All Chapters of RAW DESIRES:{50 Erotica Stories}: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

LilaI couldn’t stop smiling the whole drive over.The bottle of champagne was in the passenger seat beside the bouquet of white roses….his favorite and the little black gift box containing the engraved watch I’d saved for months to buy. Kieran’s promotion email had come through yesterday afternoon. Senior Architect, Finally after all the late nights, the arguments about him never being home, the way he’d snap when I asked if he was okay… it was all going to be worth it tonight. We’d celebrate. We’ll fuck slow and sweet like we used to, we’ll fall asleep tangled together and wake up tomorrow planning the trip we kept promising ourselves.I let myself in with the spare key he’d given me last Christmas. The apartment smelled like cedar candles.Two wine glasses stood on the kitchen island, half-full, deep red staining the insides. One of them had a faint lipstick print on the rim. I stared at it for a long second, the champagne bottle was suddenly heavy in my arms.“Kieran?” My voice ca

I swallowed hard. Fresh tears threatened to fall but I blinked them back.“Then you should know better than to steal a girl’s drink when she’s trying to drown.”He tilted his head. “Drowning’s a slow death. I’m offering you a lifeboat instead.”I stared at him. “What’s the lifeboat?”He signaled the bartender. “Water for two and whatever she actually wants to eat, something real, not bar snacks.”I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off with a small shake of his head.“Listen to me for five minutes,” he said. “If you still want to drink yourself stupid after that, I’ll buy the whole bottle myself and hold your hair while you puke. Deal?”I didn’t answer right away. Just watched him, he was unbothered, not trying to charm or pity me. Something about the way he wasn’t looking at me like I was broken made the ache in my chest shift, just a little.“Fine,” I muttered. “Five minutes.”He nodded.“Name’s Tony,” he said.“Lila.”He pushed the water toward me.“Start talking, Lila or do

The song faded out, replaced by something louder, more chaotic. My body was still moving on autopilot, but the numbness was wearing off. The alcohol haze had thinned enough that the ache in my chest became very painful again, reminding me why I was here in the first place.I let go of his hands.Tony noticed immediately. He stepped closer, just close enough that his voice cut through the noise.“Ready to call it?” he asked.I nodded.“Yeah. I think… I think I need to go home now.”He didn’t argue. Just gave a quiet “Okay” and started moving us toward the exit, his hand hovering near my lower back. The crowd parted around us like water. Outside, the night air was cooler. We walked to my car in silence. My steps were steadier than when I’d arrived but my legs still felt like they belonged to someone else. Tony waited while I fumbled with the key fob. The doors unlocked with a soft chirp that sounded too normal for a night like this.I turned to him. Streetlight caught the silver in his

Tony: Nothing’s stupid right now.Me: Do you think I’ll ever stop feeling like half of me is missing?Three dots. Then gone. Then back.Tony: Yeah not soon but one day you’ll wake up and realize the hole isn’t bleeding anymore. It’s just… a scar and scars don’t hurt the same way open wounds do.Me: Promise?Tony: Can’t promise timelines but I can promise it will happen. Seen it too many times to doubt it.I set the phone down and walked to the window and opened the window a crack.Then I went back to the couch, pulled a throw blanket over my legs, and opened Netflix. Picked something mindless…..a reality show about people renovating houses. People building new things on old foundations.Halfway through the first episode my phone buzzed.Tony: If the silence gets too loud tonight, call. I don’t sleep much anyway.Me: Noted.Tony: And Lila?Me: Yeah?Tony: You’re not half, you’re whole. He just made you forget it for a while.I read it twice, then three times. The tears came again but t

Tony stood there in a black button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, dark jeans, that same silver chain glinting at his throat. His eyes dragged down my body slowly, then back up to meet my eyes. “Hi,” I whispered.He stepped inside without a word and closed the door behind him. He reached out, brushing the wet ends of my hair with his fingers, tucking a strand behind my ear. His thumb grazed my jaw, then my lower lip. I parted for him instinctively. He pressed inside, just the tip and I sucked, softly and needy.“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Been thinking about this mouth all day.”I moaned around his thumb. He pulled it free with a wet pop, then replaced it with his mouth.He kissed me slowly, then deeper. Tongues sliding, teeth grazing. He tasted like mint and something darker, something that made my knees weak. His hands found my waist, pulled me flush against him. I felt how hard he already was through his jeans…thick and insistent, pressing into my stomac