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“Why don’t we dance?” she offered. “Screw anyone who sees us.”

Without argument, he allowed her to lead him back into the room and gave into his longing to disappear with her in the crowd. Elena and Sofia watched them, and to his extreme relief, the sisters seemed to approve.

Chapter 7

Carmen

Amid the clamor of the Halloween party, Carmen felt Arccoo’s firm grasp encircle her wrist, an unspoken invitation etched in the gentle pressure of his touch. With a mix of anticipation and rebellious glee, she allowed him to guide her through the throng of masked revelers, each step taking them closer to the staircase that spiraled upward to the solitude of the antique-laden corridors of her inherited home.

The music from downstairs became a distant echo as they ascended, replaced by the sound of their synchronous heartbeats and the soft creaks of the old wooden steps under their weight. At the top, Carmen glanced back into the sea of disguised faces below. The anonymity of the partygoers starkly contrasted with the intimate connection she was about to forge.

Once secluded in the dimly lit hallway, Arccoo turned to face her. In the muted light filtering through the stained-glass windows, his violet eyes captured hers, shimmering with an intensity that seemed to reach beyond the spectrum of human sight. They conveyed words unsaid and promises unmade. Yet in that gaze, Carmen felt a truth that needed no verbal confirmation.

Her breath hitched as Arccoo’s hands found her waist, the coolness of his touch paradoxically igniting warmth where his fingers traced the contours of her frame. He pulled her to him with a tenderness that belied his towering form, enveloping her in an embrace that felt both protective and possessive.

His larger hand moved from her waist, up her back, sliding along her spine until it cupped the nape of her neck. He brought his lips to her ear and exhaled warm breath that tickled her skin as he whispered huskily. “You are so beautiful, Carmen.” She felt the vibration of his voice against her throat, sending shivers down her spine.

His other hand slid over the curve of her hip and around her lower back before moving upward again to rest just below her shoulder blades. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his strong fingers tracing the delicate arches of her shoulders.

Her heart fluttered under his touch, beating rapidly in anticipation as he took a step closer. Their bodies were aligned perfectly, chest to chest, their breaths mingled in intimate puffs of air as they stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity but could have only been a moment.

Without warning, Arccoo leaned in and pressed his warm lips to hers. The contact was soft yet fierce, a barely restrained passion that matched the energy surging between them. His tongue gently teased at her lips until she parted them willingly, allowing him entry into the depths of her mouth where he explored with gentle sweeps of his tongue against hers.

Lost in the sensation and caught up in an almost primal desire, Carmen’s hands found their way to his broad shoulders and pulled him closer, enveloping herself in his size.

Carmen closed her eyes, leaning into the solid wall of his chest and feeling the steady rhythm of his otherworldly heart against her own. The world around them faded until there was nothing but the magnetic pull between two beings from different realms, drawn together by a force as old as time and as reckless as love itself.

Carmen moaned as Arccoo’s tongue stroked hers, his erection pressed into her as he groaned into her mouth. A current surged through her. A jolt of electricity thrummed in her veins, cascading down to the very core of her being.

The kisses deepened, fervent and consuming, as if each one was both question and answer, the kind spoken in the silent languageof desire. Each brush of their mouths was a spark, igniting fires within them that they had only glimpsed before in fleeting dreams.

As the intensity of their connection increased, Carmen’s hands began a tentative exploration, tracing the contours of Arccoo’s broad shoulders before gliding across the smooth expanse of his chest.

His skin shimmered faintly in the dim light, an ethereal tapestry of luminescent gray that seemed to pulse with its own inner glow. The sensation beneath her fingertips was unlike anything she had ever touched. He was smooth yet firm, warm yet tinged with the coolness of the cold night sky from which he hailed.

She reveled in the novelty, her curiosity piqued and senses heightened. Every inch of him was a revelation, a mystery slowly unveiling itself under her delicate touch. This tactile journey over Arccoo’s alien form left her breathless, and she felt herself drawn closer to the enigma that was this man—no, this being—who had entered her life so unexpectedly. Yet he felt as familiar as if he were meant to be there all along.

She felt his fingers slide up her spine, tracing the line of her dress until they reached her bare skin. Goosebumps rose on her arms as he trailed kisses down them, his warm breath sending chills along her neck and shoulders. His other hand cupped the back of her head, drawing her face close to his, and their lips met in a tender kiss that ignited a fire within her.

Carmen’s pulse quickened, her breaths shallow and eager as the space between them diminished to nothing. The towering presence of Arccoo enveloped her, his height casting a gentle shadow that felt like an intimate caress against her skin. This moment, this precipice upon which she teetered, had been a fixture in her daydreams—the subject of countless whispered fantasies in the quiet solitude of her nights.

Carmen could feel her heart racing against his chest. She looked up at him through hooded lashes, feeling shy yet empowered by this stolen moment under the moonlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. His skin was as smooth as porcelain against hers. She traced patterns on it with her fingertips, marveling at how different they felt but also how right it all seemed. She leaned in again, needing more of his taste, needing more of him.

Her fingers laced behind his neck, surrendering to the yearning that had been building within her and allowing Arccoo to guide the rhythm of their closeness. She had imagined this surrender often, the thought of being claimed by him sparking a wild heat that danced along her nerves.

As Arccoo’s hands roamed with a hunger that matched her own, Carmen’s thoughts flickered momentarily to the unspoken question that lingered in the air. Her gaze drifted over his towering form, the powerful lines and sinew that hinted at a strength not entirely of this world.

Arccoo groaned deeply as he cupped her sex through the damp fabric of her panties, weighing and measuring her arousal with his fingertips. She gasped as one finger slipped inside her folds,feeling full despite its slightness compared to what she knew lay hidden beneath his pants.

A fluttering uncertainty took root deep in her belly. Could she accommodate the entirety of his desire? His six-foot-five stature was imposing, and she could not help but wonder if the size of his cock was as big as the rest of him.

Yet as doubt grazed the edges of her consciousness, the raw need that pulsed between them overshadowed her fears. Her hips began to move restlessly against his hand, seeking friction as his fingertip teased her entrance. She felt the warmth of his breath against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so wet for me, Carmen.”

His lips trailed down her jawline, kissing and nipping at her neck. Arccoo’s fingers danced underneath her panties, finding her clit and circling it expertly. She whimpered softly, moaning into the crook of his neck.

Carmen angled her hips upward, eager for more as he slipped another finger inside her. She gasped at the new sensation and arched her back, pushing herself even closer to him. Arccoo walked her backward into a vacant room, closing the door behind him while never breaking the kiss, his fingers still teasing along her clit.

Arccoo’s fingers found the rhythm of her body, plunging in and out of her wet heat as she ground herself against his touch. The sound of their combined moans filled the air, drowning out all other noises until it seemed they were the only ones alive in this world.

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