A Night To Not Forget.
1778 Words
Author's Point of view.
The soft hum of the door signified the opening of the suite above the nightclub which Lucas had arranged. He had his arms wrapped around Elena's waist and their lips locked together in a heated fervent kiss. The atmosphere around them was electric and charged with some reckless energy that they both couldn't resist and it drew them together.
The click of her dull heels against the marble floor of the suite mixed with the sound of their ragged breaths as they stumbled into the room.
The kiss kept intensifying as they moved, igniting something inexplicably in both of them. The kiss wasn't slow or tentative but raw and consuming as two souls seeking solace collided.
Lucas's hands tightened around her waist as he pulled her closer like she wasn't any closer than before and Elena clung onto him like he was the only solid thing left in this world that hadn't crumbled beneath her feet.
She kept clinging onto him as her finger tightened and tangled in the fabric of his shirt, also pulling him closer. Elena wasn't thinking… She couldn't even think properly as all she wanted was the warmth Lucas's touch and lips made her feel. It brought ease to the pain that was once etched onto her heart.
Lucas's mind raced as Elena kept pressing herself against him, her hands now tangled in his hair. He reluctantly broke the kiss as he rested his forehead against hers while they both caught their struggling breath. His hands which were once exploring the curve of her slim waist became still. He just held her by the arm.
She was just too vulnerable and broken to him. He doubted that she was going to pay though he wasn't concerned about the money but more. He knew she was also speaking from whatever pain she was going through. He found her so freaking irresistible but was unsure about some things.
“Wait…” he murmured as he pulled away from her, slightly.
“Don't," she whispered back, pulling him towards her, she wasn't ready to stop as her eyes shimmered with determination and dried tears.
“Don't stop! Don't pull away from me," she added in a hoarse and trembling voice as she clung unto him.
“Miss…”
“Elena! Elena Lawson!" She muttered against his lips.
"You don't know what you are getting into, do you?” He whispered against her ear.
"I do, so just do it and stop whining!” She uttered as she pressed her finger to his lips.
“You don't…” he was saying when she cut him.
“I will double your price! Just do your damned job!" She shook her head as her lips quivered into a bitter smile as she pulled him closer again. She can't stop now, he had woken something in her.
Her words made his jaw tightened, he opened his mouth to say something but she kissed him instead. He couldn't stop her or himself again.
He was more demanding and fierce this time around as he lifted her off the ground and Elena wrapped her legs around his waist. Her shoes were gone in no time. Lucas's hands gripped her thighs with a soft firm possessiveness causing Elena to let out a gasp.
They slowly moved to the bedroom in a tangle of staggering limbs and urgent whispers. They unknowingly collided with the edge of the bed as they slowly fell into it. Lucas leaned over her as they both stared at each other passionately, Elena's hand moved on their accord as she traced his jawline in admiration.
She paused as she tried taking off his mask but he refused. She then took a moment to take in the sight before her, from his piercing gaze to his sculpted features, her breath was hitched once more as she admitted that he was indeed breathtaking.
Their clothes were discarded piece by piece, carelessly onto the floor until all barriers were stripped and they were left with nothing other than their skin and vulnerability.
Lucas took it upon himself to trace the path along her neck as every touch of his ignited fires across her skin. She found herself arching into him as her body responding instinctively to every part caressed.
“You are so beautiful, Elena!" He murmured with a reverent voice against her collarbone where he nibbled continuously, making her shiver.
As her heart also twisted at the tenderness of the tone used. She felt beautiful, different from how she felt in Victor's arm. In Lucas's arms, she was different, alive and desired, she could sense it. She could feel it.
He was very attentive to her as his touch was possessively rough yet tender like he understood what she wanted. The need to be seen and wanted. Elena found herself forgetting, forgetting Claire… Victor and the betrayal, everything except the man doing wonders to her.
Elena's hands found their way across his broad chest as she explored the hard planes of muscle before her. “So are you," she unconsciously whispered back, surprising herself.
