One Night Only

Lillie

I’m stunned in the same place, unable to articulate any words. In the meantime, he bites, kisses and caresses every part of my body. He kisses my neck and holds my hands firmly so that I do not escape. Right now I don’t have the head to do it. His fiery breath and the warmth of his tongue send a shiver down my entire spine. I’m shaking, but I don’t know anymore if it’s just from fear or a mixture of a strange sensation that runs through my whole being with his kisses and caresses.

Slide your mouth up to my ear:

“You belong to me completely now. “Underlines each and every one of his words”. You will be mine forever” he whispers in a sexual and tremendously serious tone. In the meantime, he rubs more into me.

The rhythm of my heartbeat increases more.

Do I belong to him now? Yours? What did he mean by all that?NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Just when I think he’s going to invade the inside of my intimate area with his fingers, he radically changes direction. He moves his touch away from that intimate place and caresses my hip. It startles me. His grip goes back to my ass. I’m holding my breath. My lungs are burning. He smiles sideways, showing me the dimple on his cheek. His hand starts sliding down my thigh again until it reaches my crotch; he flexes and lifts my leg. Out of obligation I surround his hips. He pulls his face away from me a little. I focus on his eyes, which look at me with a mixture of anger and despair. Is he really crazy? From telling him so much I already believe it, and his dark look betrays it.

“You won’t escape from me anymore!” roar.

What’s the matter with him? What’s your problem?

“What’s your problem? “I’m trying to control my agitated breathing.

“You! “He raises his voice.

What? Me? If I’m bothering you so much, why won’t you let me go? I don’t think I’m the one with the problem.

You cocky fucking mafioso.

“I remind you that you are the one who holds me by force. If you would let me go, I would no longer be a problem for you. “I speak harshly. Why don’t you go and find someone else?

I don’t know why I regret saying the last thing, it would be the best thing to get rid of him, and I foolishly go around regretting. What’s wrong with me? It doesn’t have to matter to me.

“That’s the source of the problem, that I can’t and I don’t want to let you go,” he says. And no, I’m not interested in any other woman, I just want you. – His tone is firm and possessive.

Without taking his gaze off mine, he releases my leg and takes my face with only one hand, while the other loosens the grip of my wrists, which he has cornered against the wall. His fingers run along my chin, cheeks and neck, which he caresses for a long moment, and sinks his fingers into my loose hair. Take my mouth in a soft and hesitant kiss. He caresses my tongue with his and then his lips with veneration. That act makes me fall into his net. I’m completely lost if I let it keep dragging me towards that feeling it makes me feel. Slowly, release my mouth. It leaves me unable to protest or say anything. I arch my eyebrows in surprise. His face goes from serious to a mischievous and arrogant smile, as if he knew what he provoked in me.

“You arrogant idiot.”

My amazement turns to courage. I strike him with the look. I can only make him smile even more.

“Let go of me” humbug.

Before he does, we hear the sound of the door opening and closing, and then a few steps. He releases my hands and rests his hand against the wall. She’s still got me cornered. With the other he covers my mouth without putting pressure on it.

“Shhh “whispers in my ear.

I notice how his breathing quickens again when he desperately sniffs my neck and hair. My heart is beating fast again, which cuts off the air entering my lungs. It’s hard for me to breathe, I don’t know if I was the same as him or I was worse.

“Lillie”, it’s my sister’s voice” are you still here? !!” it sounds a little withdrawn from where I am.

My nerves are starting to kick in, so I get restless. I have to get this man off my back and get out of here as quickly as possible, but he doesn’t do anything to get out of the way, he’s still attached to my body. I try to push it with my hands, but it’s useless. He raises his head from where I had it stuck and smiles for my failed attempt. He shakes his head, giving me to understand that he will take his hand away from my mouth, but not to try to scream or anything like that. He pulls her away from my face to place her on the other side of my body, locking me between his firm chest and the wall of the cubicle. I make a sign to him that I will answer.

“Yes, I’m still here! “I try to answer with a clear and firm voice”. I’ll be right out.

“It’s okay!” says my sister”. I’m waiting for you!

I am mentally grateful that my sister has arrived, I have been saved again. I don’t think she’s capable of doing anything to me while she’s here.

She leans in to whisper in my ear:

“I’ll come for you. “His breath grazes my neck and ear. It gives me the creeps”. Remember that you belong to me.

When I go to protest about his silly possessive phrase, he places a warm and soft kiss on my lips, which were ajar. He presses his against mine for a few seconds that feel like minutes. An electric current runs through my back. I like that feeling. It was something tender, something different. Slowly, he separates from me completely. I don’t know why I’m starting to feel so empty and cold in my body.

How strange.

He is leaning on the other wall of the cubicle – he just limits himself to looking at me – and he is crossing his arms. I stay immersed in his gaze. I don’t know what I’m doing as a fool watching him instead of running out of there, but I want to appreciate for a few seconds the majestic, attractive and dangerous man in front of me, that man who almost made me his in a hospital bathroom cubicle. Just remembering it makes me shudder completely. His eyes absorb me. I’m unable to move. My senses are prey to the presence of that man who is in front of me. Seeing him like this, serious, and without taking his gaze off me, the memory of a few moments ago comes to mind, where he pressed me against his firm body, his smell and his touch. The power that provokes in my whole being…