Forbidden Temptation
1043 Words
*Vincenzo*
She danced carefreely, completely lost in the music and herself. Little did she know just how unbelievably sexy she looked when she moved like that. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, standing in a shadowy corner. John approached me with a drink, but I declined it with a dismissive wave. I was already high, not from alcohol, but from the sheer intoxication of watching her.
This feeling was more potent than any drug in the world. I was content to watch her, to revel in the enchanting spectacle she created on the dance floor.
After some time, she made her way to me.
“Thank you, Vincenzo Leonardi, for making this night the best of my life,” she said as she looped her slender arms around my neck, leaning in and smiling at me.
“I can do anything for you, petal,” I vowed, but she giggled. Her sweet breath, mixed with vodka, rum, and more alcohol, brushed my face. She was utterly drunk.
Suddenly, she stood on her tiptoes and reached for my face. I was startled for a moment before I held her hips to stop her in place.
“What do you think you're doing, petal?” My voice turned breathless and throaty with desire, wanting to claim this gorgeous woman in my arms as mine in every way and mark her beautiful skin with my lips, if only she were not too drunk to realize what she was doing.
“I want to kiss you,” she whispered seductively, and I almost lost my steely self-control.
“You're drunk, petal,” I sighed, brushing her hair away from her beautiful face, my gaze fixed on her tempting lips, and I didn't know how long I could resist kissing her.
"No, I want to kiss you. Let me kiss you," she insisted desperately, pulling my face down to hers and eliciting a chuckle from me.
If she had demanded to kiss me like this while she was sober, I would have felt like the happiest man alive.
“Okay, baby, you can kiss me in the morning,” I proposed, trying to make peace.
“Why in the morning?” she pouted, causing me to brush my thumb over her plump lips.
She moaned, her breathing hitched. f**k, she was a sweet and dangerous temptation. I could have given my entire fortune, even my life, to kiss her right then and there, but I was afraid that if I kissed her, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from wanting more. And what if she woke up in the morning and regretted it?
“Petal, your favorite song is playing,” I reminded her, trying to distract her. Her eyes shifted to the DJ, and she took my hand, tugging me toward the pulsating dance floor.
I chuckled breathily as she insisted on me joining her. “Dance with me.”
But I shook my head, remaining rooted in place.
"Grumpy!" she muttered with annoyance before resuming dancing.
I sighed, my eyes never leaving her for a single moment. I could never get enough of the sight before me, my petal dancing for me.
After a while, her movements slowed down.
"Umm!" she moaned, her body slumping against my chest, her breath coming heavy and labored.
I wrapped my arms around her slim waist, preventing her from falling and securing her safely in my embrace.
"Are you tired, baby?" I whispered, my voice filled with tenderness, as I brushed some damp hair away from her cheeks, her face glistening with sweat.
"Hmmm!" she breathed out, leaning more into my arms.
A contented smile played on my lips as I savored this precious moment.
"If you're done dancing, can I take you home, sweetheart?" I inquired, my fingers caressing her bare arm. Her skin felt so soft and smooth, like the finest silk beneath my touch.
"Petal," I prompted again when her response remained elusive.
"Petal." I lowered my head, my eyes searching hers, only to find them closed. Her body had relaxed entirely in my arms.
She had passed out.
I let out a sigh as I carefully picked her up, cradling her in my arms. With slow, deliberate steps, I made my way to my waiting car. Placing her gently in the passenger seat, I secured the safety belt around her. Her arm slipped around my neck, pulling me closer unconsciously.
Fuck!
Her sweet breath, carrying her alluring scent, brushed against my face, a tempting whisper of warmth that made my heart race. My gaze fixated on her plump, red lips, slightly parted and so inviting. If I had kissed her while she was unconscious, she would have never known about it. But the fact was I could never take advantage of my petal. However, it took every ounce of my strength to resist the temptation of closing the distance and kissing her senselessly.
Swallowing hard, I gently removed her hand from my neck and forced myself to step away from my little enchantress. I rounded the car and took my place in the driver's seat, starting the ignition and beginning the journey to my apartment.
She remained sound asleep, oblivious to the turmoil swirling within me as I contemplated what it meant to have her alone in my bedroom.
Once we arrived, I carried her from the car to my apartment. Her weight felt so light in my arms as she leaned into my chest in her sleep. She slumbered peacefully, unaware of the inner conflict she had ignited within me. The center of my every fantasy was in my arms. Only I knew how difficult it was for me to not lose my self-control, knowing she was drunk and not in her senses.
Gently, I laid her down on my bed and tucked a warm blanket around her. A sense of tranquility washed over me as I watched her sleep. She was safe with me now, and I could also sleep peacefully knowing she was with me in my apartment. I stood there, staring at her beautiful face for a long minute.
Rest well, my little petal. But tomorrow morning you have to bear the consequences of being a very naughty girl.
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