Novel & Cerita Reaper Dancing

Reece's dad announces and my mate and I walk down the stairs as the crowd clears up space for us to dance. We're in the centre of the room now. Reece bows and I curtsy. He gestures for me to take his hand and as I do, he pulls me by my waist so impossibly close to him. Slow music starts playing and we make eye contact as we dance to the tune of the music. His gaze is so intense, it feels like he's going to eat me up. We move in perfect flows from left to right, sideways and he spins me around a couple of times.

“Reaper, baby!” A high-pitched, feminine voice filled the space. My head snapped up. The front door opened again, and a woman rushed in. From behind, she looked stunning. Tall, with endless legs showcased by tiny denim shorts and heels that clicked loudly on the concrete floor. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves. She made a beeline for the bar, Milght toward Reaper. I watched, frozen, as she came up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his back. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered something in his ear.

To my surprise, he didn’t protest, his fingers curling around mine as I pulled him towards the dance floor. As we stepped into the throng of dancers, the music seemed to swell around us, the bass thrumming through the floor and into our bodies. “Just loosen up!” I yelled over the music, laughing as I started to move to the beat. Reagan stood still for a moment, watching me with a mixture of amusement and reluctance. But then, slowly, I saw him start to relax. His shoulders dropped, and a small smile played on his lips as he began to move, just a little, matching the rhythm of the music. His movements were hesitant at first, but as I danced around him, teasing him with playful spins and twirl

She then removed her cardigan to reveal a short-sleeved t-shirt, raised her arms, and exclaimed, "Keyara Jhonson will dance for Mr. Grey Reed! Enjoy the show!" She began to dance, raising her arms and moving her hips in a broken motion as if they were about to drop. Her neck was raised, then she spun once and lifted one leg. Keyara continued with the same move, then changed to a different one. She raised one shoulder close to her chin, then moved her breasts to make them shake before moving down and raising her hips. Grey, who was drinking, was surprised to see Keyara's incredibly sexy dance. She managed to exude a sexy aura from her entire body just through that dance.

" You owe me a kiss if I do_ " " Raejay_ " It was too late, Raejay had began dancing. He held his waist, shoved out his bum to a side and began wiggling it shamelessly. He was indeed dancing like Shakira. Everyone was stunned, Including the big devil. A certain husband looked on jealously at the little brat trying his best to steal his wife away. And what pissed him off was Cinderella seemed to like it a lot. Raejay circled her, syncing his shoulders as well as his waist in a dance. Cinderella liked the shoulder dance. Her humorous laughter echoed loudly, accompanied by her excited clap.

Fighting the pain emanating from my ribs, I bite onto my lower lip to distract myself from crying, but the vampires cheer, taking my action as teasing. I reach for the button of my shirt, undo it and let the fabric slowly slide off my shoulders. I will do anything to avoid further punishment from the Count, even if it means standing before a crowd completely naked. My eyes take in the demonic faces as I slip off the strap of my bra. Before I can reach for the other strap, Count Vladimir jumps up from his seat and stomps towards the stage. My eyes widen in shock, but I don't dare to stop dancing. My body continues to move and bend in seductive poses as the vampire leaps onto the stage. Vladim

A song, dancing like a stripper, started playing softly through the speaker. I grasped the pole as I began to sway my hips, feeling the music pulse through my entire being. Each movement flowed naturally as I immersed myself in the persona of a stripper. Ria was cheering me on. I gracefully lifted one leg and wrapped it around the pole, tilting my upper body skyward while my head dipped down.

She gave me a few tips—like imagining I was dancing for the man I liked, moving as sensually as possible, smiling constantly, among others. And then it was my turn. The host introduced me as Almendra and told the customers it was my first dance at the club. I walked out, swaying my hips with purpose. When I sat on the chair placed at the center of the stage, the music started—something perfectly fitting. I spread my legs as I moved my arms and body in a playful, flirtatious way. Then I stood up and turned my back to the audience. I slowly took off the shirt while dancing erotically. After that, I looked back at the group of lustful men staring at me and kept dancing until the song ended.

“I swear, Kai...” “Relax. You’re not shaving your eyebrows or anything.” He bit back a grin. “You’re going to dance.” I blinked. “Dance?” “Yep. Right here. To whatever song I pick.” He grabbed the speaker and scrolled through his playlist. My heart dropped when I heard the opening notes of Beyoncé’s Single Ladies. "That's worse than shaving my eyebrows. Kai no.” “Kai, YES.” I tried to run. He caught me. And the next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of his living room, barefoot in an almost-see-through sweater, recreating Beyoncé’s choreography while he clapped and laughed so hard he nearly cried.

Let the music pulse through me while his hands roamed like they were mapping skin for science. He leaned in again. “You always dance like this with strangers?” “Only when they smell like bad decisions.” Jay grinned. “Best kind.” His hand slid higher, skimming beneath the hem of Rhea’s borrowed dress. My breath caught, but I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. Rhea caught my eye from across the floor. Raised her drink and winked like a proud mother hen watching her chick finally hatch into sin. Jay’s fingers dipped low. My hips rolled to meet him, shameless. He pressed his forehead to mine.