My Runaway Mate

Adrianna POV I was sweating, and the tight metallic-red dress I was wearing made me feel heavy and uncomfortable. But I couldn't help but tip my head back and lose myself in the dance. Blood rushed to my ears, and the music filled my mind with a sense of freedom and power. The smell of desire was all around me, getting into my nose and senses. It was heavy and hot, and it made my stomach tighten in a way that was compelling. I had to get laid. I had to forget the jerk who had hurt me. A body hit my back. I stumbled forward, breaking the spell I had let myself fall under. A strong hand wrapped around my elbow before I could fall. It was hot and burning, and right away my body froze. "Easy," a man said. I couldn't breathe. That voice... My tongue is dry and heavy in my mouth, and I feel like something is stuck in my throat. I was definitely drunk because I couldn't help but get turned on by the way he talked and the way his skin felt on my arm. "Umm, sorry," I said. I didn't know why I was sorry, but I knew I had to do everything I could to keep him there and keep his touch on my skin. The man laughed. He sounded like he had been smoking for twenty years because his voice was low and throaty. I was curious if he did. His hand moved up my arm, and I got goosebumps all over. His fingers moved over the sensitive skin on my neck like whispers of the night and promises of a wild encounter. I couldn't help but moan, and the sound echoed around us. People didn't look; they were too busy being seduced by their own lust. I couldn't stop the heat that made my body hot and my soul burn. How badly I needed to forget... His other hand held me tightly around the waist, and it felt rough and hard against my stomach. His breath brushed the side of my neck and his hair tickled my ear. The heat of his mouth on my skin and the soft touch of his lips made my mind go crazy. I gasped. I leaned back and moaned as the stranger's fingers spread to my belly button and then lower to the base of my abdomen. He pushed my body against his chest, and the roughness of his muscles and the pounding of his heart made me feel like I was in a lullaby. "Can I ask your name?" His voice was a soft whisper in my ear. "Adrianna," I said, gasping as he bit my earlobe. We didn't notice the people around us as our bodies swayed to the music. I was falling into this man's abyss, his seduction and thrall. My body hardened when he said my name in a low voice. He said, "Umm, I like that," as he ran his tongue down my neck and bit the skin at the base of my throat. I opened my eyes to see the bright, flashing lights above us. I wanted him. Oh, how I wanted him... "What's your name?" I had the nerve to ask. The heat and the man who ground his pelvis into my ass made my throat dry and parched. He chuckled, "So responsive," as he ran his fingers down my right thigh. I moaned and gasped for cool air. I could feel my core getting wet with excitement, and the wetness dripped down the inside of my thigh. I wasn't wearing any panties. I came to this club wanting to get laid, wanting someone to touch me and take away all the memories of him from my mind and soul. "What's your name?" I had the nerve to ask again, wanting to forget. I raised my arm above my head and ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. He let out a low moan that shook my back and stomach and made my muscles tighter than I thought they could be. I kept moving my ass against his pelvis. I liked how his hard c**k felt between my ass cheeks and how the roughness of his jeans made my blood cool down. The way I dripped down to the floor below us like a bad thing to do. "Ever so curious," he said, his teeth scraping my collarbone and his long hair tickling my face. "Please," I moaned again as his fingers moved to my left thigh. "Cairo." I moaned and gasped for air as he touched my wet core with his fingers. Cairo. When I heard his name, my body caught fire, and my mind raced with thoughts of moaning his name as he f****d me against a wall. I heard him hiss and groan when he realized that I was completely naked. I had made sure to shave and wash before coming here, and now that this man was pressing against me and his fingers were brushing against my core, I was so glad I had done that. Cairo turned me around, and the sudden movement made my mind and vision spin. I wobbled on my feet. He wore a black shirt that covered his chest. I could see the defined muscles under the material, and the way his arms bulged made me think he worked out. My eyes kept going lower and lower until... I could see that he was very aroused; his black jeans were straining from the arousal I had caused. I couldn't help but get excited when I saw it, when I knew... I couldn't remember the last time I felt wanted. I quickly looked at Cairo's face, breathing heavily because I really wanted to touch him. This guy is like a god. He has tanned skin, golden eyes, and dark hair that stands out. The fiery intensity behind his swirling eyes made my skin crawl and my heart race. The way his eyes moved over every line on my body and face made my insides melt. Cairo met my own green eyes. His smell, touch, and eyes made me feel like a part of me had just clicked into place. It was exciting. His hand, the same one that had touched my needy core, reached out to me. He suddenly pulled me closer to him, this time with no space between us. I needed to taste him and feel him without any barriers. I pulled on his hair to bring his face down to mine. The look in his eyes made my blood boil. The way his fingers moved down the curve of my ass as we breathed together and touched made my mind race. As I slid my body over his, my n*****s rubbed against the fabric of my dress. His parted lips let out a throaty groan that told me he felt that. Cairo ran his lips over mine. I moaned and gasped as he did it again, this time with his mouth pressed hard against mine. I couldn't think or breathe; all I could do was focus on this man as his tongue traced the curve of my lips. I opened my mouth, which made the kiss deeper. Fireworks danced in my eyes, and my skin burned as he pulled me closer to him. I wanted to lose all control when his hard-on rubbed against my stomach in a way that felt so good. And when he fisted my hair and ran his fingers along the slit of my core, I did. "Please," I moaned, "please touch me." I looked him in the eyes. His eyes sparkled as I begged him, and the way his mouth curved up made it seem like he was happy with what he had done to me. The way his chest moved quickly as he panted made me feel better about how much he wanted me.