Love's Unreliable Dance

The night in Emerald City was already getting a bit chilly.

On the silk sheets, in a room filled with tension and allure, two bodies were entwined. A man's lips moved skillfully downward, grazing the woman's cleavage and taking her nipple into his mouth.

Catherine Powell wanted to cry out but tried her best to hold it in. Her legs were spread and resting on his shoulders. He teased her deliberately, rubbing against her entrance but not going in.

When Catherine couldn't hold back anymore, a moan slipped from her lips, and her eyes, filled with desire, looked at him pleadingly.

The man chuckled lightly, his dick already rock hard, and without any more teasing, he thrust in. He was really too big.

Catherine, feeling such intense pleasure for the first time, left a long scratch on his back with her nails, her whole body trembling with ecstasy. Little did she know, the night had just begun.

In the afternoon, Catherine had gone to a high-end party, looking for someone new after her breakup. The men there were either rich or noble, but none of them caught her eye; they were either fat or bald.

After a few drinks, just as Catherine was about to give up, she finally saw a tall and slender figure in a well-tailored suit. Even from behind, he exuded a powerful aura.

Her eyes lit up, and fueled by the alcohol, she stumbled a few steps and soon fell into the handsome man's arms.

"You're quite direct," said the man she fell on, initially stunned. Then he let her slide into his embrace.

Catherine grabbed his arm, batting her innocent big eyes as she leaned in. "Do you like it?"

The man frowned, taking a step back. "Take a good look at who I am."

Catherine was momentarily taken aback, then slowly looked up, carefully examining the man. His handsome face seemed a bit familiar, and his raised eyebrows carried a hint of teasing. Suddenly, half sobered up, she realized this was her ex-boyfriend's cousin, Manuel Green.

The Green family was a lineage of shamans in Emerald City. But Manuel had chosen to study modern medicine, having published five papers, and was renowned in the entire medical community of Emerald City, specializing in gynecology.

The last time she went for a check-up, it was Manuel who was on duty.

From the check-up to the end, he maintained a calm demeanor, only speaking about the medical descriptions. During the internal examination, he only asked her a few questions about her condition and said nothing else.

Their only interaction was after the check-up, perhaps because of her boyfriend Henry Green, Manuel had symbolically greeted her.

Thinking of this, Catherine's somewhat heated mind cooled down a bit.

"Dr. Green, what a coincidence," she responded to him, smiling politely, and quietly put the hand she was holding behind her back.

Manuel said, "Are you drunk? I'll call Henry to pick you up."

Seeing the inexplicable blush on her cheeks, Manuel calmly took out his phone. Just as he opened the contacts, Catherine stopped him.

She instinctively bit her lip, saying, "We've broken up."

Manuel tugged at the corner of his mouth, paused for a few seconds, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a car key. "Then I'll take you home." His tone was so firm that it left no room for refusal.

"Okay." Catherine smiled, not thinking much, and naturally followed him out of the banquet hall.

On the way, the two didn't speak much until they reached her doorstep. She pointed to the door ahead. "I'm home."

Manuel just nodded slightly, showing no intention of leaving.

Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Want to come up for some tea?"

Earlier in the banquet hall, Manuel had specifically mentioned he was Henry's cousin. But now, at her doorstep, Catherine noticed he didn't seem to care about their current relationship at all.

Manuel didn't answer immediately.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and Catherine's gaze fell on his delicate features. She had to admit, compared to Henry, Manuel was much more pleasing to the eye.

"Still not leaving? Interested in me?" Catherine smiled, lifting the bag that was covering her long legs.

Manuel nodded slightly, his body leaning towards her from the driver's seat. "Yes, want to give it a try?"

As soon as they entered the hallway, before she could put down her bag, Manuel pulled her into his arms from behind.

Catherine stumbled and went limp in his arms. "Didn't expect Dr. Green to be so eager."

