What the fuck did I just say?
The guy still hadn't responded to my invitation. His eyes were just locked on me — deep, dark, and unreadable — like he was seeing straight through me, dissecting every thought, every emotion, as if I were an open book laid bare in front of him.
I looked away, flustered. His gaze was too intense — too consuming. It felt like heat was crawling up my skin, making me feel like I might actually melt under it. I exhaled shakily, realizing the alcohol was starting to kick in. My head swirled, the world tilting slightly on its axis, everything moving in slow, dizzying circles.
"Tskkk... agggh!" I groaned, clutching my temple, but the sound that slipped from my lips was... far too sensual. I instantly wanted to slap myself.
Shit.
Seriously, Kate? In front of this man? This walking sex god?
I really needed to sober up — fast — if I wanted even a shred of dignity left. Restroom.
Yes.
Go to the restroom and escape. I turned slightly, trying to excuse myself with a weak voice, unsure if he'd even hear it over the music.
"Umm... can you please let go—"
But he cut me off.
"You asked me if I wanted to dance?"
I froze at the sound of his voice — smooth, deep, and dripping with confidence. "Shall we? Hmm?"
Before I could even process what was happening, his large hand wrapped around mine, and he tugged me gently but firmly toward the dance floor. I didn't fight it. Maybe I couldn't. Maybe I didn't want to.
Our hands intertwined, and I couldn't stop staring. His grip was firm, protective, and his skin was warm — so warm it felt like it was made to fit perfectly into mine.
What the fuck was I thinking just now?
He continued to lead us deeper onto the dance floor — not quite at the center, but far enough that we were surrounded by swaying bodies and flashing lights. I was losing track of space and reason.
Then, he leaned in — his voice barely above the bass thumping in the background.
"I wonder what a beauty like you is doing here... alone."
And just like that, he pulled me in. Both of his strong hands slid around my waist with practiced ease.
My breath hitched.
My cheeks flared red-hot from his touch.
As if things couldn't get more intense, the DJ played "Wet the Bed."
Oh. My. God.
"Bring it forward, don't you run," the lyrics moaned, not helping my situation one damn bit.
I was redder than a tomato. Dizzy. Drunk. Embarrassed. And something else... turned on?
I wanted to pull away, really I did — but my body had a mind of its own. And it didn't want to move an inch.
So this was what partying felt like?
"I'm actually with my friends, but I got lost…" I admitted truthfully, a little dazed. All I wanted was to go to the bathroom, but I ended up being dragged by strangers — and now this guy.
Mission: not accomplished.
"I see…" he chuckled, a low, sexy rumble from his chest. "Then I guess asking you 'Are you lost, baby girl?' is rather... amusing, don't you think?"
I choked. On my own saliva.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
How could anyone be this flirty on a first meeting? Was this normal? Is this really how guys are in the city?
Maybe... maybe I should play along?
I looked up, locking eyes with him. I didn't shy away this time. I met his stare head-on and let a smirk dance across my lips.
"If that's the case… are you expecting a 'Yes, Daddy' from me?"
And there it was.
I saw it.
A flash in his eyes — dark, hungry, unmistakable.
Lust.
It mirrored mine.
His hands slid lower, gliding from my waist down to my ass. My breath hitched again. He pulled me even closer — our bodies now pressed together, and I could feel something hard and hot pressing against me.
Oh god.
Still, I didn't look away. I didn't blink. I just stared straight into those dark eyes, drunk on the moment — and maybe the tequila too.
We were dancing, but barely. It was more like swaying in sync with the beat, our movements slow and suggestive. My hands slid around his neck like a snake, one tangling into his thick, slightly messy hair. The space between our faces disappeared inch by inch.
I could feel his breath — cool and minty — brushing against my lips.
I closed my eyes.
I was ready to give in to the kiss.
But then he whispered,
"Let's take this somewhere else."
I didn't even register what happened next. One moment I was floating in his arms, and the next, he was pulling me through the crowd — again. Past the lights, past the people, past the music.
And all I could hear now was the pounding of my heart, asking the one question that really mattered—
Was this okay?
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The room smelled like leather, faint cologne, and sex in the making.
They barely made it to the hotel down the street, stumbling through the hallway, lips crashing, hands roaming like they couldn't bear a single second of separation.
Kate didn't even remember who opened the door — maybe it was him, or maybe she did with shaking hands — but the moment it clicked shut behind them, the man pressed her against it.
His mouth found hers again, claiming. Demanding.
Her body arched into him, lips parting between kisses as she let out a needy "Mmmmm," the sound raw, shameless, like she didn't care who heard it.
He tasted like whiskey and something darker — like danger laced with desire. His kisses weren't soft or tentative. They were rough, bruising, and so goddamn intoxicating. Every inch of her buzzed under his touch.
He was tall, solid, broad-shouldered, with eyes that looked like they could tear through her soul and hands that knew exactly where to touch.
She was melting — burning — all at once. Her mind screamed slow down, but her body begged for more.
His fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress, drawing a gasp from her.
"You're quiet now," he muttered against her neck, voice low and full of heat. "What's your name, baby?"
Her eyes fluttered open.
Panic flickered for a second — not fear, but caution. She didn't want him to know. Not her real name. Not tonight.
She tilted her chin and whispered, breathless, "Evie."
