"INTENSE HOTEL ENCOUNTER"

"Oh please, Marius, slow down," I managed to say as Marius released my lips from his fiery and scorching kisses.

"Sam, I want you right now," he replied instead, as he pushed me against the wall of his hotel suite.

I could still hear the sound of the door lock, and I couldn't understand why the heat I felt intensified even more because of it.

"Please, what are you doing?" I pleaded with Marius as I felt him slowly undressing me.

He remained silent and continued his assault of kisses upon me.

The voltage of electricity generated by his touch and kisses was too strong, and although I wouldn't admit it, I could feel the gradual melting of all the resistance I had built up since the first time we met.

Right.

I wouldn't lie about that part.

I would never forget the day I first laid eyes on Marius because it was on that day that he began giving me a strange kind of feeling that I had never experienced with any other man who had shown interest in me before.

Marius is undeniably handsome, and no one can argue with that truth. But he wasn't the first handsome man I’d ever met. However, there was something different about the way his gaze affected me. Maybe that's why I find myself in this situation now, completely lost in his passionate kisses.

His kisses were intoxicating.

They made me lose myself. Add to that the taste of the lingering alcohol on his lips from when we were together at the hotel bar earlier.

"Samantha," he whispered my name, his beautiful eyes locked on my face.

The only source of light in the room was a small lamp on the wall, but it was enough for me to see the intense desire in his eyes. And I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I found pleasure in what I saw.

I wanted what Marius was doing. That's the truth. But even though I was born and raised in the United Kingdom, I am not a liberated woman. And this is the first time I've ever had the courage to be with a man inside a private room.

If I was swayed by his gaze on me, I don't know.

If I was carried away by his sweet words, I don't know either.

Because the one thing I am sure of is that I seem incapable of refusing him. And now, now for the first time, I have tasted how wonderful it feels to be kissed by him. I have a feeling I'd regret it if I push him away. Or maybe it's more accurate to say that I simply lack the strength to do so because, in truth, I don't want him to stop. Because, in truth, I want to experience and accept all the pleasurable feelings he wants to give me and that my body craves to experience.

I couldn't be certain if Marius had any inkling that this was my first time.

Perhaps he assumed otherwise, considering I didn't grow up here in the Philippines. But in the grand scheme of things, it didn't really matter. Not when faced with the overwhelming sensations that enveloped me at this very moment. I was confident that Marius, too, wouldn't settle for anything less than the fulfillment of his desires.

"You're incredibly beautiful, do you know that?" Marius murmured, his question pulling me back to the present.

I hadn't even realized that he had managed to gracefully remove my yellow dress, leaving me vulnerable in its absence.

What happened next caught me completely off guard. He kissed me with such fervor, such depth, and such passion that it left me breathless. Then, with gentle strength, he lifted me, carrying me to the center of the bed, and laying me down on the soft sheets.

A gasp escaped my lips, a mixture of surprise and overwhelming pleasure that coursed through my body at the touch of his lips. It was as if every nerve ending in my being came alive, electrified by the intensity of his desire. I could feel the heat radiating between us, a tangible force drawing us closer, binding us in this intoxicating dance.

For a moment, Marius broke the kiss, his focus shifting to the task of undressing himself right before my eyes. My heart raced, and a blush tinged my cheeks as I realized that this was the first time I had ever laid eyes on a man's naked form.

But Marius was not just any man.

He was a vision, a godlike figure reminiscent of ancient Greek sculptures that adorned museums. His body was a work of art, every muscle chiseled to perfection. I couldn't help but admire him with a mixture of awe and desire, my eyes drinking in every contour and curve as he shed his garments.

Caught in my momentary reverie, I lingered in my admiring gaze, captivated by his every feature. But then, Marius caught me in the act. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and I quickly averted my eyes, a blush deepening the hue of my cheeks.

At that moment, I realized that I was embarking on an unforgettable journey of exploration and surrender. And as I lay there, consumed by the throes of anticipation and longing, I silently acknowledged that I was willing to embrace every pleasurable sensation that Marius yearned to give me. My body craved to experience it all, and deep within my soul, I knew that this moment would forever change the course of my life.

But it was too late; I caught the corner of his lips lifts ever so slightly, perhaps in amusement at my innocence.

"First time?" he immediately asked as he joined me on the bed, hovering over me. Our bodies pressed together, and at that moment, our skins melded into one.

The heat of Marius's skin was scorching.

Yet, despite the searing sensation, I relished in it. I simply nodded in response to his question, mustering up enough courage. It was then that I found the audacity to caress his incredibly handsome face with my fingers.

I saw Marius draw in a deep breath at my touch. It was a sign that he enjoyed my actions, and secretly, I reveled in that. Lowering my hand, I teasingly brushed against his rosy, supple lips.

"That wasn't my first kiss, but how did you make me feel like it was?" I whispered to him, my voice barely audible.

The flames of desire flickered even brighter in Marius's eyes because of what I did. So, it came as no surprise when he inclined his head and claimed my lips with a fervent kiss.

At that moment, I felt like I was drowning. Especially when his hands began to explore as if searching for hidden treasures or jewels within me.

Unintentionally, a moan escaped my lips, and I couldn't contain it.

Amidst the heat.

Amidst the scorching sensation.

It was the touch and the kisses from Marius upon my skin that I cherished the most. And perhaps, it was then that an idea formed in my mind—an idea of how I could reciprocate, how I could give him that same fiery and blissful feeling he had bestowed upon me in those fleeting moments.