Through the thin silk dress, she could clearly feel something pressing against her lower back.

As soon as Catherine turned around, his moist lips pressed against hers. The kiss was so intense she could hardly breathe.

He had a faint minty scent, maybe from some car air freshener, mixed with a subtle hint of sandalwood.

Their breaths became rapid, as if the air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

Manuel didn't give her a chance to react, holding her waist with one hand and pressing her against the shoe cabinet, while the other hand skillfully caressed her breast, which was trembling from her rapid breathing.

Manuel chuckled, "Didn't expect you to be so slim yet have such big breasts."

His hard dick pressed against Catherine's private part.

Catherine, feeling a bit uncomfortable, tried to step back, but before she could move, her waist was gripped even tighter. The next second, his low, magnetic voice sounded in her ear, "Just relax, don't move."

In the bedroom, her silk dress unknowingly slipped to her feet, the touch of skin bringing a tingling sensation, stripping away the last bit of Catherine's rationality.

Manuel moved his dick closer to her warm, soft cunt, making Catherine unable to hold back a soft moan, her ears and neck turning extremely red.

"No..." Catherine lightly opened her mouth, letting out a delicate whimper, trying to alleviate the feeling of his hard dick rubbing inside her pussy, which was slightly painful from the swelling.

Manuel stopped his movements, pulling out halfway, his cold voice in her ear, "Are you sure you don't want it?"

"No, it's not that..." Catherine, somewhat dazed, couldn't help but lean her buttocks back, instinctively tightening around his dick.

The intimate contact made her feel the dick inside her pussy seemingly growing larger, making Catherine's face completely flush.

"Do you like playing hard to get?" Manuel grabbed her hand and pressed it onto the bed, fucking her wantonly.

The dick that was already inside her cunt started thrusting, catching Catherine off guard. She widened her eyes, panting heavily, "No, don't, be gentle."

Catherine, being fucked, felt her mouth dry up, involuntarily licking her lips. Every time the dick pushed out, she felt an urge to push back and take it inside again.

Their breathing grew more and more rapid.

An hour and a half later, Manuel sat on the edge of the bed, slowly putting on his shirt.

Catherine, still panting slightly, looked at his straight back. The soft light highlighted Manuel's perfect muscle lines, and her mind kept replaying their recent lovemaking.

She never expected that Manuel, who seemd to be sexually frigid, would be so much better in bed than Henry.

She leaned half against the bed, twirling her hair with her fingers, casually saying, "You got what you wanted and now you're leaving?"

Manuel's chest vibrated slightly, showing no intention of stopping his dressing. "Do you want me to take responsibility?" His tone was cold, with a hint of mockery.

Catherine was momentarily speechless by his retort; the man who had been so passionate during sex seemed like a different person now.

She said nothing more, pulling the blanket over her body and sliding back into bed.

For a man as outstanding as him, there were countless women wanting to cling to him. To Manuel, her beauty was just a small advantage that made him pause for a moment. How could he be serious, especially with a one-night stand like this?

Accompanied by the sound of the door closing without any emotion, Catherine closed her eyes.

The next morning, Catherine was awakened by a wave of soreness. The most unbearable was the swelling in her pussy.

Looking at the messy sheets beside her, she gradually recalled what happened last night.

The drunken haze instantly disappeared. She pulled off the blanket and took a look, confirming she was naked, with her underwear still thrown haphazardly on the floor, showing how intense last night was.

She vaguely remembered that Manuel had fucked her several times. By the end, she no longer felt any pleasure, wanting to struggle but her body was limp from the alcohol.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, a sharp pain shot up from her pussy. She didn't hesitate any longer, tying up her hair and taking a cab to the hospital.

Perhaps because it was the weekend, when Catherine checked her phone for an appointment, there was only one specialist in the gynecology department, the rest were attending physicians, and all appointments were full.

She bit her lip and reluctantly clicked on Manuel's appointment slot.