Mature content ahead.

❥ SARAH ❥

He was the devil.

He had to be as I finally looked at him properly.

His hair was a mess, strands falling over his forehead, and his lips—god, his lips were swollen, red, calling my name with every teasing kiss. He looked so fucking sexy, his breath ragged, his green eyes darkened with a hunger that only made me want him more.

"So what will it be, darling?" he whispered against my lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

His lips barely touched mine, just a brush, a tease, as he asked the question. A question that in any other moment, with any other man, I would’ve shoved away. But not now. Not with him.

“Come on, Chris,” I whimpered, my voice laced with desperation I wasn’t used to feeling. I was never the type to beg for a man—never. But this man? He broke all the rules I’d stood by for years.

His grin was slow, almost wicked, as he traced his finger along my jaw, his touch featherlight but enough to make my body burn.

“Just want permission before you claim I took advantage the next day.” His voice was a dark taunt, reminding me of my own words from weeks ago, when I’d tried to push him away, tried to hold onto some control.

I should’ve rolled my eyes. I should’ve fought back. But instead, my head fell back against the wall, my body arching into him as his hand slid between my thighs, massaging my core over the thin fabric of my lingerie.

"Fuck," The friction sent jolts of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t think anymore. All I could feel was him.

I could blame the wine tomorrow but now—right now, I want him inside me, fucking all the problems out of me.

“Please, Chris.” I barely recognized my own voice—it was breathy, broken. He’d won. He knew it, and I knew it.

“Please what?” he asked, his smirk infuriatingly cocky as his fingers teased the edge of my panties, just enough to drive me mad. His tongue flicked out, grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, and I gasped, my hips rising involuntarily, begging for more.

“Go... go faster.” My words came out in a rush, ignoring the smirk of pride on his face. I didn’t care. I needed him. Now.

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin as he licked a slow path up my neck.

“Now, that’s a good girl.” His voice was a purr, and I knew I was completely, utterly fucked.

My body was on fire, every nerve ending lighting up under his touch. His fingers slipped beneath my panties, finally pressing where I needed him most, and I almost cried out. He didn’t slow down. His fingers moved with purpose, drawing pleasure from me in ways that had me clutching his shoulders, trying to hold onto something, anything, as he worked me to the edge.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, my body trembling as he thrust his fingers deeper, faster, exactly what I had begged for. "Oh... fuck...Chris, keep going."

My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling as I felt the coil inside me tightening, ready to snap at any second.

And then he stopped. Again.

“Fuck, Chris,” I gasped, my frustration spilling out in a broken whisper. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, but it wasn’t enough. “I’ll just—just release myself if you keep doing this.”

His low chuckle was pure sin, and his dimples—those fucking dimples—mocked me as his gaze met mine, full of mischief and lust. “I think it’s time you gave your word,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark promises. He pulled his fingers away, and I groaned at the loss, my body aching for his touch, for more. “I’ll touch you, Sarah—touch you in ways you’ll never forget—but it won’t be here.”

“Just touch me now,” I begged, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I was too far gone, too lost in the heat of the moment to care about anything else.

He shook his head slowly, his grin widening. “Our first time,” he repeated, his voice firm, “will never be here.”

Our first time. The way he said it made my heart race. It wasn’t just about the physical—there was something deeper, something possessive in the way he claimed me. And it scared me, but god, I wanted it.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing mine, so soft it made me shiver. “I want you, Sarah. I need…” His whisper was barely audible, but the weight of his words hit me hard. His fingers traced my swollen lips before he kissed me again—slowly this time, but rough, possessive, as though hhe was branding me with every touch.

"I need you…”

He kissed me again, slower this time, but rough enough to leave my lips bruised. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze smoldering. “I need your lips on my cock, Sarah. I don’t think I can control my patience anymore.”

I gulped hard as his words sent a shockwave of heat through me, and before I knew what I was doing, I dropped to my knees, the cold floor of the restroom forgotten as I looked up at him. His breath hitched, and the raw need in his eyes ignited something in me. I wanted to please him, to make him feel just as desperate as I was.

