The beast in me grew hungrier each second that passed, urging me to make love to her. I held back, but I couldn't restrain my craft hand from having the fun of exploring.
My left hand and hers squeezed harder, I could tell she must have been feeling the same things that I felt.
My attention came to my right hand, which jumped to the two precious gifts that breast feed babies.
I hesitate not, caressing the creation of God. I liked its oval shape, I started with a light squeeze, the softness gave me other thoughts.
The tenderness I could not define. Her pleasure groans came out for the first time.
The Chauffeur looked behind and he matched my gaze. At this instance, I decided to confine everything I felt.
Fortunately, the vehicle came to a stop.
I gave thanks in my heart, we came out of the SUV sedan and we straight away went to check in, into a VIP suite.
in the same playful manner.
Closing the door she jumped on me, as if she knew that I could support her weight.
My hands were quick to rander her the support she needed.
She kissed me passionately, her hands hung around my neck. I cared not how many pounds of weight she exerted on me.
I started walking blindly, not because the room didn't have exceptional lights, but because it seldom had dim lights.
We were in a deep passionate kiss until my legs bumped into the bed.
I pulled away from the kiss, my eyes cross-examined the bed, the minute I returned to face her, she kissed me now even more voraciously.
I fell with her on the bed rolling yet we didn't break up, we maintained our yoke. We were entwined into each other and none wanted to let go.
Our bodies instructed us what to do next. We let go at the same time, we rose up, I began to undress her.
The black top came out and I threw it on the ground. I went for her top purple tight outfit, I roughly hauled.
"God."
I whispered, I could not hide my astonishment.
Her fiery eyes were following the rolling of my eyes over her breasts. I could not go to the bottom of her pants yet, I had to pause there.
My eyes soothed itself, well, that did not make the hungrier beast in me content.
Now the tiger urge in me led me to touch the two oval cylindrical breasts that demented my head.
I caressed them, when I had enough, seeing that her arouse had spiraled to the max. I switched to squeezing them. I acted like I had never seen these creations of God before.
Emma reached for my pants, she happened to be very fast and soon they were off.
Whatever my hands did to them, I could not get fulfilled. So my mouth rushed to suck them crazily, she groaned and made undefinable sounds.
"I need you now."
Her thirst, alluring deep voice came out.
She unbuttoned her pants, I helped to pull off her black tight Jean.
Her underwear was wet, I tore it apart, I had little patience to have it removed nicely.
My inside boiled with excessive passion that needed to be extinguished.
Soon I lost myself into her, we were both on fire and ready to quench our thirsty.
45 minutes later we lie naked on the bed uncovered, both breathing uncontrollably fast.
She found the strength to seat up.
"I'll go grab a drink. Want anything?" She asked, my voice casual, almost indifferent.
"No, but thanks for the good intent," I replied, her tone light yet tinged with something I couldn't quite place.
Emma crawled onto the bed, her movements fluid and feline. Moments later, she slipped off, her footsteps echoing softly as she strolled to the minibar in the hotel suite. I listened to the rhythm of my heartbeat, its tempo fluctuating in a way that felt oddly soothing. The suite's temperature wrapped around me like a cocoon, and I let myself sink deeper into the moment.
My gaze wandered to the chandelier above—a masterpiece of modern design. Its intricate details held me captive, each curve and sparkle a testament to human ingenuity. I'd seen many chandeliers in my time, but this one had a magnetic pull, an allure that was hard to explain.
The sharp sound of a bottle cracking on the floor jolted me out of my reverie. My muscles tensed instinctively.
"Is everything alright?" I asked lazily, unwilling to let my newfound tranquility slip away unless absolutely necessary.
"It's fine," she called back, her voice steady. "Just a glass slipping out of my hand. Are you sure you don't want a drink?"
"No," I replied, my tone firm yet distant. I was too engrossed in my imaginary world, a realm where reality felt like a distant echo.
Her footsteps grew louder as she returned, each step a reminder of her presence. My eyes remained closed, my mind soaring through fantastical landscapes. The bed shifted as she climbed back on, her movements deliberate. I felt her proximity, her presence enveloping me like a shadow. I ignored it, choosing instead to lose myself in the depths of my imagination.
Then, a sharp pain pierced my left lung. "Howl!" I screamed, the sound raw and primal as I instinctively rolled to my right, tumbling off the bed with a thud. My body reacted faster than my mind could process, adrenaline surging through my veins.
Emma stood there, her beauty now a haunting contrast to the weapon in her hand—a broken bottle, its jagged edges glinting menacingly. My mind raced, trying to reconcile the woman I'd just shared intimacy with and the assassin now poised to strike.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" I demanded, my voice a mix of anger and confusion.
Her response was another attack, her movements swift and calculated. She leaped onto the bed, her trajectory dangerously close to the chandelier. This time, her target was my head. I dodged to the right, creating as much distance as I could between us.
Her weapon—a professionally crafted bottleneck—gleamed with deadly intent. I couldn't help but admire the precision of her handiwork, even as I fought to survive.
"I am your worst nightmare," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "And probably the last face you'll ever see on this planet!"
Her words sent a chill down my spine. This was no ordinary attack; it was personal, fueled by a hatred I couldn't comprehend. She lunged at me with a speed that defied logic, her movements a blur of lethal grace.
I evaded her strikes, my instincts guiding me as I bled profusely from the wounds on my palm and lung. Each step I took felt like a battle against gravity, my body screaming for relief.
"Emma, stop!" I shouted, desperation creeping into my voice. "Why are you doing this?"
Her eyes burned with fury, her expression devoid of the warmth I'd seen earlier. "You don't deserve to know," she spat, her voice cold and unyielding.
I knew I couldn't keep dodging forever. My mind raced, searching for a way out. The chandelier caught my eye again, its beauty now a cruel irony in the chaos unfolding beneath it.
Emma lunged once more, her weapon aimed at my throat. I sidestepped, grabbing a nearby chair and hurling it in her direction. It wasn't much, but it bought me a precious few seconds.
"You think you can escape me?" she taunted, her voice echoing in the suite. "You're nothing but a coward!"
Her words stung, but I couldn't let them distract me. I spotted the minibar, its contents scattered from her earlier mishap. Among the debris was a bottle of whiskey, its weight promising a makeshift weapon.
I grabbed it, the glass cool against my bloodied palm. Emma charged at me, her movements relentless. I swung the bottle with all my strength, the impact sending her staggering backward.
She recovered quickly, her eyes narrowing as she prepared for another attack. But I was ready. This time, I wouldn't just defend—I would fight.