A smirk curled on his lips. "Evie, huh?" He tasted the name like it was something sweet on his tongue. "I'll remember that."
He didn't ask again.
They didn't make it to the bed — they crashed into it, a tangled mess of limbs, breath, and desperation. Clothes were ripped off with no patience, buttons flying, zippers dragged down with shaking hands.
He threw her onto the mattress like he couldn't wait another second, his eyes dark and devouring, raking over her bare skin like he was starving.
Kate lay there, heart pounding, chest rising, completely exposed — breathless, aching, and burning with the wildest kind of need.
"You're shaking," he said, his voice turning softer for a moment, though the fire in his gaze never dimmed. "First time?"
She didn't speak. It's true that it was Kate's first time…at least with an actual cock. She doesn't have her v card anymore as she likes to relieve herself using her toys occasionally.
Kate just nodded slightly, lips parted.
Something in him shifted — not gentler, but possessive.
He hovered over her, and said, "Then I'll make sure you never forget it."
What followed wasn't gentle. It was raw. Unrelenting. He was dominant — feral. His hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head with brutal strength. His body moved over hers with a fierce purpose, as if he was determined to claim every inch of her, and in that moment, he did.
"You're mine tonight," he growled, his lips grazing her ear before pressing a searing kiss against her neck, marking her, claiming her.
Kate's breath hitched.
"Ughhh!"
She'd never felt like this — unhinged, gasping, alive.
His lips were everywhere — down her neck, across her collarbone, trailing lower.
Her body responded in ways she couldn't control. Every touch, every kiss, every move of his was making her lose herself more. She moaned, low and desperate, as the feeling of his hands on her skin, his hot breath on her body, ignited something inside her that burned like fire.
"Fuck, Evie," he muttered against her skin. "Ang sarap mo." His tongue swept across her chest, stopping at her breasts, teasing her hardening nipples with his mouth, driving her crazy. "Mmmmm."
"Please..." she gasped, the word slipping out in desperation, her fingers curling into the sheets as she arched against him.
But he wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
With a cruel smile, he kissed his way back up her body, his hands sliding down her sides, gripping her hips roughly, pulling her closer until she could feel his hard length pressing against her. His breath was hot and ragged against her lips. "I'm going to make you beg for it," he said, the words sending a shiver down her spine.
She didn't have to wait long. His mouth found hers again in a fierce kiss, and his hands slid down to the waistband of her panties, pulling them off in one swift motion.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned into the kiss, her hands now grasping at him, feeling the muscles in his back, needing more of him, wanting more.
"Tell me you want it," he demanded, his lips still on hers. His voice was thick with hunger.
"I want it," she breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the ache between her legs grew unbearable. "I want you."
He didn't waste a second.
She felt it. His cock entered her pussy. Never in her life had she expected that such a length would enter hers. It was long, hard and very warm.
"Tangina mas masarap pa to kesa sa mga dildos ko sa apartment." she thought.
His body moved over hers with a controlled force, each movement purposeful, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. She felt every inch of him as he entered her, his thrusts hard and unrelenting, the bed creaking beneath them.
"Fuck," she moaned, the words slipping from her lips as her nails dug into his back, matching his rhythm, moving with him. She was wild now, responding to every stroke, every push, every touch. The pleasure mixed with a hint of pain, but it was good. She felt alive in a way she never had before.
"That's right, baby," he groaned, his voice hoarse, as he drove deeper, harder. "Take it. All of it. Masarap ba? Mmmmm?"
She gasped, unable to stop the cries escaping her as her body trembled beneath him. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, the desperate rhythm of their movements, and his growls in her ear that made her pulse race. It was frantic, chaotic.
Her body arched into him, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper, lost in the madness. "Please, don't stop."
He groaned in response, pushing her to the brink, each thrust a sharp jolt that sent her into a frenzy.
"Ugghhh fuck!" She could feel it — the tension building, the pressure mounting, until it was almost unbearable. Her entire body tensed as she teetered on the edge of something explosive.
"I'm cumming ughhh!"
"Shit—"
With a final, deep thrust, they both hit the edge together. The world exploded in white-hot bliss, the pleasure consuming her, pulling her under in a wave of sensations. She cried out his name — no, she couldn't even remember if she said it aloud or just in her head.
And when it was over — when they lay tangled in the sheets, breathless and spent — he reached for her. But she was already slipping away into the dark haze of sleep.
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Sunlight filtered through the blinds, cruel and intrusive.
Kate woke with a pounding head, her throat dry, and her body sore in the best way possible. She blinked, disoriented, the night flooding back in flashes — his mouth, his touch, her name on his lips.
Evie, not Kate.
"Diosmio..." she muttered under her breathe.
He was still asleep beside her, half-covered in the sheets, the definition of temptation.
Even unconscious, he looked dangerous. Beautiful. A sin wrapped in muscle and quiet power.
And she didn't even know his name.
Kate's hand slowly reached for his messy hair but halted. Her heart hammered. Reality kicked in.
"I should go."
This was a mistake. She partied to get wasted but she never planned on getting laid!
She slipped out of the bed quietly, picking up her dress from the floor. Her hands trembled as she put it back on, eyes darting back to him just once.
Then she left.
No note. No name. No goodbye.
Just a memory — wild, reckless, and unforgettable.