Page 12 of Leather & Lace

I carefully make my way through the dancing crowd and up the thirty steps, trying not to stumble on my unsteady heels. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I followed the blacklight-lit hallway towards the direction I saw him saunter off in.

Gangstaby Kehlani, echoes through the vaulted hallway from downstairs sending me on a hyponastic trance. One foot in front of the other. I am a bit buzzed now, so as I walk, I let my hand glide along the cold firm wall to steady me from the dizziness inside my head.

Before making it to the end of the hallway, I see a door open on my left. Blood-red light is pouring out of it, making it look like the devil’s den. Taking a deep breath, I turn and enter the crimson room.

That’s when I see him...sitting at the edge of his massive, black, Alaskan king-size bed. Chains are attached to all four corners, lifting it off the ground. My eyes widen, taking in the sight. His room is all red.

Every wall is smeared in scarlet paint, except for the black velvet wall that sits behind his expensive floating bed. He’s shirtless; with just ripped jeans on. I try to catch my breath at the sight of it all.

The music fills his room all around me. His chest, neck and hands are covered in black ink. Even his muscular toned back. Two red roses sweep over his perfect chest. Roses, skulls and thorns climb up his hands to his neck. A large cross sits in the center of his sternum. A quote flows across his upper chest.

Rise And Raise Again.

I am speechless at the sight of him. This dark fallen angel. His head hangs low, letting his inky black hair fall into his eyes. His back muscles and tattoos glow in the ruby light.

Like a moth to the flame, I make my way towards him. My hands are shaking. I don’t even bother to shut the door behind me. His eyes look up slowly from the floor and fixate on mine. Pulling me closer to him with every beat of my unsteady heart. A yearning hidden deep within that beautiful gray storm.

There are no words exchanged. Just a primal emotion that takes over both him and I, as if this was always what was meant to be. This is what fate has in store for us. Damning both our souls with overwhelming lust. Our bodies are being brought together from all different time eras to meet once again. Wayward souls that can’t stop the binding force.

As I stand in front of him, he swiftly lifts his skeleton tattooed hands and rests them on my cool thighs. His touch is so warm. So dominating. His calloused hands create little goosebumps as he trails them up and down the sides of my quivering legs. I hear a quiet moan slip through his perfect full lips.

As if he was in pain. I can feel my breath quickening as he trails his pointer finger up towards the inside of my thigh. His breathing is getting heavier the closer he gets to my heatand soaked panties. Leaning towards me, he starts to plant little kisses and nips tearing at my nets with his teeth. His tongue glides down my inner thighs, working around the sides and up to my waist bone.

It’s a slow, steamy torture.

I don’t know what possesses me, but I lower myself onto his lap. Straddling each side of him. His hands trail up to my back to steady me, his fingers softly caressing my skin as he pulls off my sweater, revealing my lacy black bra.

I can hear his breath catch as he views it. A low, feral growl escapes his throat. Bringing me closer to him, he lowers his lips onto my flushed skin and licks my collarbone up to my neck, giving me little bites that have me letting out low moans.

He presses his lips on my lacy bra where my hardened nipple meets his warm, wet tongue through the material. I press my chest deeper into his mouth and arch my back as he gently starts to massage my breast, sucking and licking at my tit.

The intensity of our skin-to-skin contact has my entire body humming with excitement. He breaks from kissing my chest to meet my eyes once again. His pupils are dilated, making the once gray, now look darker than an angry ocean.

“Where have you been?” He says again, as if he is questioning the universe. His lust-filled eyes have me going over the edge. “It’s as if I fell into a deep sleep and found you there.” He slowly brushes my hair off my left shoulder, his fingers whispering across my neck like a gentle breeze.

“A cruel joke that this is a dream,” he says as he deepens his gaze into mine, lingering a second before he continues. “If it is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.” Before He has time to open his mouth again, I am filled with an all-consuming wave of pleasure, opening my mouth and devouring him.

My lips meet his in a deep, wet embrace. Our tongues collide, sending fireworks throughout my body. The movementbetween us is like a pulsing song, a perfect rhythm swallowing us both in the hypnotic melody.

His hands wrap into the back of my hair, gripping tightly, pushing our lips closer together to deepen the kiss. I instantly start to grind my heat on his bulging, aroused dick. It’s so long and firm under me. Tenting under his tight jeans, creating the perfect friction. A deep moan escapes his lips as I gently grind my body on his.

Before I know it, he flips me onto my back, laying me down on his bed. Crawling on top of me, he places his hand under my back and unclips my bra effortlessly. My breasts spring free.

The crimson hues from the room are turning my nipples a deep rose color that are already hard and waiting for his mouth to greedily suck again. Sitting up, he looks at me, gliding his eyes up and down my body, caressing my thighs with his fingertips. Taking me all in.

“You are so fucking perfect Brooklyn,” he says in a low growl. I moan from the contact sending shivers up and down my spine and the sound of my name leaving his trembling lips. Leaning down, he sucks one nipple into his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth, then letting his tongue stroke it in a soft wet motion. His tongue then tastes up slowly from my breast to my neck, then back to my parted mouth where we consume each other once again. The world blurs around me.

I move my hips up to meet his stiff, large cock that is begging to be released inside his pants. Waiting for him to physically take me. I can feel a little smile on his lips as if he knows exactly what I want.

This feels too good. I have completely let myself go. I want this man with every fiber of my quivering body. To own me. Consume me. His hands start to slide down my stomach to thetop of my shorts. I feel him undo my button and slip a finger under the top of my thong.

Breaking away from our kiss, he trails his tongue and lips down my stomach to kiss and nip at my hip bones. His licking and biting makes me burst out in a feral moan, the pain mixed with his warm tongue is nothing I have ever experienced. It’s as if I am being touched correctly for the very first time.

It is fucking nirvana. I can feel my wetness soaking the entirety of my fabric. It’s starting to run down my thighs. As if he can sense it, he takes his tongue and slowly licks the wetness up off my leg.

“Fuuuuck,” he says in a low growl. “You taste as good as you smell Brooklyn.” His name on my lips and vulgarity sends me over the edge.

“Please, Eli,” I say, thrusting my hips towards his mouth. He starts to pull down my shorts to meet my pulsating heat. Gently removing my shorts, he throws them on the ground, revealing my black lace thong. I’m panting in anticipation.

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