Chapter 1

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She was at her fifth drink, with her 3rd cigarette of the night in her hand. Her lungs were probably saying a prayer but for some reason she would say 'God doesn't want me gone, not yet" '. She stared at the dark good looking man in front of her, he had paid for 4 of her drinks, probably thinking that by now she'd be tipsy enough for him to take advantage of her. But she wasn't much for the dramatics, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being totally or absolutely in control. This night, she stared him dead in the eye, barely paying attention to his casual conversation. She knew what she wanted with him, she wasn't going to look like what most girls in the club looked like around her, a stupid mess. Another shot glass was placed in front of him and her. She took a puff of her cigarette and blew, the very familiar feeling still doing the same thing as always to her, just that feeling of satisfaction and comfort she would say. She grabbed the full shot glass off the table barely looking at it and downing it in a brief second. The familiar burn giving her the same thing, comfort. "Can we go to a place more....", she said with a smirk plastered on her face. The drinks were good but she wanted something stronger and maybe he could deliver. "More intimate", she said quenching her cigarette and already standing to her feet. He followed her movements in total admiration, her long perfect strides out of the bar, like she hadn't just downed 6 shots of vodkas. She already had a room, she knew exactly what she wanted. See it was her normal routine on a Sunday night. Getting to her room, she unlocked the door and he only followed behind. Caleb had never really encountered someone like her. Someone so confident, so strong. That night as cliche as it would sound, he spotted her as she walked in the club of the hotel. She was alone, unlike other girls that would walk in clicks and march in giggling or smiling. She wore a straight face, she wasn't thrilled by the atmosphere, she wasn't here for someone, more so it seemed more like she was here for herself. She walked straight down to an empty booth when she came in. Crossing her perfectly sculpted beautiful legs. He could not get his eyes off her then. Neither could he take his off her now that he had gotten into a room with her. He watched her intensively, not looking away for even a second. She turned around on her heals, now facing him. Like she was taking in the sight of him, she looked at him, from his head to his toe, analyzing, trying to figure out what she'd like first. She took short slow steps towards him, giving him a nicer view at each step she took. Her body was perfect and the dress that clung on her body did nothing but favours to her. Though he'd be more than happy to see her without it. She stopped, when she was barely inches away from him. Their eyes never drifting from each other's stare. She took her hand up to his first button. She could feel the warmth of his body already. He grabbed her hands tightly, pulling her to him, leaving no space for them. One hand holding both her hands together, chaining her to that position. His other hand finding it's way to her waist. Both of their heart rate racing at the increasing hunger they had for each other. He pulled her in even closer, if tht were even possible, pulling his head so he could feel her lips with his. Their lips clashed, they couldn't have enjoyed anything as much as this the whole night. They both couldn't pull back, they didn't want to, he deepened it even more, as if wanting to suck out the only remaining breath she had first. They pulled away from each other trying to catch their breath, though all they wanted to do was devour each other, be each other's comfort. Shut out everything else, they needed each other's touch and they needed it now. He pulled her in again, without any hesitation, hunger burning between both of them as they were filled with the fire of want. Both trying to gain dominance and not backing down at any time. She allowed her hand to travel down his already hard package. She smiled as she gained a groan out of him, allow her the opportunity to dominate him with her tongue. She lead him backwards, with intention to devour him on the bed behind him. His leg hit the edge of the bed and only them did he realize what had happened, she had gotten what she wanted, dominance, but he wouldn't go down without a fight no matter how good it would feel, he wanted to prove himself worthy. He pulled away with almost everything he had in him. A big smirk plastered on her face as he stared her down. He couldn't resist her, thoughts of all the things he would like to do to her, all the positions he'd like to put her in. She bit her lower lip only to tease him. All he thought of now was that lip rapped around his piece making him go crazy. He didn't realize but he was already being led to the bed, and with just a little push he already found himself laying on the bed. Her wide smirk only made him want her more. She stood there, allowing him to take a very good look at her, at her beautiful curves, at her perfect breast. She reached for her zip, undoing it slowly, to make him aware of what she was doing. The zip was undone now, he knew that. She pulled down the dress leaving her in only a beautiful laced bra and thong panties. Her body was on full display now, the only thing that were left for the imagination was what he graved. She was a goddess.
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