Playing With Fire (R-18)

Chapter 4

Your environment offers you the abundance you need to feel nurtured and comfortable so that you can manifest your vision in the world.

Inspiration is all around you.

Yes, the breakfast and lunch, a bath, clothes, and last night's warm bed. All of that, I got it instantly just because I kissed back a stranger. A reckless, impulsive act that had somehow unlocked a treasure trove of comfort and care.

It was past two in the afternoon, and this was probably the longest I'd been away from my own apartment in ages. I'm a creature of habit, a homebody who thrives on routine and familiarity.

And surprisingly, I did feel comfortable with Vios. Unlike with other people, when I have a face-to-face reading session with a client, I don't usually spend much time socializing with them. I get straight to the point, especially if I can feel the client's emotional neediness. I'm a professional, not a therapist.

My friends even get annoyed with me because of my constant rants whenever I get irritated with a client. They tell me I need to learn to set boundaries, to protect my energy.

Or maybe it's just because Vios is a man. Maybe I'm just curious about hanging out with a male presence. It's been a while since I've had a genuine connection with someone of the opposite s*x.

"How is your work?" I couldn't help but ask Vios. "It's okay if you're not comfortable answering, but you haven't left since this morning. I was just wondering."

"It's my day off," he answered with a smile. A genuine, warm smile that reached his eyes and made my heart skip a beat. "I deal with cars with my brother Wigo in the business."

Vios, Wigo. Familiar names, they sound like car parts.

"I see…" I studied him. "How come you ended up broken? You're exactly the description of what my Gen Z clients are obsessed with. And they did that to you?"

So, what was that? His ex-girlfriend must have been stupid if that was the case. Blind and foolish.

I almost tripped because Vios suddenly cornered me by the sink. I put my hand up to keep some space between us. The cool porcelain of the sink pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body.

"Hey…" I said. "Are you going to pounce again?"

"How did you know?" Vios's lips, or rather, his smirk, were teasing. The space between our faces was now just a hair's breadth. His eyes were dark and intense, and I could feel the magnetic pull of his presence. "I don't remember that, Madam. Broken? Who? Me?"

He put both of his arms on either side of me, and with just one lean back, I'd be in the sink. Trapped.

I met his gaze. Then, I poked his muscular arm.

"Hey, if you think you can intimidate me with that act of yours…" I smirked when a mischievous idea popped into my head. I wrapped my left arm around his neck and pulled him closer to me.

Vios was stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered. His eyes widened, then narrowed with amusement.

He wrapped his arms around my waist in return. And he wasn't satisfied yet; he lifted me up and sat me on top of the sink.

I could feel the warmth of his body, and so could he with mine. The heat intensified, making my skin tingle.

I could also feel every breath he took. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, a heady mix of spice and musk.

And when our eyes were level, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us.

His hands landed on my hair, which wasn't completely dry yet. He toyed with my hair, his fingers gentle against my scalp.

"I've never seen a woman like you, Tori…" he mumbled as his fingers tickled my nape, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you sure you're not casting any spells on me?"

When he touched my nape, I immediately felt his s-xual energy rise. The air crackled with electricity, and my senses heightened.

Or was that me? Was I the one amplifying the tension between us?

Then, a few seconds later, I felt his lips on my skin. Hot, pleasurable, and a little crazy. A tantalizing dance of pleasure and pain.

It was like he was sucking my neck, even though he wasn't a vampire trying to suck my blood. His lips were soft and insistent, and I could feel the pressure building.

"Vios," I warned, my voice a husky whisper. "Where might that lead us again?"

"Hm?" In response, one of his hands slipped under my shirt, running his warm palm across my stomach, towards my chest, which had been excited about what was happening for a while now. His touch was electric, igniting a firestorm of desire within me.

I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he squeezed my breast. The sensation was exquisite, a sharp jolt of pleasure that made my breath catch in my throat.

"Tell me to stop, Madam…" Vios said, seemingly struggling. "I will stop." His voice was rough, strained with desire, and his eyes were dark with longing.

He kissed my neck again, and this time, I could really feel the heat, the softness, and the wetness of his mouth. His pillowy lips were now torturing my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"Oh… goodness…" I said, gasping for air. I grabbed his shoulders to get strength. My knuckles were white, and my body was trembling.

For some reason, we were suddenly enveloped in intense tension. I felt like I was being set on fire again, consumed by a burning desire.

In the blink of an eye, I didn't know if I had pulled him or if he had pulled me. If he had carried me to his room. The world spun, and my senses heightened.

Because the next thing I knew, my wrists were being held tight together and pinned on the wall above my head. I was trapped, helpless, and utterly at his mercy.

We were breathing heavily, moaning, and groaning in our throats. Our lips hadn't even touched yet. Vios's hands secured my wrists, possessively, as if he was afraid I would escape.

Instinctively, I opened my mouth for him, waiting for a kiss. He brought his face closer to mine, his eyes burning with desire.

He barely touched his lips to mine, as if he was trying to make me crave it more. A tantalizing tease that drove me wild.

I didn't move. I just gave him my devilish grin. Of course, would I lose?

I did the same thing to him. Tempting him. Teasing him.

We were both seducing each other. And it was working. The air crackled with electricity, and my body thrummed with anticipation.

Vios pressed his body against mine. I could feel his erection through his clothes, and that hardness there… it ignited a thousand little flames inside me.

I thrust my hips forward, rubbing his pelvis. A deliberate act of provocation, a silent invitation to take me further.

That's it. He captured my parted lips. He f-cked my mouth, softly. And then hard. His kiss was a desperate plea, a possessive claim, a promise of the pleasure to come.

He started to move vigorously, grinding his hardness against my thighs. The friction was exquisite torture, driving me closer to the edge.

I pressed myself closer to him, I badly needed more friction. So, I matched his movements. I moved, rocked, and swayed with him, surrendering to the rhythm of our desire.

And he groaned harder, a primal sound that resonated deep within me. I purred like a wild cat, lost in the moment. I grew weak without realizing it. My legs trembled, and my head swam.

Did I just have an orgasm? What the heck? That fast? It was a shocking, unexpected release that left me breathless and trembling.

I cursed, and Vios smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I think I just came…" I couldn't help but moan again when he squeezed my ass. He wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling me even closer.

"I know, darling…" he said, his voice a husky whisper, and then he kissed me again, devouring my senses. I grabbed his hair, his grip tightening on my thighs, and he sucked my tongue really hard, stealing my breath.

He laid me down on the soft bed and pulled up my shirt. His gaze burned into me, a silent question hanging in the air.

His eyes were dark and intense, and I could see the desire swirling within them.

A soft "yes" escaped my lips, and then he slipped his hand inside my underwear. His touch was electric, igniting a firestorm of pleasure within me.