My hands found his waistband, and I tugged it down, freeing him.

Fuck. he was big.

I already knew that but seeing it all out here—long, thick and hard, the veins popping out from it made my mouth dry.

I didn’t waste any time, wrapping my hand around him. My hand felt so small around.

I gave a little press making his head fall back slightly as I leaned forward, pressing a slow kiss to the tip before slowing taking him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Sarah…” he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair as I moved, taking him deeper. The sound of his voice, the way he trembled under my touch, only made me go forward. I wanted him undone, wanted to be the reason he lost control.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice deep and strained. “You’re taking me so deep, Sarah.” His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me but not forcing, just enough to show how much he was holding back. His words slithered through my mind, burning like molten heat. I’d never heard anything like this before, not from the men I had flings with. They were just bodies and sounds. But this? This was something else. Something raw.

"Can I thrust a little into your mouth?"

His question wasn’t really a question, more like a need he couldn’t contain anymore. His voice was hoarse, his control slipping, and I could feel the way his muscles tensed, the way his body wanted more. He wanted me.

I didn’t answer—I couldn’t. I just went deeper, letting him fill my mouth completely, wanting to feel every inch of him, to take whatever he was willing to give. The sounds he made, the way his hips barely moved against me, it was like he was on the edge of breaking. And I wanted to be the one to break him.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his words raw with desire. “I could get a fucking picture of how you look… like a goddess.”

His words sent a tremor through me, but it wasn’t just his words. It was the way he said them, like he meant every syllable, like I was the only one who had ever made him feel like this. I didn’t know how to feel. No man had ever spoken to me this way, made me feel this wanted. This... important.

My heart pounded, my head spinning as I took him deeper still, my lips sliding over him, tasting him, wanting more of his reaction, more of that praise that lit something wild in me.

“Uh... Sarah,” he groaned, his voice unsteady now, barely holding on. “I’m getting close.” He bit his lip hard, staring down at me, his gaze intense, filled with vulnerability that made my heart ache and my body melt. I could feel it—the way he was losing himself to me, how close he was to giving in completely.

I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I moved faster, and his grip in my hair tightened. He was close—I could feel it. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, his body tense with need.

I looked up at him through my lashes, and when our eyes met, something shifted. His control snapped. He thrust into my mouth, his movements more urgent, more desperate. The taste of him, the feel of him—everything was overwhelming.

I never thought I could make someone feel like this. His control, his power—it was slipping, and for once, I felt like I had the upper hand. But it wasn’t about power. Not anymore. It was about this—this connection, this unspoken need between us.

His breath hitched, his body tightening, but then, just as he was on the verge of release, "Sarah…”

He growled, his voice barely a whisper as he looked down at me, his eyes filled with so much desire it made my pulse race. “Fuck, I can’t—”

He pulled me away.

Before I could even process the loss, his lips crashed into mine, kissing me with a desperation that left me breathless.

The taste of him lingered between us, mixing with the heat of our kiss. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and I wanted more. His lips moved with an urgency that matched the wild thudding of my heart, and I found myself lost in him, completely consumed by the moment.

He pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, both of us gasping for air. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice ragged and full of heat. “I could do this all night, Sarah. You have no idea what you do to me.”

My chest tightened at his words, the honesty in them. No games, no pretense—just raw, unfiltered need. And god, I wanted him to keep going, to never stop.

But then reality just had to slap back.

The knock on the restroom door snapped me back to reality. My breath hitched as I realized what I’d just done. Public restroom, his lips on mine moments ago, and now…

"Come on, open the door," a woman’s voice echoed through the hollow space, knocking twice. Chris shifted back slightly, just enough to glance toward the door, but his focus returned to me almost immediately.

"Ignore her," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. “Look at me.”

As if I ever looked anywhere else but at him. He was all I saw, all I wanted in that heated moment.