Lucas chuckled softly at her remark, the sound of his chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “Not as beautiful as you are!"
“Maybe not but can you please quench this fire burning within me," she admitted as her fingers trailed down his waist. “I know what I want!"
Elena clung unto him as her breath hitched in response to her body responding to his, Lucas also felt it. He hadn't expected it but there was a fleeting, unspoken connection. So raw.
It became more urgent, more frantic, their movements as they gave in to the inexplicable pull between them. Lucas's hands roamed her body like he was trying to memorize every curve, every detail with care and possessiveness.
While Elena's mind was a haze of the sensation she was feeling from his touch, his warmth and just the way he whispered her name against her ear like she was the most precious thing in the world.
“Lucas!" She moaned softly.
She also tried and met him halfway with the same fervor, her hands exploring and seeking with her lips. The rest of the world fell away and the room spinning around them as they listened to each other's needs and quenched them.
One minute she was above him, the other she was below, moaning and whispering. Their hands tangled in each other's hair and their legs tangled against the sheet in a passionate want and desire.
After a long while, they both laid entwined in the aftermath of their passionate desire. The city lights cast a soft glow into the room through the floor to ceiling opened windows, the room was illuminated in a warm golden hue.
With her head nestling against Lucas's chest, her fingers unconsciously traced idle patterns against his skin. She felt… at peace for the first time in what had felt like forever.
Slowly, exhaustion crept in as the effect of the alcohol faded out. A voice in her head whispered to her. She waved off the voice, she knew this wasn't her, not her life or who she was but she would be fine. Lucas's hold on her tightened as he pulled her in for a cuddle.
Hours later, Elena stirred in her sleep as the ray of sunlight steamed into the room through the curtains and it painted the room in a soft gold hue. She tossed again as the unfamiliar scent of a cologne filled her nose, then the smell of clean linen.
She slowly opened her eyes waiting to see Claire and her familiar room but it wasn't Claire's room. She looked around in surprise and shock as she wondered where she was. She immediately sat up with the sheet around her chest and glanced around the room, it was empty. The space beside her was empty as she assumed the worst. She held her head which was aching and pounding badly.
Her chest tightened as she realized, she knew what she had done. Shame and regret clung and clawed at her skin and within her. She immediately swung her legs off the bed, stood up as her bare feet touched the cool floor. She staggered slightly, got her balance before proceeding to pick her clothes that had been neatly laid on a couch.
“What the freak have I done? Oh…” She whispered to herself as she quickly dressed up with her trembling hands.
He was gone, he left! Of course he did, very typical of them! She couldn't blame him but herself but how was she going to pay him now, she wondered. He had done his part of the deal, she had to do hers.
She looked around and found a blank card with a pen. She left a wad of cash on the nightstand with the card where she wrote. “For a service well done, gigolo!"
She balled in shame after dropping it, the money was more than she had intended but she felt this was a way to salvage whatever was left of her dignity. She slipped out of the suite without a second thought, her head down and a heavy heart which was pounding and racing hard.
She was gone before he emerged from the ensuite bathroom minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist and another slung around his neck. He froze upon seeing the empty bed.
“Elena?" He called as he looked around with narrowed eyes but he was met with a deafening silence. He called again, three times.
He immediately rushed across the room in quick strides, opening the door violently to also find the living area equally empty. He walked back and then noticed the card and the cash. She did pay, he thought to himself but still reached for his phone as a flicker of frustration crossed his face.
“Mr Kenny… I need you to find her!" He barked into his phone. “As soon as possible, just find her. I don't care what you do, I need to know where she is or where she went!" He said to the receiver with furrowed brows.
He threw his phone angrily against the wall as he walked over to the window and fixed his gaze on the bustling city still in a festive mood.
Everything was on standby as his mind raced with millions of unanswered questions. Who was she? This woman who had happened to stumble into his life unexpectedly? Why do I want to find her?
“Elena Lawson! I will find you and know why!"
- Writer
