Slow Dancing In The Burning Room Novels & Stories

He said while taking off his suit, I nodded while my head is spinning. I took off my dress I almost fall but he caught me. " Your whole village got burned that night, no animal, person, crop, is alive" He said while hugging me. " What? , W, what are you doing? " " I'm dancing with your honey, I'm doing what I won't remember? " I'm so dizzy that I'll fall, I'm hugging him so much so My legs won't betray me. .................................. To be continued

I just nodded, not adding anything else. We had just sparked up a fire to chase away the chill in our place when, out of nowhere, the power cut out. The room plunged into darkness, leaving only the glow of our stubborn little stove. Yvonne went off with the landlord to hunt down some candles. Wade was right on her heels, moving through the flickering shadows. I caught a glimpse of him trying to hug Yvonne, but she pushed him off in a flash. "Thomas isn't feeling great. You stay and take care of him," she said, her voice carrying just enough for me to catch it.

Lily's Bold Move Wrapped in a clinging silk robe, Lily sashayed down the hall towards Clyde's room. Her bare feet made barely any sound on the plush carpet as she recited her lines in her head. She had decided that tonight would be the night to remind Clyde of what he should feel for her—or at least make him rethink his disobedience.

- Lauren whispered against her ear, feeling Karila's hands tighten on her shoulders. “And we dance like that, clinging close, leading our partners, feeling their sweat and nervous flutters, gripping securely so they don't fall, feeling the slowness of a daring movement that awakens a few butterflies in your stomach, it's like making love. without being naked, it vibrates in the skin, and in the breath... and so it goes... flowing... - Lauren whispered slowly and so low that Karila only allowed herself to be carried away by the movements of the historian's waist that led her to a slow dance, pressing her fingers into the curve of her ass, closing her eyes feeling Karila's delicate body moving

Taking a quick shower and putting on my pajamas for the night, I impulsively left my room and stopped at Belle's door. It was a stupid thing to do but I didn't care. I needed company tonight. I needed her company tonight. After knocking twice at her door, I awaited my fate, wondering if she was going to open it or not. The light in her room was still on, giving the impression that she was indeed awake, so I waited after knocking the second time. The door to her room opened slightly and Belle snuck out her head to give me audience. She didn't say a word, only looked at me with those sexy eyes of hers and my gaze wandered inside her room, realizing I was too guilty to look into her eyes.

The last thing I want to do is to draw attention. Damien parted my legs even wider and continued his work on me. “Don't worry, the office is soundproof. No one is going to hear anything, moan for me all you want, doll. I want to hear you scream.” He said and pushed in one more finger.

*** IRENE *** The VIP room had returned to its sinful chaos, the music pumping faintly as laughter and whispers bounced off the walls. I stayed silently seated beside Dante, feeling the heat of his body close to mine, while the games of truth and dare went on around us. The spinning bottle landed on people I didn’t even know, and I saw some of the women giggle as a lady was dared by another to give Rowan a lap dance, her body moving provocatively on him. I bit my lip, keeping my thoughts to myself, watching the way the other men grinned and the women laughed.

“I didn’t say anything.” “You didn’t have to.” I leaned in again. “Relax. I suggest you go cool off” “You’re not doing anything,” Rafael countered. I glanced at the dance floor, then back at him. “You promised to walk into fire with me.” “I did not promise to enjoy it.” I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “That’s the spirit.” The music shifted, something slower, heavier. The lights dimmed, bathing the room in red and gold. My pulse matched the beat, my earlier restlessness sharpening into something focused.

"Walk to the bed. Slowly." I turn, getting my first look at the room. But my mind refuses to take in any of it, my eyes only searching for the bed, and finding it beyond the door to my left. Walking to it, I look over my shoulder, find Law putting on a condom, giving his cock a few pumps. God, just the sight of his cock, remembering all the things it made me feel last time, has a shiver racing through my body.

We hurried inside, Matteo slumped in the corner, while Sloane pressed a napkin to his wound, Dante stood guard at the door. I looked back at the ballroom one last time as the doors began to close. Through the smoke and flames, I saw Julian. He had stepped down from the stage and was crossing the dance floor. He stepped over bodies and walked through the flames of the Molotov cocktail as if they couldn't touch him. He fixed his gaze on the elevator—right at me. He raised his cane and pointed it at the ceiling. Move two complete. The doors slammed shut, trapping us in the metal box.