Chapter 4

Aria's POV

I started to think about the past several months: the project, the anniversary, the image of Michael and Milan in bed, the part of the prize money I could have won and my resignation thereafter. All these happened in my mind in a graphic manner.

The first thing that crossed my mind was three words Well , fuck it!

I was not going to give liberty to some dumb jerk, who I had bestowed my entire life to make it a total mess. I had loved him with everything I had but he by no means deserved it and he certainly does not merit my tears.

This ... I wanted it, I wanted this handsome gorgeous man with a sex appeal that caused ladies scream “Fuck me” when they saw him.

I had no idea how I got the balls but I grabbed him by the tie and said to him, Just how far do you suppose you can go? And before I smash my lips on his.

The kiss came to him as a shock. I knew by the manner in which he stiffened at first, but he quickly came to himself and began to control the kiss.

I could feel the tequila he had drunk earlier burning on his tongue, brassy, sharp and so addictive, Heat swept through me, and all the thoughts flew away. His kiss was icy, raw, and shot through with the sort of hunger which weakened my knees.

His lips rubbed my mouth like he was its master and I did not resist. It may have been the liquor, or it may have been the fact that his hand was holding me by the waist as though I alone was holding him on his feet.

The flavor of tequila combined with his smell, heat, musk, smelled so good.

I leaned in pursuing the fire he flung into me. The kiss became deep, sloppy and breathless, the air between us full of desires. I didn't care who he was. I wished just a little more just now.

I was able to touch him--thighs rubbing, body pleading to be admitted.

He was caressing his fingers up through the opening of my dress, and I moaned.

Yes! I did.

I doubt anyone heard me. The bartender had now left us to ourselves, waiting on other individuals. My phone had a bright light displaying a message, and my sister Maya replied to me reminding me to have fun.

The music was thundering, the lights were low and the vast majority of the people were already drunk.

I withdrew myself a little, to take a breath.

"Why don't we get out of here?" he asked.

I was not able to trust myself to talk, and I nodded. I was glad he dragged me, as I was feeling like jelly in my legs.

***

His hotel room was dark. No lights were on.

He approached the bed, turned on a lamp. It was only bright enough to make the room glow.

He turned to me and dare I say what came next out of his mouth, caused me weak in the knees... there and then I knew, I would never forget this night with this undoubtedly beautiful stranger.

"STRIP!"

God! Whatever second thoughts there were in me, went at once.

I took my dress zip, unstrapped it and my dress fell to the ground. I was not wearing any bra, therefore I had nothing but a black lacy panty. When he said--I was just about to take it off--

"No, leave that on."

I turned to him and boy! Am I glad I did. He only resembled holding it together. His naked passion was there in his eyes.

He had unbuttoned three more buttons on his shirt and pushed his sleeves.

He got on his feet, and walked towards me, whispering--

Don't think I am going to be lenient with you.

I did not say you should,I said with a little smile.

He snarled, in the depth of his throat--a black and exciting tones--then everything held back.

He drove his mouth into mine, hot and desperate and greedy. Nothing was gentle in which he kissed me, it was fire and need, as he had been hungry and he could taste and at last he had made himself taste.

His hands wandered about my body, hard and unshy, and traced up curves that he had explored before. I fused in him, and groaned when he rubbed me against the wall, one hand at the back of my neck, the other at the thigh, lifting it round his waist.

You can feel it?he growled against my lips. "That's what you do to me."

My head spun. The smell of his cologne combined with the raw heat of his body and it was impossible to think at all--just feel.

Kiss down my neck, with every touch of his lips he sparked my very blood. As his tongue followed the route of my collarbone I arched into him with a gasp.

You are shaking, he said, and massaged his fingers along my spine.

I am not afraid,"I said, heart racing. "I want this."

He drew aside to a sufficient degree to peer into my eyes--fierce, illegible--then grinned.

Then stick this in your memory, sweetheart, because you will never be able to feel the same, after to-night.

And he kept his promise.

I was kissed again by his lips, more insistent, insisting. He was able to pick me up with his fingers and put me down on the closest surface as though I were nothing. My back was pressed firmly on the wall which was a contrast to the heat that was burning between us.

his fingers sank broodily under the band of my panty he hesitated, his eyes darkening as he possessed me, and sucked every bit of skin into his gaze and made me shudder.

So beautiful,so beautiful,so beautiful, he said to himself, practically. "And all mine for tonight."

I lost all idea of where I was, of who I was, as he dipped down his head and his mouth sliding his heat along the length of my body. I heard only him, only now. His name came out of my lips, like a prayer and a whisper.

He sucked each inch of me as a man who was starving, fingers clamped in my hips, and his tongue was pushing me to the edge--again--again--until I broke under him, and groaned his name as a confession.

That is all, he said, with a lust-filled voice. "Moan for me."

But he wasn't done.

He stood up, unbuckling his belt with one hand, and never taking his eyes off me. The expression in them was evil, and more delightful, more and more.

I hope you are not too tired, sweetheart, he said, pushing himself up against me, the night is only beginning.