His hands were behind my neck, and shivers ran down my spine. He brought his lips close to my ear and whispered,
"Why don't we do something about the wetness between your legs?"
I stuttered, "What do you mean?"
He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Exactly what you've been imagining for the last few hours."
I was out of words. I should have been angry—but why was I happy? I felt like everyone could see how affected I was by him, how much I wanted him.
I'm not someone without desires, and to be honest, I wanted to give in to mine.
I nodded, probably with too much enthusiasm, because he seemed amused by my sudden boldness.
He gestured toward a car in the alley, and wow—I had to admit, it was good. Really good. His driver opened the door for us and was instructed to take us to a hotel.
I looked at him, and he caught me staring.
"Do I look that good, Velvet?"
"Yeah… but Velvet?" I said softly.
He smirked. "Yeah, Velvet."
I couldn't help but smile. The way he said Velvet so deliberately and slowly made me feel like it had been my name all along.
He chuckled. "You liked the name?"
I nodded and almost choked.
"Just wait—there's more to get choked on than just this."
I glared at him. We weren't alone—how could he say that so casually?
He touched my thigh lightly. "Calm down, Velvet. He didn't hear."
We reached the hotel in ten minutes, but the tension in the car was unbearable. His hands had been on my thighs the entire time, and all I could think about was his fingers sliding under my skirt.
When we got out of the car, I noticed the authority he carried—everyone seemed aware of him, keeping their distance. But me? I wanted him closer.
We went straight to the elevator—no reception, no formalities—and up to the top floor. His assistant met us at the door. He had a strong presence too. What kind of world was this?
He handed over the key.
The moment the door opened, he pushed me inside, pressing me against it as it shut behind us. His lips crashed onto mine, devouring me. One hand held my neck, the other my waist.
His hand moved to my shirt, and in seconds, it was gone. I fumbled with his clothes just as desperately.
When his shirt came off, I froze for a second. He was… unreal. His back, partially visible, was covered in tattoos. His muscles, his abs—I was completely lost in him.
He smirked. "Like what you see, Velvet?"
His hand slipped under my skirt, finding exactly what he was looking for.
"You're wet for me, Velvet," he whispered.
I shuddered. "Yeah…"
His touch made me gasp, a soft moan escaping my lips.
His movements were slow, deliberate—almost teasing—keeping me right on the edge.
It wasn't enough. I needed more.
"Let's go to the bed," I said breathlessly.
He pulled away, and I instantly felt the absence. Then he lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the bed.
My hands moved to his pants, feeling the tension beneath. I freed him, my breath catching as I looked up at him.
I didn't even have words.
Was he even human.