"Do you want this? At least for tonight?" His eyes were dead serious, no smirk, no games. Just raw, unapologetic desire. "Because I want this, Sarah. So, do you?"

My heart pounded, the weight of his question sinking into me. He was like forbidden fruit, the apple I wasn’t supposed to consume, but here he was, offering himself without hesitation. How could I say no?

“Yes,” I breathed out, barely recognizing my own voice. “I want this.”

His lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile before he kissed my chin softly, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Let’s go home, love.”

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The car ride was thick with silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was heavy, charged with everything we weren’t saying. His hand rested possessively on my thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin, a silent reminder of what we both knew was coming.

This is a one-night stand with a client I have to see tomorrow.

It sounded so messed up, yet there I was, sitting beside him, feeling every inch of his touch like it was electrifying my skin.

“Don’t think about anything.” His voice cut through the tension, firm but soft, like he could read my thoughts. I glanced at him. His focus was entirely on the road, the car moving faster than it should, but he didn’t seem to care. He wanted to get back before my brain caught up to my body, before I could stop this.

“I’m not,” I said, though I was about to. But I didn’t want to think, not now.

“Good.”

The car pulled up to the castle, a guard stepping forward to open the door. “Thank you,” I mumbled, still processing the whirlwind of emotions.

Chris didn’t speak as he walked over to me, took my hand, and led me inside. His grip was firm, grounding, pulling me deeper into the night with him.

As we neared the hallway leading to his bedroom, I suddenly stopped, my heart racing.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, turning to me, his brows furrowed. “Are you having second thoughts—”

“No, I’m not,” I interrupted, though my voice betrayed me, shaky and uncertain. “It’s just…” How could I explain? How could I tell him I didn’t want to be like all the other women who had been in his bed? Something inside me wouldn’t let me go there. I didn’t understand it myself.

He looked at me, really looked, like he was trying to read something deeper. “Okay, then. Your room.”

Relief washed over me when he agreed without a fight, my heart feeling just a little lighter.

He led me to my room where a guard stood stationed at the door. I tensed up again, wondering if he’d stay there all night, wondering if he’d hear everything.

"I don’t want any guards at this area tonight," Chris ordered, his voice deep and authoritative. "And no one around this part of the premises."

The guard nodded, disappearing into the shadows.

“That was hot,” I muttered under my breath.

Chris didn’t miss a beat, his eyes darkening as he pushed open the door, stepping inside with a smirk that made my stomach flip.

“That was hot?” His voice was raspy, laced with desire as he pressed me up against the nearest wall, his lips crashing into mine before I could even respond. He kissed me hard, with a hunger that stole the breath from my lungs, his hands lifting me effortlessly.

His lips hovered over mine, his breath hot against my skin. "I’m about to show you how hot i can really be," he whispered, his voice dripping with promises I knew he’d keep.

Fuck. Me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him closer. His hands gripped my hips, holding me up against the wall as he kissed me with a ferocity that set my whole body on fire. Each kiss was rough, demanding, like he was claiming every part of me.

“You feel so good, Sarah,” he groaned against my lips, his teeth grazing my neck. "I can wait to be inside you, love."

His words made my head spin, every syllable sinking into me like a drug I couldn’t resist. I moaned softly, my body arching into his, begging for more. He didn’t hesitate, his hips grinding against mine, his lips traveling down to my collarbone, biting softly as he went.

I bit my lip, feeling the heat rise in me at his words. No one had ever talked to me like this, made me feel like this. I didn’t know how to handle it, didn’t know what to do except give in, let him take control.

""Come on, don’t stay quiet," Chris growled, his hips thrusting rougher, the force making my eyes roll back. "I want to hear you screaming my name all through this night. And if you're worried about Alex, she doesn’t stay in the palace."

His words pulled a whimper from me, but I could barely speak, my voice trembling as I felt him pressing harder against me, the ache between my legs becoming unbearable. "Uh... Chris," I managed to whisper, my body on the edge, my mind completely lost in the feeling of him. "I’m getting..."

