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“Like this,” she moans, her hips bucking against my hand. “You feel so good.”
“Then you’re going to love what’s next,” I growl, my lips finding hers again, our tongues dancing as we drown in this forbidden desire.
As we make our way to the dance floor, our bodies pressed against each other like magnets, the music pulsates through us. We sway together, bodies moving in sync, hips grinding in a way that screams lust and desire. Her skin is smooth against mine, every curve fitting perfectly into the hollows of my hands.
“You’re an amazing dancer,” I murmur against her ear, feeling her heart race under my hand as it rests on her lower back.
“Thank you,” she whispers back, her breath hot against my neck. The way she moves is intoxicating, her hips rolling sensually against mine.
The lights dim, casting shadows across the room, making it feel more intimate, just for us. Slowly, I lower her onto a nearby couch, my lips trailing from her neck to her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses down her arm.
“Feel this?” I ask, my fingers brushing against the lace edge of her bra.
She moans softly, biting her lip. “You’re killing me here.”
I chuckle softly, dragging it, letting her beautiful breasts spill free. “No one has ever had these, have they?” I ask, running my thumb over her nipple.
“No, never,” she gasps, arching into my touch.
The sound of the music fills the air, the bass throbbing against our skin as I taste her nipple, taking it into my mouth , sucking gently. She shudders under me, her fingers raking through my hair. It’s electric, this feeling between us.
“Emir,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire.
“Ciara,” I breathe against her skin, my hand sliding down to cup her mound through her skirt.
She gasps, her hips bucking up against my touch. “We shouldn’t,” she says, but her body tells another story.
“What if I don’t want to listen?” I groan, teasing her.
Her laughter is husky as she pulls my head up to meet her eyes. “Then we don’t have to,” she smirks before pulling me back down to her chest.
I lose myself in the taste of her, the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers. She’s so responsive, arching into my touch, moaning my name. Every inch of her is alive, on fire for me.
Minutes turn into hours as our bodies entwine on the couch, lost in each other. Our connection is palpable, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Suddenly, the music fades, and the room comes back to life around us. Blushing, we pull apart, our breathing ragged.
“I should take you home,” I say, standing up and offering her my hand.
She takes it, rising gracefully. As we walk out of the club, the cool night air hits us, bringing with it the promise of another stolen hour, another secret encounter. We both know this is just the beginning.
Outside the club, my car is waiting, sleek and black against the streetlights. I open the door for her, watching as she slides in before climbing in after her. She smells like jasmine and sin, her curls bouncing around her shoulders as she turns to face me.
“Where to?” She asks, a challenge in her eyes.
“My place,” I reply, my voice rough with desire.
The ride is filled with anticipation and tension, both of us struggling to keep our hands off each other. Every touch of her hand on mine sends shivers up my spine, every brush of our thighs against each other ignites a flame inside me.
When we arrive at my penthouse, I take her hand and lead her inside, my heart pounding in my chest at the thought of what’s coming. We make our way to my bedroom, the air thick with desire and anticipation. The scent of lavender fills the room, reminding me of her.
She stands before me now, her curves on full display in her little black dress, making my mouth water. I can hardly think straight as I unzip her dress slowly, sliding it down over her hips, revealing sheer black lingerie that leaves little to the imagination.
I groan at the sight, reaching out to trace the lace over her breasts before pulling her into my embrace. Her skin is warm against mine, her soft moans vibrating through me as I kiss my way down her neck and collarbone. We tumble onto the bed together, our bodies entangled in a heated embrace.
As she gasps under my touch, I make my way lower, kissing every inch of her stomach before reaching for the zipper on her panties. Slowly, I pull them down, taking in the sight of her perfect curves and the small tuft of hair above her pussy. Her scent is intoxicating, a mix of vanilla and womanhood that makes me want to consume her.
“Are you sure about this?” She whispers breathlessly as I tease her with my tongue, tasting her for the first time.
“More than anything,” I respond, looking up at her with eyes full of lust.
