Just One Night

Chapter Five

Christian's POV

Davina squirmed, her body instinctively rebelling against the onslaught of sensation, but her struggles were futile against my iron grip. “Yes.”“Please…oh God…” Her head tipped back again as I dragged my fingers out and rubbed a lazy circle on her c**t with my thumb before I slammed them back in. Her little gasps and whimpers were the sexiest things I’d ever heard. She writhed against the wall, her lids heavy and her mouth half-parted in a ceaseless moan. One hand splayed against the wall while the other fisted my hair hard enough to sting. Lust soaked the air so thoroughly it would only take a graze to light the match on the gasoline of our desire. There was nothing artificial about this moment. “Scream for me, sweetheart.” I pushed a second finger inside her, stretching her. My c**k ached to replace my hands. I was close to losing it, and she hadn’t even touched me. “Let me hear how much you love this.” The wet, filthy sounds of my fingers pumping in and out of her told me what I needed to know, but I wanted to hear her. I wanted her to let go. The volume of Davina's moans grew, but she still held back, her muscles visibly taut from the effort. “Please,” she whimpered. “I can’t…I…”

“Let go, Daisy.”

I increased the pace of my pumps while I lowered my head and drew her n****e into my mouth. I groaned. She tasted just as good as I’d imagined. Sweet and perfect, made just for me.

I laved and sucked, teasing the tip until it hardened into a diamond peak. I moved on to her other breast, alternating back and forth and licking and suckling like I was a man starved. I couldn’t get enough. The taste of her against my tongue was f*****g heaven. Silky and addictive, like a shot of pure lust into my bloodstream. I gently clamped my teeth around one of her n*****s, flicked a firm tongue across its sensitive tip, and tugged at the same time I pressed against her c**t. After a breathless, suspended moment, she finally shattered. Her cry of release drenched the air as she came in a shuddering, toe-curling orgasm that vibrated against my body. I lifted my head, ignoring the insistent ache in my groin to soak in her dazed expression. “Good girl,” I murmured, withdrawing my hand. We remained in our positions while Stella caught her breath—her back pressed against the rock, my body curved over hers in a protective shield. She turned those slumberous green eyes on me, looking so innocent and content it formed an iron fist around my heart. “Kiss me.” Her whisper washed me and made my muscles tighten until every molecule of my body hummed with anticipation. My resistance crumbled like a sandcastle at high tide. I let out a low curse before I groaned, fisted her hair, and slammed my mouth down on hers.

When I had first seen her, in that tiny dress, looking around the club with trepidation, I had thought to myself that she was a goddess. But I knew now that she was more than that. She was a temptation with no escape. An obsession with no end. An addiction with no cure.

She would be my greatest undoing, I thought to myself as I took off my clothes and covered her body with mine as I slowly entered her.

When I woke up the following morning, she was gone.

Davina's POV

TWO MONTHS LATER…

I was close, so close to reaching the peak.

"Please, Christian… harder," I gasped and moaned.

A shrill ring made my eyes open.

"s**t…" I groaned as I reached out to turn off my alarm clock. I had been dreaming of him again.

You're such a slut, Davina. I said to myself as I forced myself to get out of bed and head towards the bathroom.

As I brushed my teeth, I could not help thinking of that fateful night when I had met Christian. It still felt like a dream to me sometimes.

I could not believe how unafraid and different I had been with him. I had never had a one night stand before and yet, I had given in to every demand like I had been drugged.

And maybe I had, by his deep, dark green eyes and his hypnotic voice.

"Snap out of it, Davina and focus. You have a lot to do today," I warned myself as I spat out the toothpaste foam and rinsed the rest off.

I stepped into the tiny shower and turned on the water.

I let out a yell as freezing water came pouring out. After a few minutes, it eased into slightly warm and I let out a sigh of relief.

After my shower, I stepped out of my room into the kitchen to see that my brother had started preparing breakfast, something that was unheard of in our home. I wrinkled my nose, knowing that he was probably trying to butter me up for something.

"Good morning, my beautiful, intelligent sister!" He yelled out as soon as I entered the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes as I walked over to our coffee machine. "What do you want?"

"Why do I have to want something? Can't I just greet you, my darling sister without you implying that I want something?"

I was not listening to his rant, I was too busy trying to hold back the nausea that rose up so suddenly at the smell of the frying bacon.

I tried but I could not keep it down, I rushed out of the kitchen back into my bathrooms and hurled my guts out. My brother tried to follow me, but I shut the door in his face.

Once the puking session was done, I sat back and leaned my forehead against the cool tile wall, wondering what I could have eaten to make me feel that way.

Just then, my eyes went up to the small calendar that I had pasted onto the medicine cabinet I had in my bathroom.

My eyes widened as I calculated… My period was two months late.