"Hold that thought, love." His tone was commanding as he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bed. My body hit the cold blankets, the contrast sending shivers up my spine, but all I could focus on was him—those heated, predatory eyes fixed on me, watching me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world.

"You're not coming until I say so," he warned, his voice dark with promise.

I barely registered his words because my attention was locked on the way he began undressing, each slow movement a kind of torture. He took his time, unbuttoning his suit jacket, his shirt, each button revealing more of his skin. It was infuriatingly slow, deliberate, and it made my chest tighten with impatience, my body screaming for him.

But when the shirt finally came off, my breath caught. God, he was beautiful. Not just in the superficial way I'd seen in other men, not just because he was sculpted and strong. There was something primal about him, the way he carried himself, the raw masculinity he exuded. He was dangerous, and it drew me in like nothing else.

"Like what you see, Sarah?" He leaned toward me, that stupid smirk playing on his lips, knowing damn well the effect he had on me.

"You know I do," I breathed, my voice hoarse with need.

He chuckled softly, his smirk fading into something more serious. "Take off your clothes, honey. I want to make this night last."

The desperation in my body made me tear off my gown faster than I thought possible. His fingers found the clasp of my bra, unbuttoning it with a swift motion, and when my breasts spilled free, I moaned at the sensation of the cool air against my heated skin. My nipples were hard, aching for his touch, and I could barely stand it.

“Fuck, they’re so pink.” His voice was a low growl as he leaned down and licked my right nipple, his tongue hot and slow, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

"Ah... fuck," I moaned, my head falling back as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

He grinned against my skin, his tongue circling my nipple again, his fingers teasing the other, and I couldn’t stop my hips from moving, grinding against him, desperate for more.

"Please, Chris, just fuck me," I begged, my voice raw and shameless. I didn’t care how desperate I sounded—I needed him inside me, right now.

He lifted his head, his eyes locking on mine as he gave my nipple one last hard lick before pulling back, his gaze full of control. "Not yet, Sarah. I need our first time to be perfect. I want it to leave you wanting more, needing more."

A frustrated moan escaped me as he moved lower, his lips trailing kisses down my stomach, slow and deliberate. Each touch, each kiss, sent fire racing through my veins. I arched my back, my body begging for more, for him to stop teasing, but he was breaking me, unraveling me slowly, making me crave him in ways I never had before.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked suddenly, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin just above my hips.

"W–What?" I gasped, completely thrown off by the question. How the hell could he be asking me something like that right now?

He smirked, a devilish gleam in his eyes. "What’s your favorite color, or I’ll stop."

I could hear the warning in his voice, but I knew he was bluffing. I could feel him, the hard length of him pressing against me, the way his body was trembling with restraint. He wasn’t going to stop. He wanted this as much as I did.

"I’m staring at it," I whispered, the words slipping from my mouth before I could stop them. My eyes raked over his body, from the sharp lines of his jaw to the chiseled muscles of his chest and arms, down to the dark, dangerous intensity in his eyes. "I’m staring at my favorite color right now."

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at me, his eyes darkening even further, his body tense like he was barely holding himself back.

"Umm," I cleared my throat, feeling nervous all of a sudden. "What's your favorite color?" I asked, trying to break the tension. I needed to distract him so he could stop teasing and go back to touching me, making me forget everything else.

He smiled warmly, but his movements slowed as he leaned closer. There was tenderness in his gaze, something almost intimate that made my chest tighten.

If I wasn't so caught up in the moment,  I might have looked away, but I couldn’t. I was lost In him, in the way he seemed to consume me with just a look.

"Try guessing," he whispered, his lips brushing against my skin as his fingers continued their slow, torturous journey over body then he looked right into my eyes, "I'm staring at it too."

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AHSHUSNSNSJ SJSJDH

WHO CREATED THIS MAN!!!😭😭😭

HE'S DRIVING ME NUTS!!!

I CAN'T TAKE THIS.

HOPE YOU LOVED IT CAUSED THERE’S HELLA MORE COMING NEXT.

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