Chapter 7 #2
A light wind blew along the rooftop, lifting the edge of her top. The cool breeze felt so good against her heated skin that it offered her a moment of clarity, the inferno inside her subsiding a bit.
With a shuddered breath, she asked, “What’s xoli?
He frowned. “You don’t know what xoli is?” he asked, mystified.
She shook her head, causing the rooftop bar to spin around her. “You smell yummy,” she said, voicing her inner thought.
He cocked his head, observing her which only caused her to rub her thighs together more tightly.
His eyes turned smoky. “Oh, I see,” he said, voice dropping low. “I can help you with that, Sweetness.” Reaching out his hand, he offered it to her.
With one look at his face, she knew exactly what he was offering, and without hesitation, she took it.
Not wasting another minute, he led her to an elevator different from the one she had entered.
They passed by the dance floor, where women and some men watched her with envy as he wrapped his arm around her waist. His bare forearm was pressed against her naked back, and she could feel electricity in every spot they touched.
She had to clutch her thighs together again to relieve the throbbing pressure building at the apex of her thighs.
Once the elevator doors binged open, Soraya walked toward her reflection, and with hazy eyes, she watched as he stalked in after her. The smell of his cologne engulfed her in the small space.
The moment of reprieve she had from the inferno dissipated, and it returned twice as strong, causing her to stumble. Catching her forearm, he chuckled. “Watch your step now.”
He turned her around, walking her backward until she was flush against the mirror. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the cool glass, which did nothing to alleviate the heat radiating off her skin.
She could feel his gaze burning into her face.
Soraya focused on her clit, trying to reason with it. Can’t just lose control like this—what’s wrong with you?
Her pussy didn’t care about her inner turmoil. A wave of desire crashed through her, almost shaking her knees with its force. She could feel her cunt starting to drip. She bit down on her want. She just needed to wait to get to the room. She could control herself if—
His hands landed on her hips, and his long, slender fingers began to move up her sensitive, heated skin. Her heavy eyelids lifted so she could peer up at him. His gaze was locked onto her parted lips, and that’s when she noticed it…the desire swirling in his eyes.
Her heart was thundering in her chest, and she wondered if he could hear it. She turned her head down, trying to keep him from seeing the blush sitting heavy on her cheeks, embarrassed by how such a simple touch turned her on to the point she could feel her panties moistening by the second.
Her thoughts scattered completely when his fingers traveled up her ribcage, sending dizzying sensations through her. Like little sparks of energy, where his featherlight touches glided against her skin, making her shudder. Such a small thing, yet she could feel it everywhere.
“What’s happening in here, Sorenth?” A teasing voice asked.
A snarl left the beautiful stranger, Sorenth’s, lips.
Blinking through her drunken lust, she peered around him to see that the elevator doors had never shut.
Another good-looking man who looked as if he did cross-fitness stood in the opening, blocking anyone from seeing within, his brows drawn up in surprise.
A heavy pause filled the elevator, along with Soraya’s heavy breathing, before the newcomer said, “You’re going to need this.” All humor was gone from his voice.
He threw something, and Sorenth caught the mystery item in his hand without looking. Looking into her unfocused eyes, Sorenth said, his voice husky and deep with desire, “Inform everyone I’m retiring for the night, Zenon.”
Zenon didn’t say anything as he reached into the elevator, pressed a button, and turned his back as if guarding the entrance.
The elevator doors slid shut on his broad back, and Soraya blinked slowly as the compartment began to move.
“Do you want him to join?”
Soraya snapped her hooded eyes back to Sorenth’s. Was he being serious? She couldn’t tell.
She shook her head.
“Good,” he ground out, a spark of possessiveness flashing in his eyes.
“Sorenth?” she all but panted.
“Yes, Sweetness?” he answered, sounding more sensual.
She swallowed, then squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed again when his knuckles replaced his fingers, trailing up her ribs, right underneath her top.
They stopped just below where her heavy breast ached before traveling, oh so, slowly back down her skin.
