>Mallory
The way to the room felt narrower than it was, the corridor's walls closing in around me, their surfaces slick with anticipation. A molten red glow painted everything in a warm, pulsating hue, as if the walls themselves were bleeding light. The haze from the bar's music clung faintly to the air, a dull, rhythmic thrum that I barely registered, like distant thunder echoing through my senses.
I didn't know what was happening, my body seems to have a mind of it's own.
I swayed slightly, the alcohol making every steps feel like a slow-motion dance. I pushed him towards the wall before we could even grabbed the door handle, his back hit the cold surface with a soft thud. His body now leaning against the wall, his eyes are calm and observant in a way that made body hot and dizzy.
I was sure as soon as I lay my eyes on those lips that I wanted to taste it.
My chest fluttered, my stomach a mix of excitement and nausea, and my fingers twitched as though they had a life of their own.
Without thinking, I seized his tie, tugging him closer as if I owned his lips, claiming them with raw, reckless abandon. The heat of our mouths collided—tongues entwining like molten ribbons, claiming each other, the liquid and pleasure tasted like a sweet ambrosia wine, both intoxicating and addictive that I can't seem to get enough of.
I wanted to devour him.
"Not here…" he whispered, his voice smooth and airy, a gentle but firm pull that drew us apart just enough to breathe.
No.
Clasping his shirt, I pressed my body against him, my gaze rising to meet his eyes. It's hungry, feral and pleading.
"I needed more," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and longing.
"Shit!" his curse was low, almost a growl, as he snaked his arms around me and yanked me inside the room. We didn't even manage to close the door before I pounced again, my lips crashing onto his with wild abandon. My hand tangled in the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he leaned into me, gripping my waist with possessive strength.
The red dim light cast everything in an electric glow—shadows stretched and curled around us, flickering like living things. I could feel his warmth radiating through his clothes, seeping into my skin, mingling with the faint, intoxicating scent of alcohol and something uniquely him—something impossible to name but impossible to resist.
My own skin felt painfully aware—every nerve ending alight, limbs both heavy and weightless, buzzing with sensation. I was hyper-attuned, alive in this moment.
His right hand traveled along my legs, lifting them gently, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as if memorizing every curve. Then, with a fluid motion, he turned me around, pressing my back to the cool wall. His legs slipped between mine, aligning perfectly, pressing between me, igniting a fire that burned through the layers of clothing and inhibitions.
Suddenly, he bit my lower lip softly, a sharp, teasing sting that made me gasp. His lips traveled slowly—deliberately—to my chin, then down to my neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses. His breath was warm and tantalizing, brushing against my skin, sending shivers rippling through my body. His eyes, dark and intense, watched every reaction I betrayed, a silent predator savoring each moment.
His lips moved lower, descending to my chest, where they lingered, soft and tantalizing. I clutched his hair as my chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch my breath.
The strap of my dress slipped off my shoulder, exposing more of my skin turning me into a hot mess. Without a word, he bit the fabric covering my chest, pulling it down to reveal my bare flesh—two soft mounds, vulnerable and exposed.
A wave of shame washed over me, a flush of embarrassment that burned hot beneath the surface. It was the first time someone saw me in my bare state, and I let it be explored by a complete stranger. I bit my lower lip until I tasted iron.
"Look at me," he whispered, voice low and commanding. Then, something wet and hot traced the tip of my mound—his tongue, slow and deliberate, making me ache with anticipation. A soft moan escaped my lips, trembling and unbidden, as I struggled to contain it.
My pulse hammered in my ears, each beat echoing like a drum of impending surrender. My fingers twitched again, seeking something to hold onto, and they found the faint curve of his neck, pulling him closer, silently pleading.
"Let's move to bed," he ordered softly, and before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me toward the bed with measured confidence. Gently, he lowered me onto the plush cushions, my body sinking into the softness as the crimson glow continued to cast flickering shadows across the room. The curtain swayed, casting dark shadows against the dimly light room. And I just layed still waiting for him to claim me.
He crawled over the bed, kneeling above me, the red light tracing every defined line of his chest. With slow, teasing movements, he unbuttoned his waistcoat, each button undone with deliberate care almost teasing, revealing glimpses of sculpted muscle beneath. His shirt followed, the fabric parting to expose the taut, powerful contours of his torso—the subtle swell of pectorals, the ridges of his abs, and a trail of dark hair teasing the edge of his navel.
A gasp escaped me, breath hitching at the sight—his body was an ART, honed to perfection, glowing faintly in the crimson light. The warm hue accentuated every muscle, every line, as if he was lit from within, radiating raw, barely contained energy. A faint trail of dark hair disappeared tantalizingly below his navel.
I could almost feel the heat radiating from his skin, the barely contained energy simmering just beneath the surface.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding louder as he leaned over me, his hand exploring, fingertips tracing the curves of my body. The last of my dress slipped away, pooling on the floor, leaving only the scarlet lace of my lingerie.
His lips moved from my chest to my abdomen, lingering, then slowly, sensuously, descended between my legs. His gaze never wavered, locking onto mine with an intense, almost predatory focus. With practiced ease, he slid the delicate fabric down and away into the floor, exposing me fully—vulnerable and bare.
A wave of heat shot through my veins as he dove in, his tongue firm and steady, exploring the sensitive center with slow, deliberate zigzags. The sensation was electric—his warmth, his taste igniting every nerve. Moans spilled from my lips uncontrollably, echoing in the silent room as my body shuddered, trembling from unfamiliar pleasure until I couldn't even recognize myself. I lifted my hips instinctively, clutching his head, pushing him deeper, surrendering completely to the flood of sensation.
"Fuck!" he cursed hoarsely, finally pulling away just enough to grip my hips and press his fingers inside me. First, it was pain then came the pleasure, my toes curled as he confidently thrust his fingers faster.
"More…" I begged, my voice trembling, trembling with need.
"Seriously, woman. You're driving me crazy," he muttered, voice thick with desire, before finally climbing on top of me, his eyes glowed in hunger.