HIS FORBIDDEN DESIRE

CHAPTER THREE

EVIE'S POV

His lips found mine instantly, and the earlier shock gradually became fuel for my lust.

I was drawn to him because of his irresistible and addictive woody scent and I craved him. I wanted him desperately.

We shared an intense kiss as my fingers moved through his hair. Our tongues battled for control, but in the end, I let him take charge.

With one hand, he gently held the side of my head, leaving the other hand free. His hand moved down my neck to my lower back, and even through my silk minidress, I could feel its warmth against my skin.

He muttered, "You're so f*****g beautiful," on my lips.

His hands rested on the curve of my backside, and I let out a soft moan.

I responded by inviting him, and he moved his other hand slowly toward my breast. While he firmly squeezed, I pulled him closer.

His massive member was pressing against my body, and I could feel my desires burning.

He broke away from the kiss and moved his tongue along the side of my face, then up my neck. Afterward, he moved down to my chest. "I want to feel all of you," he groaned.

As he kissed and sucked every part of me, my control was slowly slipping away from me.

Grasping me by the waist, he dragged me closer while his fingers made a gentle dig into my flesh.

I could hear the music blasting in my ears and smell the whisky still on his breath. But with the heat of his body pressed against mine, everything else disappeared.

His fingers slid back up to my shoulders. I slowly sank until I was kneeling as if compelled to do so.

I felt like giving him almost everything because there was something captivating about his deep, piercing eyes.

His hands were running through my hair and as I looked up at him, I didn't think twice about getting what I wanted. I put my hand between us and slowly traced the outline of his c**k.

He let out a soft sigh as he leaned his head back. "Good girl." His words made me bite my lip in anticipation. When I glanced up at him, I saw anticipation written across his face. This was something I had done a few times before....Oral s*x.

A smirk played on my lips as I playfully unzipped his pants slowly. His response was a soft moan.

I slipped my hands into his trousers, and as I felt his entire length, my desires intensified. Long, firm, thick, and full-length.

I gulped as I brought his c**k to my lips, focusing my eyes on it. I gently massaged him, making sure to give a kiss at the tip before taking him into my mouth.

He let out a deep groan, which pushed me to work him harder.

I bobbed my head up and down, holding onto his hands for support, while consistently sucking him at a steady pace.

I took as much as I could handle without gagging, though I couldn't take all of him. His pleasure-filled face made it even hotter and a tingling sensation settled low in my stomach. Now, my pants were completely soaked.

I paused, then carefully moved my tongue around the tip. A deep growl tore at his chest.

"Good girl." He fisted my hair tightly. "I like how you take all of me in."

I sucked for a while without showing any mercy until he abruptly helped me get back up on my feet. Not for long, though. He brought me closer as his hands settled on my hips.

I kept sucking without showing mercy until he suddenly pulled me back up. It didn’t last long, though. He pulled me closer, placing his hands on my hips.

Our eyes met, and he quickly lifted me off the floor and set me on the washbasin cabinet. His arms wrapped around my thighs, and I instinctively draped my legs around his neck as he moved in closer.

As he traced a finger from the center of my arousal to my wet entrance, I felt an instant wave of pleasure. I anticipated him touching my c**t, but instead, he pulled his finger away and replaced it with his lips, repeating the motion. My heart was pounding.

His mouth was right above my p***y, and I shivered as he swiftly moved my pants aside with his fingers. "Fuck."

I had barely finished talking when he closed his mouth around my c**t. I let out a deep moan and ran my fingers through his hair, my body aching for more.

He ran his tongue all over my p***y, which felt amazing.

As he licked and sucked, my moans grew louder. He kept a steady rhythm and then added his finger to the mix, which made my nub twitch.

The knots in my stomach tightened, and I felt pleasure shoot through my body. Just as I was about to reach the edge, he straightened up and positioned himself between my legs.

My body reacted instinctively, tensing up, and I quickly closed my thighs, pushing him away.

He stopped right away. He sat me down from the cupboard and cursed under his breath.

Shit.

And he was gone in an instant. I was desperate to stop him, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was my fault he left.

I straightened myself and grabbed onto the cabinet for support.

I didn't mean to freeze like that, but I couldn't control it. My past had left me very traumatized.

I couldn't get rid of the sensation of the stranger’s warm lips on my body, but I was also 'sexophobic,' if that's a real term. It was safe to say that, aside from orals and fingering, I feared having s*x because of my ex.

I felt the pleasure vanish almost immediately, replaced by a sharp pain.

"You're nothing more than a b***h, Evie." Remembering my ex's nasty words made me shudder. "You’re worthless to me if I’m not f*****g you."

I found out the true nature of my supposedly caring ex-boyfriend in an unexpected way.

Even though I was still a virgin and in love, I wanted to take things slowly with him. At first, he was cool with it, but eventually, he wasn't.

He became fed up and, eventually, chose to be honest. He insulted me, hurt me deeply, and even tried to r**e me.

Trying to shake off the unsettling thoughts, I glanced at the mirror and fixed my dress.

I hadn’t even asked for his name.

I exited the restroom. The lively environment that had seemed so welcoming just moments earlier now felt exhausting.

I decided to text Emma and figured I was done relaxing for the night. I took out my phone and ordered an Uber.