Beneath The Moonlight

Chapter 4

Passion, Desire, And A Coy Exit

Aria

Once the door is shut, he trails after me to where I'm standing in front of the small vanity mirror in the room. Slowly, he reaches for me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling my body flush against him. He sweeps my hair to the side, blue eyes holding mine in the mirror as he unzips my dress. Then he plants a small kiss on my neck while he pushes the sleeves of my dress off my shoulders.

“Do you want to talk?” he asks, eyes still holding mine in the mirror.

I shake my head, staring pointedly at him too as he completely undresses me.

No, I don't want to talk. I want to feel. Everything that I’ve never dared to feel before, I want it all now.

Slowly, he begins to trail his fingers along my shoulders, from my neck, down my spine, and finally to my supple ass. He lets his hand squeeze lightly while he stares deeply into my eyes through the mirror, the small smirk on his lips daring me to stop him. My lips fall open as he pulls me back against him, pushing our bodies flush against each other’s. He nibbles and bites on my shoulders, watching through the mirror as the lust clouds my eyes. Then, he trails one hand to my belly and begins a slow accent up to my breasts, grabbing the soft mound of flesh gently. My hard n*****s press into his hands, begging for more.

He obliges, rolling my n*****s slowly between his fingers while still trailing fiery kisses all over my neck and shoulders. He sees my control beginning to shatter, but I don’t care. For the first time in a long time, it’s finally about me. What I want, how I want it. I push my hips back into his bulge, spreading my legs wider now as though inviting him into my warmth.

He spins me around, turning me to stare into his own eyes. In one smooth motion, he plants his hands underneath my ass and effortlessly lifts me unto the dresser.

He pushes himself between my thighs, leaning down and taking one n****e into his mouth while his hand skillfully plays with the other.

Frantically, I pull him up to my lips and smash my lips against his, instantly intertwining our tongues in a fiery hot kiss that threatens to set my entire body on fire. My fingers deftly undo his belt and buttons. Impatiently, I grabbed his hand and began to guide it up my thighs, which were already spread wide for him, showing him just what I needed. But he's in no rush.

He let his hands trail up my inner thighs slowly, before finally touching my center, and massaging my wet c**t slowly . His other hand roams all over my naked body, the sensation almost sending me over the edge.

I beg and plead for more, unable to stand the slow torture anymore.

Finally, he slips two fingers into my wet little hole, thrusting into me slowly and picking up pace while biting my breasts, neck, and shoulders over and over again.

Little squeals and gasps leave my lips as I move my hips against his slick fingers, matching his rhythm. Suddenly and without warning, he pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me cold and still very aroused.

“You ready for me now, princess?” he whispers, and my eyes finally slip down his body to his huge, hard c**k.

“Y-yes, please,” I whisper, trying not to scream loud enough to be heard.

“Please what?” he asks.

“Please f**k me.”

“As you wish, princess,” he growls animalistically.

***

Turning around restlessly, I cracked my eyes open to find myself in a dimly lit room. The colorful clock on the nightstand reads 6:06 am, and as I try to bring myself back to reality, everything that happened last night comes rushing back through my head. Slowly, I turn to admire the gorgeous stranger from last night, still peacefully asleep beside me. I trailed my fingers delicately along his cheek, barely able to make out his face in the dimly lit hotel room. But it’s a face that I will never forget, even in a hundred years.

I almost lost myself staring at him, but I eventually pulled my eyes away from him, looking around the room instead. When I went to that bar last night, I had no plans to have a one-night stand with anyone, much less this brooding, strange man. But as soon as my eyes caught his smoldering gaze, it was no longer up to me. It was like my head was saying one thing, but my heart was guiding my body to another. I was only supposed to have one drink in a place where no one knew me, far away from home, but instead I–

My smile drops.

Home.

I'm supposed to be looking after my brother– the only family I have left in this world, but instead here I am, in bed with this stranger. I need to get back to Hunter’s Creek.

A low groan snaps me out of my thoughts. He turns, draping his ripped arm across my waist. The contact sends a rush of desire through me, but I shrug it off.

No way.

There’s no time to linger in bed with this stranger.

What I need is to slip out of this bed, and this room, without waking him up. His hand glides to the curve of my hip, resting softly against me. His peculiar scent tickles my nose, tempting me to lean closer into him.

Slowly, I lifted his hand off my body, careful not to wake him up in the process. His grip is firm, making it almost impossible to move, but I strategically slip out from under his grasp, rolling off the edge of the bed.

Once on my feet, my brows involuntarily knit together as I try to collect my scattered thoughts. Still wrapped in the hotel bedsheets, I walk around the room, pacing back and forth as the memories from last night replay in my head. A silly smile stretches out across my face, the delicious soreness between my legs reminding me of things that make me shudder.

I catch sight of my clothes from last night, discarded in a messy heap on the floor. Just like that, reality comes crashing down on me.

I have to leave.

Last night was amazing, but that’s all it was ever going to be. One night. And now it’s over.

I slip my dress back on quietly, careful not to wake the gorgeous stranger whose name I still don’t know. It doesn’t matter, because I’ll never see him again. Once I’m dressed and ready to leave, I risk another glance at the blue-eyed man still asleep, longing for something I just cannot have again. I sigh appreciatively at his gorgeous form, fighting the urge to return to the bed and crawl under the covers with him again.

I ball my hands into tight fists at my side, shaking my head as though that would clear the thoughts that threaten to consume me. Committing it all to memory with a single, final gaze, I walk out of the room, shutting the door tightly behind me.