“I would like that, thank you.” She turns on her heels walking away through the crowd, leaving us alone. Turning to Nico I am stopped as another man comes up to us requesting another dance, beginning another chain of excruciating dances to follow after.
The night grows late as I am pulled once again on to the floor, this time by a younger man who looks to be in his early twenties. Placing his hand respectfully against the small of my back as he moves me to the music, being careful to ensure his hand doesn’t dip too low.
Halfway through the song we are interrupted by Nico as he places a hand on the man's shoulder. Turning to him the man respectfully nods as he backs away, leaving Nico to pick up where he left off. His hands once again slip to my back where the others had just been, though he rests them lower. I can feel the heat of them against the exposed skin low on my back. He draws me closer to his body as he gracefully moves us around on the floor. Bending low to me he whispers in my ear. “You look so alluring I couldn't help from getting jealous at every man's hands on you while I just stood off to the side watching.” Pulling back I see a dark pull in his eyes confirming the truth he just spoke.
“Nico, there is no need to get jealous. They were all just dancing, and respectfully so. Not a single one overstepping any boundaries, so try to calm down.”
“It's a good thing they didn’t, I would really hate to have to kill someone today of all days.” He says in a teasing tone, though I know he is anything but. With his palm still on my lower back he removes his grip intertwining our fingers. He places the back of his hand on my shoulder inside the fabric of my dress, slowly dragging it down grazing the soft skin on the inside of my breasts. “Though you look stunning, I can’t wait till we can slip away so I can get you out of this dress and fuck you again.”
Heat settles between my legs at his words. A devious grin plays on my lips as I try to tempt him, knowing it won’t take much. “Why do we have to wait? Why don’t we just leave now?”
He looks down with one of his brows raised, considering my words. Abruptly stopping us mid dance he takes my hand pulling my through the crowd and up the banquet stairway. I smirk at his sudden haste and urgency to get me alone as he pulls me along behind him, my short legs working double to keep up with his long strides.
Finally getting to our room he pulls out a door key before opening it and dragging me in. Closing the door behind us he engages the deadbolt lock before grabbing hold of me, spinning and pinning me as my back pushes into the door now behind me. Without hesitation he brings his lips to mine, knowing exactly what he needs to sedate his desires. Moving his lips against mine in a feverous haste, nipping and sucking on them as if he is trying to consume my soul as he steals my breath. The passion of this kiss is unlike any other we have shared, arousing all of my nerves and senses in my body with only his lips on me.
Pulling back panting as he breaks the kiss between us he gazes down at me, inhaling deeply trying to calm his madness. He reaches up and back to my head, pulling my mother's clip from my hair. Stopping briefly to look it over before sliding it into his jacket pocket. Reaching back up he quickly removes the rest of the pins securing my hair in place. At the removal of the last one it falls in an avalanche of red waves around my neck. Sliding his hand up the side of my throat, threading his hands into my hair at the base of my neck, he grips tightly. “I like it better when your hair is down,” his voice rough and low.
Drawing me back to him with his hold in my hair he brings his lips to my throat. His other hand moves down my back as he grabs hold of the string tied at my waist. Giving it a slight tug, releasing the knot as the dress loosens against my body. He grips the silky fabric in his fist at my waist as he yanks down. The dress softly caresses my already sensitive skin as it slides down my body in a quick fluid motion before pooling in a pile at my feet.
Standing in front of him, now in only lace panites and my heels, I feel the cool air as it rushes against my skin. Taking a step back his eyes devour my body as he begins to remove his jacket and shirt, his eyes not moving from me once as he removes each button agonizingly slow.
“Go get on the bed. Lay back but keep your feet on the floor.” He commands as he removes his pants. Moving across the room I sit down on the bed, bending over to remove my shoes. “No,” he barks out again, stopping me. “I want them left on.” His lips upturned in a wicked grin. Listening to his demand I remove my hands laying back into the bed.
Stalking towards me he reminds me of a predator, watching his muscles ripple and move under his flesh as he comes to stand at the end of the bed
