I continued to drink more and more until midnight. When I tried to stand up to go to the washroom to wash my face, I was stumbling. As I struggled to walk, someone suddenly grabbed my waist with one hand while touching my hips with the other. He picked me up, carried me into a private room, and threw me onto the bed.
When I looked at him, I saw a man with dark black hair and a perfect physique. He looked older than me—perhaps 35—wearing a tight suit. He had piercing blue eyes and was incredibly handsome. As he moved closer, I asked him who he was and what his name was.
"My name is David," he replied, "and you're mine."
David pulled down my bra straps and unhooked it. He then removed my skirt and my underwear. Stepping back, he admired my curves and repeated, "You're mine." He then climbed on top of me, taking my breast into his mouth while sliding one finger inside me and grabbing my back with his other hand.
He admired my curves and repeated, "You're mine." He then climbed on top of me, taking my breast into his mouth while sliding a finger inside me and gripping my back with his other hand.
Next, he guided my legs open and teased my skin with his lips. He then stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, and removed his pants. Afterward, he helped me sit on top of him.
I was completely overcome by the moment, wanting him just as intensely as he seemed to want me. I kissed him everywhere I could reach. He then shifted our positions, moving to be above me, and kissed the area just below my navel, sending a jolt through my body.
David looked deep into my eyes, his blue gaze burning with an intensity that made my breath hitch. "I've wanted you since the moment you stepped into this club, Emma," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.
The whiskey was still clouding my mind, but the sensation of his skin against mine was sharper than any drink. I leaned down and captured his lips in a passionate, desperate kiss, my hands tangling in his dark hair. I felt a wild sense of freedom—today I had lost a father, but right now, I was finding myself in the heat of this stranger's touch.
We were caught in a whirlwind, a blur of motion and fervent kisses that left me breathless. "Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice thick with desire.