Warmth Beneath

"Oh... it's you," she said, her words slightly slurred from the alcohol she had consumed.

The man looked at her quizzically. "Do you know me?" he asked.

Nora shrugged. "Maybe... or maybe not," she replied, taking another sip of her drink.

The man chuckled and took a seat next to her, motioning to the bartender for a drink. "Well, let's get to know each other then," he said, flashing a charming smile.

Nora smirked, her speech slightly slurred from the drinks she had consumed. "I knew it when I first saw you," she said, pointing a finger in the man's direction. "You look exactly like Austin the motherfucker."

The man raised an eyebrow, taken aback by Nora's sudden outburst. "Who's Austin the motherfucker?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Nora stumbled to her feet, her balance slightly off from the alcohol. "He's a guy I used to know," she explained, swaying slightly as she made her way towards another direction at the club.

The man watched as Nora approached the other direction, wondering what was going on. "What's the blabbering about?" he asked the bartender, who just shook his head in confusion.

Nora stumbled down a long passage in the club, her balance off from the alcohol she had consumed. She finally reached a door and fumbled with the handle until it finally opened. She stumbled inside and made her way to the bed, where she took her bag off and lay down.

As she fell onto the bed, Nora felt a warm chest beneath her. She looked up to see a man staring down at her with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Despite her drunken state, she couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. She smiled lazily and snuggled closer to him, feeling safe and protected in his arms.

The man chuckled at Nora's antics and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "You're a wild one," he said with a grin, his deep voice sending shivers down Nora's spine. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, her body responding to his touch.

the man suddenly pulled away, unlocking his arms from around Nora. "You can leave now," he said, his voice low and husky

Nora's fingers caressed the man's chest, and she smiled up at him. "Why don't you want me to stay? Is it because you can't handle me?" she said challengingly, her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol.

The man's eyes widened in surprise at Nora's boldness, but he couldn't resist the challenge. "I can handle you a thousand times," he replied, his voice deep and confident.

Nora's body responded to his words, and she felt a rush of desire course through her. "Really? Then Prove it," she said, her voice husky with desire.

He had never been one for wild women; they always irritated him. But for some reason, he found himself wanting to prove to Nora that he could handle her in a thousand ways. As he looked up at her, he was struck by her beauty. Her face was flushed with alcohol, and her pink, soft lips were parted in a sultry smile.

Nora looked down at him, her eyes bright with challenge. "I knew it. Men like you just can't do it," she said, her voice laced with teasing.

The man smiled and pulled Nora a little closer, feeling her body heat against his. "I can show you how well I can do it," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

Nora's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't back down. "Show me if you can," she said, her voice husky with desire.

The man's lips curved into a devilish grin as he leaned in close to her, his eyes fixed on hers. "You asked for it," he whispered before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of alcohol on her lips was like strawberries in his mouth, and he didn't want to pull away. Nora moaned softly, her body responding eagerly to his touch. Her moans were like music to his ears, and he couldn't get enough of her.

As the kiss deepened, the man's hands wandered over Nora's body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist. Nora's hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. They were lost in the moment, unable to resist the pull of desire between them.

Lost in the heat of the moment, the man flipped Nora over onto the bed, hovering above her. With a sense of urgency, they undressed each other, their movements frantic and desperate. The sound of moans and grunts filled the room as the man rammed into the drunk and horny woman.

Nora moaned softly, her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as the man circled and made sweet, passionate love to her. Despite the fact that she couldn't see the man's face clearly, she didn't care. All she could focus on was the pleasure that he was giving her.

As the man's movements became more intense, Nora's body responded eagerly, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. She squeezed and clenched the sheets, lost in a world of pure ecstasy as the man took her to new heights of pleasure.

For a moment, Nora forgot about the betrayal from her fiancé and the pain that had consumed her for so long. All she could think about was the man above her, giving her everything she had ever wanted and more.

As the intensity of their lovemaking reached its peak, the man and Nora both cried out in ecstasy, lost in a world of pure pleasure. For that brief moment, nothing else mattered except the two of them, lost in the throes of passion.

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Nora slowly opened her eyes to the brightness of the new day and took a deep breath as she surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings. The memories of the previous night came rushing back, leaving her feeling overwhelmed and confused. She desperately tried to recall the face of the stranger who had shared her bed but to no avail. Self-disgust crept in as Nora berated herself for her reckless behavior.

As she scanned the room for any clues, her eyes landed on her bag, neatly placed on the cabinet, with a piece of paper lying beneath it. Trembling, she reached for the note and hesitated for a moment before unfolding it. The words that greeted her made her heart race with disbelief and shock.

The message inscribed on the paper underneath Nora's bag read, "I had a great time last night with you, Wild One."

"What?!" she gasped.