3. Breaking Free
1356 Words
Alma
I turned around to meet his beautiful eyes and without wasting a moment, he took me in his arms and husked in my ear, “Don’t go away.”
His deep baritone was too much for my semi-drunk brain and I let out a shameless moan in response. Noting my own reaction, I bit my lip and felt my cheeks burn hot. I was probably the same colour as a beetroot. But I was glad I was sober enough to feel ashamed.
He twined his fingers in my messy hair and leaned down to possess me with his skilled lips and magic tongue once again. After sucking, licking, and even nibbling my lips and tongue, he put enough distance between us to look at me.
“I can’t do it… I don’t know you,” I muttered, half-mortified.
I knew what he wanted because I wanted the same.
“I am Egan, what is your name?” he husked.
“Alma,” I replied almost absently, my gaze lost on him, as he licked his fleshy lips.
I was almost salivating. I had to stop drinking, it was all Niki’s fault! Okay, it wasn’t, but I liked to think so, if she wouldn’t always push me to have shots, I wouldn’t have done it to myself.
He crashed his lips on mine once again, I couldn’t push him away or resist, I was helpless and addicted to his hot and dominating caress. Hell, I wanted him as I’ve never wanted anyone before. Not even my ex-boyfriend, not even close.
This man, Egan, was something else!
“Let’s go back inside, Alma,” he said, as he took me by my hand.
It was then my drunk butt realised that I had only gone a few steps away from the club’s entrance. I was only walking in circles like a blind dog.
Egan took me inside the club once again and we headed to the bar. He ordered whiskey for himself and water for me, but as the barman placed the glass of water in front of me, I frowned. I was still feeling a mess and a failure. I still had to wash this crap feeling away with alcohol, it was not my night to drink water and be the calm and the almost restrained girl I used to be.
Tonight I wanted to break free from myself.
“This isn’t vodka,” I leaned closer, grumbling at him.
He chuckled for a moment before his expression went serious.
“You shouldn’t drink anymore, little one, otherwise you won’t know what you are doing. I want you awake, conscious to feel everything and scream my name,” he rasped, placing his hand on my clothed thigh.
I sucked in a breath and almost choked at his words.
Hell, I did need a shot now more than ever.
“Two shots of tequila, please,” I asked the bartender, reaching for my purse, and paying him. I looked on my side, I saw Egan’s scowl and almost chuckled.
I guess he wasn’t used to being challenged, he surely was some rich dude. But riches and those human things didn’t really matter for us witches.
Additionally, tonight was my night, and if I were to scream a stranger’s name as he put it, I needed more alcohol in my bloodstream.
I gulped the two shots one after the other and a wave of intoxicated forgetfulness washed over me. I didn’t want to think anymore. I didn’t want to remember that I was probably the weakest and most pathetic witch in history.
I just wanted to shut my thoughts, listen to the song, and feel his warmth.
“You shouldn’t have done it, Alma.” He shook his head.
“I am a big girl, you can’t tell me what I should do, Mr. Stranger,” I laughed at my own silliness.
His nostrils flared and he looked upset for a moment before his calm and controlled expression was back to his handsome face.
“I can’t sleep with a woman who doesn’t know what she is doing,” he muttered, looking thoughtful.
I jumped off the bench clumsily, and stood up pointing a finger at his chest, “I know what I am doing!” I exclaimed and he flashed me a look of amusement.
To prove my point, I pulled his head towards me and pressed my lips against his in a sloppy kiss. Soon, he took control and thrust his skilled tongue into my mouth, filling me with his delicious taste. He took me to the dance floor, I sweat a bit of my numbness in his arms, swirling my hips with his and feeling his hands traveling over my upper body. He spun me around and looked intently into my eyes.
“Come with me, Alma,” he huffed, “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
I chuckled at him, me neither! I wasn’t sure if I said anything or only thought the words. But I went with him and entered a black car.
Niki wouldn’t ever believe that boring little me was going so wild! Before that night, I had only done things with my ex, Oliver. Only twice, and it wasn’t great.
But Egan, the way he kissed me, set a fire inside me, a fire that ate me so freely, with no hesitancy or fear. An unrestrained desire empowered me to feel a bunch of new things I never knew before.
Egan placed me onto his lap, as someone drove the car.
As if I weighed nothing, he spun me and made me straddle his legs. I looked back and blushed furiously, the driver could surely see it!
Before I couldn’t even voice my discomfort, Egan took a small remote control in his hand and made a black barrier arise between us and his driver.
“Finally alone,” he rasped, running his hand through my spine and making me almost jump at the tingling sensation.
He smacked his lips on mine in another hot and possessive kiss, I freed myself from his grasp, panting for air, and looked at his now darker eyes, wanting to say something, to know more about him. But what do you tell someone who makes you feel even drunker than tequila?
“Are you from here?” I asked awkwardly.
“No, little red, I’m not,” he lowered his lips to the curve of my neck, making me throw my head back.
He grazed his teeth on my delicate skin. I didn’t know that a prick of pain could feel this delicious. The alcohol running through my veins carried the burning sensation that started on my neck, enticed by his teeth, to the rest of my body, straight to the place between my legs, lightning an inferno.
I was burning for him as never before, deliriously, as if I was once again held in my flaming dream.
But for the loss of me, he felt even more delirious than a dream.
Yes, I was only dreaming! That was why I was feeling like this, and since it was a dream, nothing could be wrong, I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I pressed my burning core against him and he groaned.
I felt his hardness against me and it only made me more lost, my eyes were closed, but I could only see fire, feel fire.
I kept rocking my hips against his as if I was dancing. Tangling flames overwhelming my senses and awakening a deep desire. His lips devoured my neck, his hands cupping the soft curve of my bosom.
I just knew that I didn’t want to wake up. I just wanted to let it burn
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