Liya's POV
I had no idea what was happening to me. But there was one thing I was certain of; I did not want it to stop.
As I pressed myself up against the stranger and felt his strong fingers graze over my skin, I let out a soft sigh and threw my head back. Heat like none I had ever known coursed through my veins, spreading over my skin down to my fingertips.
My core tightened with nerve wracking pleasure as he spanned my waist and leaned into me, whispering into my ears. "Wanna get out of here?"
My lips parted to blurt out a refusal, but I found myself nodding instead. My head spun as he pulled me away from the rowdy party and the disco lights, and dragged me up to a dimly lit room. I was too weak to notice anything else other than the bohemian aesthetic of the room and the queen size
