Chapter 2 Chapter 2
“Dry off,” he said added. “There’s a robe in the bathroom too. Take your time.”
I went into the bathroom on shaky legs. The mirror showed a mess of me… mascara running down my cheeks, hair stuck to my face, eyes red from crying.
I looked broken. I peeled off the wet red dress and dried my body with the towel he gave me. It smelled clean and masculine…. Seems he used it earlier.
I didn't understand what he meant when he said I shouldn't regret it, but at the moment all I want is to satisfy myself and prove I'm not what lira said.
I stepped out of the bathroom to meet him standing near a desk.
He grabbed me swiftly by I kissed him first.
It started soft, almost shy rather… Then he took control. His mouth moved on mine like he had been waiting years for this. His Strong hands slid inside the robe, pushing it off my shoulders. I gasped when his palms touched my bare skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against my neck. “So young and soft. Let me make you feel good tonight.”
I nodded, tears still on my cheeks. “Please. I need to forget.”
I didn't know what he looked like but I could tell just how hot abd handsome he would be with his touch.
He laid me down gently on the bed. His mouth explored my entire body… my throat, my breasts, my stomach. Every time I moaned, he made a low sound like it pleased him. His hands were experienced. They knew exactly where to touch, how much pressure to use. When his fingers slipped between my legs, I cried out.
“Easy,” he said softly. “Just feel it.”
He took his time. He used his mouth on me until my legs shook and I cum hardly, my hands gripping his hair. I had never felt anything like that. Bennett never did this for long.
When I reached for him, he let me touch his cock. He was huge and hard. I stroked him while he kissed me deeply.
“You sure?” he asked one last time, his voice rough.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you inside me.”
He entered me slowly at first, letting me adjust. Then deeper and harder. His thrusts were powerful but controlled so I couldn't feel much pain.
He talked the whole time…praising my body, telling me how good I felt, how perfect I was. Every stroke hit places I didn’t know existed. I cum again around him, and then again when he changed angles.
The cold made things worse, making me want his body on mine forever.
We changed positions. He took me from behind, one hand in my hair, the other rubbing between my legs. Then he pulled me on top so I could ride him. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me.
“You’re incredible,” he groaned. “So tight and wet for me.”
I lost count of how many times he made me cum. My body felt boneless, loved in a way it never had before. When he finally cum, he held me tight, whispering my name…no, not my name. Just sweet words. “Beautiful girl. Perfect.”
Afterwards, we lay tangled together. He pulled the covers over us and held me against his chest. His heartbeat was steady under my ear.
“Stay here tonight,” he said quietly. “Don’t go back into that storm.”
I nodded, already half asleep. I didn't know the last time I received such pleasure… abd now I could proudly say I wasn't this good with Bennett because he was bad himself.
Morning light woke me as my body ached pleasantly. I turned my head and froze…..
The man beside me was still sleeping, one arm around my waist like I was he's. Sunlight showed everything the darkness had hidden. The strong jaw with a little stubble. The little silver in his dark hair and the familiar shape of his face.
My stomach dropped.
No. It couldn’t be.
I carefully slipped out of his hold. He shoke but didn’t wake. I grabbed my clothes, not even caring that the dress was still a bit damp. My hands shook so badly, making dressing extremely difficult.
This man... the one who had touched every part of me last night... the one whose voice had comforted me and whose body had brought me so much pleasure...
I knew him.
I backed toward the door, tears filling my eyes again. What had I done? I opened the door quietly and ran down the hallway, my heart pounding louder than the last beat.
I didn’t look back.
By the time I reached the lobby, my mind was spinning. I stepped outside into the now-calm morning, but inside me everything was chaos. The stranger from Room 57 wasn’t a stranger at all. FUCK!!!!!!
I got into my car and drove away, whispering the same words over and over.
“What have I done?”
“ How couldn't I recognize his voice??..”
