Page 85 of Tempt Me (Dark Odyssey 4)

What I see in his eyes is real.

“What would happen next?” he asks, breaking the trance.

What would I do next, or say next in the alternate world?

The question makes me forget who we are and where we are.

I play the game he created, and boldness takes over. As it does, I know what I’d do. I lean forward and brush my lips over his. It’s a taste, a mere brush of our lips, but it sends a slither of delight through me.

I want more. The taste makes me crave more, and I cup his face and slant my mouth right over his. When I do, he smooths his hand up my head, holding me to his lips. The notion awakens passion. My lips part from the raw ecstasy, and he takes advantage of that to sweep his hot, wet tongue into my mouth so it can tangle with mine.

He tastes different tonight. Different to the last time we kissed. He tastes like sex and passion rolled into one. Like something you want to relish and savor forever. The thought hits me hard, slamming into my soul, and that awakened feeling expands. It grows and grows, and I feel alive.

The kiss turns from hunger into greed in seconds. Greed consumes me and guides his movements.

He pulls away, and I feel his erection digging into my pussy. He moves me back a little in his lap so he can unzip his pants. I realize what he means to do then, and awareness comes back. I look around me. My gaze lands on the people having sex across from us.

Vincent turns my face back to him.

“It’s okay, don’t freak out.” He gives me a devilish grin as he takes out his cock. “Just look into my eyes.”

Look into his eyes?

Should I be doing that?

It’s always when I look into those magnetic eyes of his that I feel the control I have on my emotions slip away.

I do it though. I focus on him as he moves the thong aside and guides himself into me.

I shuffle over his cock and straddle him properly, gasping as he fills me up and starts moving inside me.

I moan as his movements speed up to a rhythm we both get drawn in. At that moment, I don’t even think about the fact that we’re having sex in public.

I don’t care about that. I just look into his eyes the way he looks into mine.

He gives me a wicked smile filled with temptation, tightens his hold on my ass, and starts fucking me.

The pull of an orgasm comes for me hard and sure with his relentless strokes, but the rawness with which he fucks me has me writhing against him too, worse than the other day.

This feels like we should be in a bedroom, but the fact that we’re fucking in a sex club, out in the open, drives me wild. I completely shock myself.

He likes it. The wildness in his eyes is accompanied by satisfaction as I move my hips against him, riding his cock as he pounds into me.

He holds me closer and leans into my ear to mutter, “That’s right, Bellezza, let go and give yourself to me.”

I do. That, however, was not something he had to tell me to do.

I was already doing it. Different to my offer.

This is different to giving myself to him that way.

At the same time… maybe it’s the same thing. Maybe this is the end result of that. The stimuli and the response.Cause and effect.

This could be the end result of the chain reaction I started when I offered myself to him.

What is happening now is, it feels like he’s taking more from me than just my body.

His lips return to mine, claiming and possessing me as he pounds harder and faster, fucking me so hard stars spark before my eyes when I close them as we kiss.

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