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The air crackles with tension as we make our way to a new restaurant; the staff glancing our way with curious eyes. We’re like a matchstick about to ignite; everyone can feel the heat between us.
As we’re seated, our waiter approaches with menus, but I request something private instead. The moment we’re alone, my hands find hers under the table, and our eyes lock once more.
“I want more than breakfast, Ciara.”
She smirks, her gaze dropping to my mouth before meeting mine again.
“I know what you want, and I’m here for it.”
I lean in and capture her lips in a devouring kiss that has fireworks exploding inside me. Her taste is addictive, like sweet strawberries and cream. My tongue dances against hers, teasing and tasting every inch of her mouth as I groan into the kiss. Our hands wander under the table, gripping the other’s thighs and hips. The waiter clears his throat, breaking us apart.
“Forgive me. We’ll be right back.”
He leaves with a knowing smirk on his face. She blushes but doesn’t pull away from me, only leaning closer.
Breakfast arrives, and we make small talk while our bodies continue to crave each other. Every word feels like a tease, every glance sends electric shockwaves through me. Finally, dessert arrives - chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream and raspberry sauce.
“You go first.”
I nod, leaning forward and taking a bite of the warm chocolatey goodness. It melts in my mouth, the subtle tang of raspberry dancing on my tongue. As I swallow, I dip my finger in the remaining sauce and trail it across her bottom lip. She licks it off slowly, her eyes heavy with desire.
“Now it’s your turn.”
She does the same, and I watch as she takes one lazy lick after another of the sweet sauce off her finger. My cock twitches in my pants.
“I think I’ll have seconds.”
She winks, and we both stand together to get more dessert. The air is thick with anticipation. This is just the beginning.
Two
Ciara
I step into the elevator of Sin-dicate Towers, my home away from home. The scent of money and power lingers thick in the air, making me feel alive with anticipation. My heart is pounding as the doors close, sealing us off from the outside world. The numbers above the doors tick by slowly, counting down to my release. I’m anxious, eager to be in my haven, where I can let go, be myself. The familiar hum of the elevator soothes me as it descends, taking me further into the depths of the tower.
The moment the doors open, I’m greeted with the warm, inviting glow of my penthouse. It’s like stepping into another world; the high ceilings, the expensive furnishings, and the breathtaking view of the city skyline at night all come together to create a sense of opulence that is unmatched. As I cross the living room towards the bar, Emir’s voice cuts through the silence. “About time you got here.” He turns around, his tall frame lit up by the golden glow of the setting sun. He’s dressed in a pair of slacks and a loose white shirt that hugs his muscular body perfectly. His dark hair falls over his forehead as he smirks at me, those silver eyes glinting with mischief. I can feel my heart racing at his sight.
“Sorry, got held up,” I reply, trying to play it cool. Emir chuckles, his deep voice vibrating through my core. He pours us both a glass of wine and gestures for me to join him on the plush sofa. The leather creaks under my weight as I sink in, taking a sip of the velvety red liquid. It’s smooth and rich, just like him.
We exchange small talk about our days, but I can tell he’s not fully focused on our conversation. He’s restless, his leg bouncing up and down in agitation. Suddenly, he sets down his glass and grabs my hand, leading me towards his bedroom. My heart races in anticipation of what might happen next. We don’t need words; our connection runs deep.
He pushes me against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine in a hungry kiss. His hands roam down my body, tracing patterns on my skin that send shivers down my spine. I can’t get enough of him; his taste, his touch, his scent. It’s all intoxicating. He growls against my neck as he nips at my earlobe, making me moan softly.
Emir breaks the kiss and pulls back to look into my eyes. “Tell me you want this,” he demands, his voice rough with desire.
“I do,” I whisper, truthfully.
He slides my dress off my shoulders, baring my skin to his hungry gaze. I feel the warmth of his breath on my collarbone as he trails kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking until I’m arching into him. He dives lower, kissing my stomach, teasing my navel before pulling off his shirt and kissing his way up.
The moment his lips meet mine again, I feel a rush of pleasure so intense it takes my breath away. His hands curve around my bottom, lifting me up, his tongue exploring my mouth with such skill that I’m lost in this moment. We move together, syncing like we’ve always known each other intimately.
I gasp as he slips inside me slowly, filling me completely. His hips start to move in an undulating rhythm, his hands never leaving my body. He growls low in his throat, a primal sound that sends shivers down my spine. His other hand finds my clitoris, teasing me expertly until I cry out his name.
We move together, lost in our passion, our need for each other overwhelming. The room spins around us as our bodies become one, fueled by our unyielding desire. “More,” I pant, arching my back towards him.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes against my skin before slamming into me harder, his hips meeting mine in a fierce rhythm that has me digging my nails into his shoulders. He kisses my neck, sucking and nipping as he thrusts deeper, harder. I cry out his name again, my body trembling under the onslaught of sensations.
It feels like an eternity before we both reach our climax, our bodies shaking with the intensity of it. He buries his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as we catch our breaths.
