Chapter 4 One night stand

His hands drifted lower, gliding along my back, over the curve of my hip, until they stopped between my thighs.

And then, he touched me.

I let out a sharp moan, clinging to his shoulders.

I see you're enjoying every bit of it...

"I'm not."

"He smiled, we'll see."

His touch wasn't impatient. It was torturous.

His fingertips moved like he was mapping me, studying my skin, savouring every little reaction. Like he wanted to prolong every second.

And I was trembling.

He knew it.

But he didn't give me time to think.

He lifted me effortlessly into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist.

And that was when I felt his arousal pressed firmly against me, hard, hot, pulsing. And it was big. Very big.

"You like it when I touch you, don't you?" he murmured, his mouth trailing along my neck.

My nails dug into his shoulders when I felt his warm tongue trace a slow path across my skin.

"Alejandro..."

He let out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating against me, making me gasp.

"You'd better hold on."

And then, he really kissed me. It wasn't gentle. It was deep, demanding, and hot.

His hands slid over my wet body, exploring, gripping, claiming.

Every touch felt deliberate, like he knew exactly where to place his fingers, how to press against my skin at just the right angle, how to make me lose control.

And I did.

I lost control, lost track of time, lost the memory of the pain that had been haunting me. For those moments, there was only him and me, and the electric sensations shooting through my body every time he touched me.

My fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling, guiding, demanding more.

He smiled, satisfied.

Then he lifted me with surprising ease and carried me out of the pool. Water dripped onto the tiles as we made our way back toward the suite. Everything happened so quickly that I barely had time to take it in.

By the time we stepped inside, the warmth of the room wrapped around us, a welcome contrast to the cool water we'd left behind. For the first time that evening, the world felt quiet.

The wet bra vanished before I even realised it, his fingers far too skilled. And then his mouth was there. Heat. Tongue. Teeth grazing. I yanked his hair when his tongue circled my nipple and he sucked hard.

"Alejandroo..."

"You have the sweetest way of saying my name."

'If that's even your real name,' I thought for a fleeting moment.

How many times had he played this role? How many women had moaned a name that wasn't even his?

His fingers slid along the edge of my soaked panties, tugged-and then they were gone.

He gently placed me on the soft bed and when he positioned me exactly where he wanted, "Now there's nowhere to run,

"he whispered against my lips.

I let out a short, breathless laugh.

"And who said I want to run?"

He let out a soft chuckle and held me firmly, keeping me in place with one hand while the other guided him to me.

And then, he thrust into me.

I gasped.

My body arched into his.

"Fuck, Selene..." he ground out between his teeth, his voice rough and dripping with desire.

Something in his tone felt too real to be an act. Like, just for a moment, he forgot I was just another client.

He moved slowly at first, his eyes locked on mine, studying every reaction.

I felt everything, his gentle touch, his lips on my neck it was intense.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, my legs tightening around his waist.

I wanted more. I needed more. Needed to forget everything.

beyond this luxury suite, beyond this moment.

And he knew it. His grip on my waist tightened. And then, he took me completely. Every thrust was firm, deep, deliberate.

The pleasure built in crashing waves, overwhelming, and my body met his rhythm, clinging, desperate for more.

The world disappeared.

There was only him.

The way he held me, the way he seemed to know exactly what to do to push me to the edge.

His rough groans mix with mine.

The impact of our bodies meeting, harder, faster, more urgent with every thrust.

My breath caught in my throat as the tension inside me coiled tighter, past the point of no return.

I was close.

So close.

"Alejandro..."

"Come for me, Selene," he whispered in my ear, his voice thick with pleasure.

That request was my undoing.

The shock of release ripped through me like lightning, tearing me apart from the inside, shattering every shred of control.

And the very next moment, he followed me.

With one last, powerful thrust, his body tightened and he groaned my name through clenched teeth, burying his face in my neck as he gave in fully.

The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing.

I felt his arms still holding me, steady, almost like he refused to let me go.

He kissed my shoulder slowly, his lips warm and soft against my skin.

And when he lifted his face, that damned smile was there again.

I smile with satisfaction because Alejandro was worth every penny.

The problem?

I was about to find out what that bill would really cost me.