Capítulo 3: CHAPTER 3

Marie's POV

Was I bold? Yes, I guess but the only thing I wanted that instant was the super hot stranger who was hooked on my sight. I care less about whatever might happen afterwards.

I continue roving my hands around his body and the rod that seems to have stiffened, making it hard rock.

The little space was getting heated and I wanted more. I conveyed it through my eyes, hoping he could read it.

"Do you want to go to my room with me?" He asked, getting my message I think.

"Yes," I said, solemnly. The desires enveloped me, I was not thinking straight. But I still wanted him. And he wanted me too, I could hear it in his voice.

Not just his voice, his body was clearly sending signals of wanting to f**k the hell outta me. I couldn't be wrong, could I?

I bit my lower lip, my eyes seductively running through his body. He was the most beautiful man I have ever seen, and I wanted him to have me, that instant.

Not letting go, he stylishly led me in the direction which I assume was his room. I don't even know how but I was sure our eyes never left each other. Not until we paved our way to his room.

Although his room was just above the bar, we stuck to each other until we got there. My mind wondered why he was living there but I shook it off. Maybe he was staying there for the night but I didn't want to ask him any question and I didn't want him to ask me.

Seeing I was getting distracted, he pinned me to the wall just as we entered the room, and kissed my neck fiercely.

"Ohh," I moaned, loudly too as I just couldn't hold my overwhelming emotions back.

I liked how his touch made me feel. My heartbeat was racing so much. It was electrifying and I shook non-stop.

"Relax, pumpkin," he hoarse out as his breath sent tingles all over me.

Then it registered in my head that he just called me something. Pumpkin? No one has ever given me a pet name before. Not even the so-called mate of mine.

Just then, he met my lips with his, crushing them together, his tongue enveloping mine. It felt good. I was unable to breathe but I liked it. Not just like, I was drawn and caged by it.

"Beautiful," He murmured and it sent a chill down and all over my body.

My back arched in response, I moved one of my hands away from his neck, down to his waist and grabbed his shirt.

But he removed it and yanked the top off me. He was now staring at me in the eyes with his passion-filled gaze. It made me happy that I oozed the reaction from him.

Electricity crackled in every tiny gap between our bodies. My back arched. My spine tingled. He looked at me like he was drowning and I was the only hand reaching out to save him. It was dizzying and intoxicating, and I couldn't resist him.

I ached with my need for him. My nails dug into his muscular shoulders as he drove inside me, my head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed through me. It was like something in us both had snapped and the tethers holding us to reality had broken.

Nothing in the world had prepared me for the pain and the pleasure that erupted inside me, it was as if I was transitioning into a woman. And it was this powerful beautiful man who made me like this.

He looked at me with shock in his eyes, and right there I knew he realised I had never been with any man before and he was my first. But I was glad that it was not regret I saw in his face but kindness.

"Are you okay?" He stopped to ask. I nodded. Holding back my shyness.

"I am more than okay. Please don't go slow because of this. I like how you are with me before your knowledge," I said to him. He was a stranger, and even better that we would not see each other after today.

He was wild and frenzied. His hands were everywhere, roaming over the curves of my waist, and the arch of my back, gripping at the backs of my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. I lost myself to him, in him. For the first time in my life, I felt utterly content. I was safe.

We came together and were spent. He wrapped his hands around my body and let me there as if he was protecting me.

I slept like a baby, waiting for what tomorrow brings. But I was sure that whatever it was. I would face it smiling.

I removed his hands from my body as slowly as I could, but he was heavy, I could not sleep as soundly as I thought I would. The fear of him demanding about where I am from or loop questions about who my parents are kept me awake through the night and now it was time to go back to where I came from.

I wanted him to remember me as we were last night, nothing less. I wanted to be ingrained in his memory as a passionate girl with no regrets and no real-life problems.

It took me about thirty minutes before I finally succeeded. I put on my clothes and headed out of St Fents and away from the stranger's life.

I crashed on my bed and closed my eyes to finally get my missed sleep. That's all that mattered to me because I wanted everything I did tonight to end in my dreams.

"Marie! Marie!"

I was content in my lala land until I heard a voice that shattered my fantasy. I could have enjoyed it more but no, I would always get my dreams shattered.

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