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I’ll make you scream…
A fantasy formed in his mind as he visualized sitting in the VIP section with Aria in his lap.
Kiss me and sit on it,he thought, imagining the sensation of filling her to the hilt when she would take him inside her.
Reverse cowgirl… nice and slow.He gulped back his drink.Dancing on me so no one would notice… Then I’ll slip into that tight, wet… Grabbing your hips and pushing until you’d shudder from pleasure. I won’t let you off until I fill you up.
His fantasy was lewdly inappropriate. If he were to express his sexual desires to Aria, she would have slapped him in the face and walked in the opposite direction.
The Velvet Lounge had a dress code. The handsome stranger was wearing a black blazer over a gray V neck shirt, and dark blue jeans. He matched his ensemble with a black leather belt and black combat boots—all brand names. He had gotten a haircut earlier that day and looked stylish in his tailored clothing.
Evan had always been confident in his ability to attract women, and as much as he desired to dance with the sexy brunette, the timing wasn’t right yet. Hanging back in the shadows, he watched her like a hungry predator, waiting for the opportunity to pounce and capture its prey. Many women had flirted with him in turns at the bar, but they either ended up walking away with bruised egos, or reacted rudely to him since he was too distracted with someone else.
The DJ cross faded a new track into the mix, as the music changed to a nostalgic song that the young man was familiar with: “Make Me Feel”by Oliver Smith. Smiling, he watched Aria run her fingers through her wavy hair, dancing more carefree than before. Her body was hypnotizing; it captivated him. There were plenty of attractive women in the club, but he only had eyes for one.
A loud siren blared, triggering the CO2 smoke machines. The dancing bodies disappeared under a cloud of colorful fog. Setting his glass on the bar counter, the stranger was about tohead toward his target when a blonde in a red dress approached him.
“I’m gonna break many hearts tonight and give you an opportunity to buy me a drink.” She sounded confident, flashing a smile as she moved in closer. To the average man, she appeared to be charismatic. Anyone with high intellect could see through her ego façade.
Pausing, he looked at her. He didn’t like to have his personal space encroached on. She was a certified bombshell with a banging body, but not his type on an energetic level.
“I’m gonna have to pass. I don’t do blondes.”
The woman scoffed, looking offended. She half expected him to impress her with a seductive one liner, but he had flat out rejected her, wounding her ego. He didn’t care; he never did. Leaving the broad at the bar, he walked off with a cheeky grin.
I don’t have time for easy bimbos at the moment.
It was hard to find anyone beneath the thickening fog. But he used that advantage to slip through the crowd, smiling when Aria’s perfume grew stronger.
Getting closer,he thought.
She was dancing near her friends; they each had a partner, except for her. A young man approached from the distance, but the stranger made him change direction when he moved in behind Aria and wrapped his arms around her waist. She was now his possession,claimed.
Aria smiled when she felt a pair of hands squeeze her hips. His energy felt amazing, she thought, surrendering to his touch. He easily matched her rhythm as they danced.
Curiosity tempted her to turn around, but she resisted. Part of her enjoyed the mystery of anonymity. All she knew was that the stranger was more than capable of keeping up with her. Arching her back against his toned chest, she slowly swayed her hips, keeping in time with the music as her face went flush.The thrill of not knowing who she was dancing with intensified her arousal. Her stomach tightened when he brushed his hand against her skin while it prickled with goosebumps. A breathy sigh escaped her lips. His cologne smelled familiar, but she was too drunk to focus and rememberwhoshe had smelled it on. Closing her eyes, she let the music carry her away as she danced on the “mysterious stranger.”
The man’s adrenaline kicked into overdrive. His spontaneous venture was risky, but he couldn’t help himself. The last thing he wanted was to see her dancing with another guy. He secretly hoped the fog machines wouldn’t let up soon, because as soon as that hazy barrier would evaporate, he would disappear with it.
It seemed as if they had been dancing with each other forever. No practice was required; they aligned and matched each other’s vibration so perfectly, like two puzzle pieces fitting together.
Your body is mine,he thought, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
Raising her arms in the air, Aria felt a trail of goose bumps down her spine when his hands slid up her rib cage, brushing underneath her breasts. She tangled her fingers in her hair and shivered when she felt his breath on the nape of her neck. Her nipples had hardened. She trembled as he tightened his grip on her waist. Taking the lead, Aria rolled her hips while he kept up with her movement. She was so completely present, which rarely happened since she often battled a racing mind being high on the intellect scale. She wasn’t sure if she was getting high off the music, the stranger, or the alcohol.
“What’s your name?” she hollered.
He pressed his lips against her ear. “Matthias.”
“I’m gonna turn around, Matthias…”
“Don’t.” He held her in place. “Not yet.”
His voice sounds familiar,Aria thought.
“Just dance with me,” he murmured again in that low, husky tone.
A third blast of CO2 poured down to cool off the crowd, but she felt so warm against that masculine physique. His energy was dark, but captivated her in a seductive way. The music pulled them into a deep state of trance as the dance floor transformed into a wonderland of laser lights, smoke, and fog. Everyone went wild when the DJ filtered the track with some equalizing effects and dropped the bass again.
