Just One Night

Chapter Four

Christian's POV

“Drop your arms for me, sweetheart. I want to see you.” It was the closest I ever came to begging. Silence shrouded us and suffocated any remaining traces of lightheartedness.

From the very moment I had laid my eyes on Davina, which had been right as she entered the club, I have found it very hard to take my eyes off her. My eyes had followed both her and her friend as they walked into the club. Even as her friend left her to go dance, my eyes did not leave her from behind the large, dark, tinted window that was on the first floor and allowed me to see everything that was happening in the club. And she was beautiful, extremely so.

Her beauty wasn't the kind that stopped the room – it was a quiet, understated kind that snuck up on you. Her hair, a cascade of rich, dark brown, tumbled down her back in loose waves that framed her heart-shaped face. Her eyes, the color of melted chocolate, stared at me with both lust and wariness. I guessed that the quick rush that the wine had given her was beginning to fade.

Her pale pink lips were swollen and her cheeks were still flushing from the orgasm I had so proudly given her.

"I'm not a bad man, little Daisy," I said. My c**k was hard and painful, but I knew that if she asked me to leave or gave any inclination of not wanting this, I would leave immediately.

The delicate column of her throat jumped as her eyes held mine. I knew that there would be going back from then on. The little firecracker that had captured my attentiom had it forever. My pulse slowed to match the interminable wait. Then slowly, ever so slowly, Davina lowered her arms, and my pulse shifted from slow motion into high gear as it throbbed to the frantic rhythm of my heart. I didn’t take my eyes off her face until she stood with her arms at her side and a ruddy flush beneath her tan. Only then did I allow my gaze to slide down and bask in the sight before me. Firm, lush breasts tipped with sweet brown n*****s that I ached to taste. Delicate curves and graceful limbs that dipped and rose beneath miles of luminous skin like a roadmap to a heaven I would never reach. My c**k turned to stone while a beast stirred in my chest, snarling at me to take her and mark her until it was clear to every single person who she belonged to. Me. Davina's breaths left her in shallow puffs as she shifted beneath my scrutiny. She was clearly unused to someone staring at her for so long, but when she moved to cover herself again, I stopped her with a grip on her wrist. “Don’t.” Desire roughened the edges of my voice. “You don’t need to cover yourself in front of me.”

“I don’t…I’m not…” Her throat moved again with a visible swallow. “It’s been a while since someone saw me like this.” Embarrassment coated her admission. The fierce flame of possessiveness burned in my gut, a thousand times hotter than when I’d seen several men staring at her at the club, despite her being oblivious. Of course, I knew she must’ve been naked in front of other men before—just as I knew I wanted to peel the skin off said men’s flesh and leave them to rot beneath the hot sun for daring to lay their eyes on her. No one would ever be worthy of her. “Define a while.”

My lazy request didn’t hide the undercurrent of danger running beneath it. Wariness flickered to life in her eyes. “Years.” The beast in my chest was fully awake now, and it wanted to press further. Demand the name of every f*****g man who’d touched her so I could pay them a nice follow-up visit. It took a good amount of willpower, but I caged those desires. I may not be her first, but I would damn well be her last. Because once I took her, I would never let her go. “I see.” My voice softened into velvet again. “And when was the last time someone touched you like this, Davina?” I stroked her breast, mapping out the soft swell with my palm before I grazed a thumb over her n****e. It hardened instantly, and a smile ghosted my mouth at her sharp inhale. “I…I don’t remember.” Beads of sweat bloomed high on her forehead when my touch roughened, and I pinched her n****e hard enough to elicit another, even sharper gasp.

Her hand shot up to grasp my wrist. “Christian.” My name fell off her lips in a sweet, breathless plea, but it might as well be the shot from a starting pistol. One word, and the full force of my desire snapped from its leash. I wanted to swallow the sound of my name from her mouth, see if she tasted as sweet as she made it sound or if it was dirty and wanton, like sin made verbal. A gasp escaped Davina's throat when I pushed her against the nearby wall. A tortured groan rumbled in my chest at the sight of her already wet and glistening for me. She looked like a mythical goddess against the dark rock, all sinuous limbs and pale skin.

I collared her throat with my other hand, pinning her against the rocky wall while I pushed her legs wider with my thigh. I kept the pressure of my thumb against her c**t and slid a finger inside her tight, wet heat. Desire flamed hotter with every inch deeper I went and every pant of her breath against my skin. I wanted to swallow every gasp and feel every sigh against my lips until I consumed her and made her mine in every f*****g way.