Chapter 2: Igniting Flames

Ava forced her way through the crowd toward Emma. Her heart still hammered from the encounter with Damon. Her thighs felt slick with arousal. Every step made her aware of the dampness between her legs. She could not believe how easily he had gotten under her skin. One conversation and she was already imagining him bending her over the railing and fucking her raw in front of the entire party.

Emma grabbed her hand and pulled her into a group of laughing friends. “There you are. What did my brother say to you? You look flushed.”

“Nothing important,” Ava lied. She plastered on a smile and joined the conversation. But her mind kept drifting back to those stormy blue eyes and the way his thumb had stroked her knuckles. The dirty promises in his voice still echoed in her ears.

The party grew louder as the night deepened. The DJ switched to heavier beats. Bodies pressed closer on the makeshift dance floor. Ava tried to lose herself in the music. She danced with Emma and a few others. Her hips swayed to the rhythm. The champagne buzzed pleasantly in her veins. But she felt his gaze on her the entire time. Burning. Possessive. Like a predator tracking prey.

She glanced over her shoulder once. Damon stood near the bar. A glass of amber liquid in his hand. He watched her openly. No shame. When their eyes met, he raised his glass in a silent toast. His lips curved into that smirk again. Ava turned away quickly. Her nipples ached against the dress fabric.

After another song, Emma dragged her toward a quieter corner where a small group had gathered. “Come on. Some of Damon’s friends brought party favors. Nothing crazy. Just something to loosen up.”

Ava hesitated. She was not usually into that scene. But the tension in her body made her want to escape her own thoughts. A few people were passing around small pills. Molly, someone whispered. It promised euphoria and heightened sensations. Emma popped one and offered another to Ava with a grin.

“Live a little. It is my birthday.”

Against her better judgment, Ava took it. She washed it down with more champagne. The effects crept in slowly at first. A warm flush spread through her chest. Colors seemed brighter. The music vibrated deeper into her bones. Touch became more sensitive. The brush of fabric against her skin felt erotic.

She danced again. This time the movements felt freer. More sensual. Her hands trailed over her own waist. Down her hips. She imagined they were Damon’s hands instead. Strong and demanding.

Then he was there. Damon appeared at the edge of the dance floor. He cut through the crowd like it parted for him. His eyes locked on hers. The drug amplified everything. The air between them crackled with raw hunger.

He reached her in seconds. One large hand settled on her lower back. He pulled her against him without asking. Their bodies aligned perfectly. His chest pressed to her breasts. His thigh slid between hers. The hard ridge of his erection nudged her hip through his pants.

“Dance with me,” he commanded. His breath was hot against her ear.

Ava should have pushed him away. Emma was somewhere nearby. But the molly made resistance feel impossible. Pleasure flooded her system. Every point of contact with his body sent sparks straight to her core. She moved with him. Grinding slowly. Her hands rested on his broad shoulders. She felt the powerful muscles flex under her palms.

“You should not be doing this,” she murmured. But her body betrayed her. She arched into him. Her nipples dragged against his chest with each sway.

Damon chuckled. The sound was low and dark. “I do what I want, Ava. And right now I want you riding my cock until you forget your own name.” His hand slid lower. It cupped her ass boldly. He squeezed. Pulling her tighter so his thick bulge rubbed directly against her aching pussy through their clothes.

She gasped. The friction was exquisite. The drug heightened every sensation. She could feel the heat of him. The way his cock throbbed. Her clit pulsed in response. Wetness soaked her panties. If he kept this up she might come just from dancing.

“You are so fucking hard,” she whispered before she could stop herself. The words slipped out. Bold from the combination of alcohol and molly.

His grip tightened. “And you are dripping for me. I can smell how wet you are.” His lips brushed her temple. Not quite a kiss. A tease. “I bet your tight little pussy is clenching right now. Begging to be filled.”

Ava moaned softly. The explicit words sent another wave of heat through her. She rocked her hips against him. Seeking more pressure. Around them people danced. But it felt like they were in their own world. The music pulsed. Matching the rhythm of her racing heart.

Damon’s free hand traced up her side. His thumb grazed the underside of her breast. So close to where she needed him. “I want to take you somewhere private. Bend you over and eat that sweet cunt until you scream. Then fuck you deep and hard. No mercy.”

Her knees weakened. She gripped his shirt for support. The images flooded her mind. His dark head between her thighs. Tongue plunging inside her. Fingers stretching her open. Then his thick cock slamming home. Making her take every inch.

But reality crashed in. Emma’s laughter rang out nearby. Ava pulled back slightly. Her body protested the distance. “We cannot. Emma would kill me. This is wrong.”

Damon’s eyes darkened. He did not release her completely. His hand stayed possessively on her ass. “Emma does not control us. Tell me you do not want this. Look me in the eyes and say it.”

She could not. The words stuck in her throat. Instead she bit her lip. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. She wanted him to kiss her. To devour her right there.

The song changed. Slower. More seductive. Damon used the shift to pull her even closer. His lips hovered near hers. Their breaths mingled. “Come with me. Just for a few minutes. I need to taste you.”

Ava’s resistance crumbled. The drug made everything feel inevitable. Her body burned. Craved release. She nodded before she could think better of it.

Damon led her off the dance floor. His hand firm on her waist. They slipped through a side door into a dimly lit hallway that connected to private suites. The moment the door closed behind them he pushed her against the wall.

His mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was hungry. Demanding. His tongue invaded. Tangling with hers. He tasted like whiskey and sin. Ava moaned into his mouth. Her hands fisted in his hair. Pulling him deeper.

He groaned. One hand shoved her dress up her thighs. His fingers found her soaked panties. He rubbed her clit through the lace. Firm circles that made her hips buck.

“Fuck, you are soaked,” he growled against her lips. “So ready for me.”

Ava whimpered. Pleasure built fast. The molly intensified every stroke. She was close already. Grinding against his hand shamelessly.

Voices echoed from the main party. Someone called Emma’s name. Reality intruded again.

Ava pushed at his chest. Breathing hard. “Stop. We have to stop.”

Damon rested his forehead against hers. His fingers slowed but did not leave her aching center. “This is not over. I will have you tonight, Ava. All of you. Spread open and begging.”

He stepped back reluctantly. Adjusting his obvious erection. Ava smoothed her dress down. Her legs trembled. Her lips felt swollen. She could still taste him.

They returned to the party separately. But the tension between them had only grown stronger. Electric. Dangerous.

Ava knew she was playing with fire. Yet as she watched Damon across the room. His eyes promising filthy things. She could not wait to get burned.

The night stretched ahead. Full of possibilities and risks. Her body still hummed with need. Unfulfilled. Craving more of Damon Blackwood.

She wondered how long she could resist before she gave in completely.