Breathing raggedly, she struggled to get her mouth to work, and when she finally did, all she managed to say was—
“Sorenth,” she practically moaned on a shaky breath when his knuckles made another pass up her flimsy top—her whole body moved with that touch. She threw her head back against the mirror, her eyes glazed over.
The elevator felt like it was taking forever to reach the ground floor, but strangely enough, to Soraya, it felt as if they were going up. Her head was becoming lighter and lighter, her consciousness floating outside her body as she burned.
He muttered something under his breath, and before she could ask what he said, he moved with lightning speed. One second, he was teasing her mercilessly with his light touches, and the next, he had her pinned to the mirror, his entire body flush against hers.
Her legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought, and she reveled in the feel of his hot torso pressing against her equally hot center.
“Sweetness,” he groaned, “I need your eyes.”
She hadn’t realized she had closed her eyes, it felt like her whole body was seeing for her.
When was the elevator going to stop?
Lifting her heavy eyelids, she found olive-green eyes staring into the depths of her soul.
His dilated irises flickered back and forth between hers in quick succession.
She liked that. Squeezing her legs even more tightly around his waist, she felt him groan, sending a thrill through her.
He buried his head into the side of her neck and took one deep breath after another .
Her whole body jolted when his hot tongue darted out to taste the side of her neck.
Soraya didn’t care about anything at that moment besides his tongue exploring her sensitive skin.
She didn’t even care when the elevator lights flickered rapidly, plunging them into complete darkness and then back to light, causing her eyes to fall shut again.
She didn’t need to see him as her legs spasmed around his waist while he ground into her center, causing her to cry out.
She was silenced a second later by his mouth.
This kiss was neither slow nor exploring the way Tariq’s had been.
Oh no, he didn’t give her a chance to breathe as he slipped his tongue into her open, hot mouth.
She sucked him in, taking everything he offered.
She no longer cared if she was good at kissing or not.
She didn’t care as saliva—either hers or his—wet the corners of her mouth—didn’t care how messy she was being, and he was right there with her.
Same desperation, the same need.
The elevator doors pinged open, and the strong scent of salt wafted into the small space until it surrounded her. An even more pronounced aroma of coconut and vanilla enveloped her—consuming her.
He applied more pressure on her hips, causing her pussy to spasm around nothing.
And the elevator doors were open. Pulling herself back, he immediately backed off.
“We should go back to your room,” she miraculously managed to gasp.
Nodding, he looked as if his own lust was riding him hard.
Good, that made two of them.
Wrapping his lean, muscled arms around her, he didn’t bother setting her down as he carried her out of the elevator. She tucked her head into the side of his neck, not caring where they were, when a sudden and powerful wave of dizziness hit her.
Surrounding them was the soft glow of a yellow light. Faintly, she could hear the tinkling of glass and joyous laughter in the distance.
“Hey, Sorenth! Whatdoya got there?” A drunkard shouted.
Sorenth didn’t answer them. He was a man possessed, and in the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t be wrapped around him like this in public.
She just couldn’t bring herself to care.
Sorenth grunted in her ear as her wandering hand gripped the back of his soft hair, and her lips latched onto the soft spot below his jaw, and she sucked at the tender skin.
What felt like a short moment later, she heard the opening and closing of a door.
She vaguely wondered if they had made it to his hotel room. A hand carded into her loose hair and firmly pulled until she had no choice but to let go of his skin. Her eyes focused on the bright red spot she left behind on his neck, and she licked her lips in victory.
“Possessive little thing,” Sorenth murmured.
Soraya’s glazed eyes found him, and her breath caught in her lungs at his beauty. He was truly an angel—an angel with a wicked, wicked mouth and the body of a sinner.
Gripping the backs of her thighs, he lifted her off him and—
Her ass bounced on the bed before she fell back completely onto a soft duvet.
Like an avenging angel, he stared down at her, his eyes locking directly to where her skirt had risen all the way to her hips, revealing her soaked panties completely.
She had the good sense to realize she was perhaps going too fast, but that thought was scattered to the wind when he took off his shirt.