Chapter 3 drowning in desires

Chapter 3:Drowning in Desire

Diana pov 

The drive to the hotel was a blur of flashing streetlights and the low hum of the car engine. The leather seat was cool against my burning skin, but it did nothing to soothe the fire raging inside me. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the weight of betrayal pressing into my chest. Maybe it was just the need to feel something other than pain.

As I leaned back into my seat, I caught myself pressing my legs together, my body tense with anticipation. I turned to glance at the stranger sitting beside me, wondering what he was thinking and why I think that he might be different from other.

I reached for him.

My hand traced the hard lines of his chest, sliding down over his firm stomach, lower, until I felt it….the undeniable proof of his arousal pressing against his trousers.

He inhaled sharply but didn’t stop me.

I smirked, slow and lazy, as I rubbed my palm over him, feeling him harden even more beneath my touch. The power in that moment, the control…it sent a rush of heat straight to my core.

By the time we reached the hotel, I was already lost in the hunger clawing at my insides.

The elevator ride was torturous. His scent, his warmth, the way his jaw clenched as I ran my fingers over his collarbone….I wanted to devour him.

The moment we stepped into the room, I pushed him against the door, my lips inches from his. “No names. No talking,” I murmured, my voice husky, laced with need.

His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him. His body was fire, and I wanted to burn.

I grabbed his shirt, yanking it over his head, my nails dragging over his skin. His fingers slipped under my dress, skimming my thighs, and I shivered. My breaths came out in ragged gasps as he lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the cold wall.

Then, in one swift move, he reached behind me and tore my bra, the fabric snapping against my skin. A gasp left my lips, but before I could react, his mouth was on me, hot and demanding.

I felt like I was spiraling, falling into something deep and consuming. His hands roamed my body, tracing, exploring, claiming.

And just as I was about to lose myself completely—

I let go.

The pain. The betrayal. The suffocating weight of reality.

I let it all drown in the pleasure coursing through me.

His hands moved over my body like he already knew every inch of me. He wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate…he was intentional. Every touch, every caress, every press of his lips against my skin felt like a silent demand: Feel this. Forget everything else.

And I did.

I arched into him as his warm hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs grazing over my hardened nipples. A deep, guttural moan tore from my throat, my body writhing beneath him. No shame. No hesitation. Just raw, unfiltered pleasure.

“John never touched me like this.”

The thought hit me like a spark to dry wood, igniting something wild inside me.

I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer, needing more…needing everything.

His lips traveled down my body, his tongue teasing, tasting, setting my nerves on fire. My legs trembled as I wrapped them around his waist, pressing him deeper against me.

“God, you’re beautiful and I have been waiting for this opportunity with you my mate,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with hunger.

Beautiful.

Not used.

Not betrayed.

Not broken.

I reached for his belt, my fingers working with frantic desperation. The moment I freed him, I felt his size pressing against my inner thigh, sending a shudder through me.

I wanted to forget.

I wanted to disappear.

I wanted to burn.

His lips found mine again as he aligned himself at my entrance, his breath ragged, his movements slow, teasing….until I tilted my hips, and he thrust into me with one deep, searing stroke.

I screamed.

The pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, consuming me from the inside out. I clung to him as he moved, his pace deep and deliberate, like he wanted to carve himself into me, like he wanted me to remember this….to remember him.

And I would.

Because nothing had ever felt this good.

His hands found my breasts again, squeezing, massaging, his fingers rolling my nipples between them, making my body tighten, my moans turning into desperate cries.

I never made these sounds with John.

I never felt like this with John.

John was routine. John was obligation. John was lies.

But this man? This stranger?

He was freedom.

He thrust deeper, his hand gripping my waist, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on my neck that made me gasp. My nails raked down his back, my body arching, chasing something that felt so close, so inevitable….

Then he stilled.

His fingers brushed against my left hand.

I barely registered the break in his rhythm until he pulled back just enough to look at me. His gaze dropped to my ring finger, his brows furrowing.

“You’re married,” he said, his voice unreadable.

I laughed breathlessly, my legs tightening around him. “It doesn’t matter.”

Because it didn’t.

Not tonight.

Not when I was finally alive again.

His hesitation lasted only a second before the fire returned to his eyes, his lips crashing against mine as he moved faster, harder, deeper….driving me toward oblivion.

And when I finally shattered beneath him, my body convulsing, my voice breaking into raw, breathless moans, one thought rang loud and clear in my mind:

John never had me like this.

I couldn’t hold it in…I didn’t want to.

A strangled moan tore from my throat, my voice raw with ecstasy. “Oh God…you’re too… you’re too….”

The words broke into a scream as my body shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over me, leaving me breathless and shaking beneath him.

He groaned in response, his grip on my waist tightening. His lips hovered near my ear, his voice dark and ragged.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my bare shoulder. “And I will make you my Luna.”

“I’ll prove it to you,” he whispered. “No matter how long it takes, no matter how hard you fight me. You will be mine.”

My last words hung in the air, before a moment of intense passion left me breathless. My body reacted instinctively, my hands clutching the bedsheets as I lost myself in the sensation 

And before I could push him away sleep pulled me under, his promise echoing in my dreams.