Craving Prince Charming

2.Desirea stranger

CHAPTER TWO

~GISELLA~

I could feel a tingle. My wolf was drawing close to this stranger and excited to see him but I didn’t understand why. Sure, he’s dangerously hot with a nice body and good build but there was something more drawing him to me.

“You probably hear this a lot but you’re gorgeous,” he whispered to me, eyes resting on my face. I swallowed hard at that statement. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I wanted this stranger in my bed. I wanted to feel something on my birthday.

Do something new!

Something spontaneous!

My life is boring! Cold and empty. All I keep doing is working endlessly to pay inherited debt. I didn’t have time to make friends or have a boyfriend and I probably wouldn’t in a long time.

I want him! I want to feel what it's like to be touched by a male. To be desired—even if it’s just for a moment.

“Do you wanna—“

“We should go somewhere!” I interrupted, my eyes lowered, voice soft.

He flashed me a confused look.

“Somewhere very PRIVATE”

A smirk tugged at the edge of his lips.

“There’s a room upstairs. The bar has some rooms—“

“Let go!” I said impatiently. My wolf was raging inside of me, anticipating, needy. She wanted this, maybe a little more than I did.

He led the way upstairs and got us a room. The light inside was dim, but I could see it was a small luxurious room.

My eyes darted from my surroundings and rested on him—the handsome stranger. A few seconds passed, and we stared at each other, hunger and desire dancing in our eyes.

“Something keeps drawing me to you,” he groaned. “I can’t explain it! It feels dangerous. But then, I want it. I want to feel you. All of you,”

“I want the same thing,”

I didn’t have to say more. He closed the gap between us and his lips crashed on mine, tasting every inch of my breath. The kiss was rough—needy—like we wouldn’t exist tomorrow if we didn’t do this now. He cupped my cheeks in his hands, inhaling my essence.

He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his body, my arms around his neck. We didn’t break this kiss as we did that. He moved towards the wall. There was a small dresser in a corner and he placed me on top of it.

His lips traveled from my lips to my neck. His tongue sucked on the hollow of my neck and I gasped, tightening my grip around him.

It felt—ticklish, sensitive in a good way.

It got more interesting as his hands trailed to my boobs, he gave them a soft squeeze. Next thing I knew, my zipper was down and he helped me out of my dress, flinging it somewhere I didn’t care to look at.

I sat still on the dresser, naked before him. He stood still for a moment, taking in the view of my naked body.

“You’re ethereal,” he groaned. My cheeks flushed red at the statement.

His lips crashed on my lips again and he kissed me, this time more slowly. He trailed the kiss all the way down to my folds. I gasped, as the wetness of his tongue tickled my c**t. My hands dug into the flesh of his back as his tongue sparked electricity inside of me. I arched my back to give him more access. I could feel my wetness trickling down my legs.

He suddenly stopped and looked into my eyes. “I’m going in,”

I nodded, my eyes fixed on him. f**k the consequences of going raw. I want him right now. I want to feel my walls stretch. I heard it feels good. I want to experience what it’s like. At least, I’d know I’ve tried something other people have.

He pulled his pants down and his hard veiny c**k sprang out. Hard and ready for action. He held my waist and pulled me closer, then he went in. I shut my eyes as I gasped. It hurt like hell.

He slowly began to thrust in, his hands on my neck. He watched me cry out, his eyes fixed on me. I could feel my walls slowly adjusting to his length. I held onto him, biting my lips as the pain slowly turned to pleasure.

And just like that, he took my virginity. I lost it to a stranger, but I didn’t regret it. His thrust picked up pace and he began to plunge faster into me. I cried, moaned, and cried again as he f****d me on the dresser.

And then, I crashed and so did he. Our bodies shook as we had a powerful orgasm. We held onto each other, panting as we tried to catch our breath. As the euphoria of our orgasm cleared from my eyes, I got down from the dresser, looking for my dress.

“That was beautiful,” I heard him say.

I glanced at him, my eyes shining under the dim light. Now that my senses are back and my desire is satisfied, I begin to regret.

I shouldn’t have done this.