HEAVEN HELP, I DIDN'T SEE.
THE DEVIL IN YOUR EYES.

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"I can't stop thinking about last night."

Me neither.

Austin's eyes are like weapons, aiming for the creasing space between my eyebrows. I feel something brewing in my stomach. Something boiling. The flood.

He reaches over the counter to stop my hands rummaging through my bag, and instead holds my wrists tightly. "Ottie," he whispers, "do you remember?"

(LAST NIGHT)

"I wanna have you, Ottie. Right now." Austin's hands are like weapons. His nails dig into my waist. Knives, slicing through flesh without aim. Careless, but more than that, reckless. I could start forest fires with the heat leaking through my pores. He drains every single bit of shiver in me, to the point of exploitation.

My mind is hazy, and the floor seems to sweep from under my feet. Weak knees make me tumble forward, ans my arms wrap themselves around his neck. Austin doesn't stand up, but doesn't let me sit either.

He hums and reaches for the buttons on my shirt. Greedy, and impatiently, he scorns when the buttons just don't seem to come apart, so he pulls from either side of the fabric to rip the top instead.

I gasp. He closes his thighs on either side of my legs tightly, while franctically peeling the shirt off my upper body. I help him with jittering hands, and fingers.

Until I'm standing in front of him in my lace bra. His lids closed only halfway, Austin sucks air through gritted teeth and licks his lips. "Lord, Ottie." He breathes, "Look at you- mmhph."

And without even finishing his words, his hands pull me down by my waist, and his lips find my collarbones in a matter of seconds. My legs can't take it anymore, so much for leaning down as Austin devours me, so I scrunch my skirt up and angle my knee over his thigh.

Austin loosens his legs, letting me straddle his lap while still engulfed in my neck. I'm on fire, and nothing will be able to stop it. Not even the flood rising inside of stomach.

He moans against the skin under my ear, and I feel a sharp pain in that exact spot. He digs his teeth into it, without a care, and soothes it with his tongue.

"God." His hot breaths hit my skin, over and over, defrosting my frozen state. How does he ice me, while simultaneously lighting me on fire? "You taste-"

Austin doesn't finish any sentence he starts, because he keeps finding a new spot around my collarbones to suck on. His hands squeeze and grope my waist, hips, and even lower. The side of my thighs jitter once his fingers reach them as well. Unknowingly, my fingers tangle in his dirty blonde hair. My head falls back, and my eyes shut tightly. The only sounds I'm able to make are the incoherent moans that leave my mouth along with copious amounts of breath at once. The atmosphere is thick.

Nothing around us is refreshing, or light, but everything is new. These sloppy kisses that are starting to travel to the top of my breasts. They're new.

"Mmmmhh." Austin's moans are like little whines. Like he's hungry for more. Eager to go further, but something seems to stop him. "Can I?" He asks, opening his eyes for a split second to get permission from me.

Permission to unhook my bra.

My lips press into a thin line inorder to supress the moan that was close to spilling out my mouth. Then before I can think about it, my head nods itself quickly.

Austin grunts and roughly sneaks one hand around me to unhook my bra in less than a second. My heartbeat quickens. For some reason or another, that swift skill gives me tingles in places I'm grinding.

The more I roll my hips, the more poingnantly I can feel Austin's bulge growing under me. His groans get louder with each second he gets closer to seeing my bare tits.

When he pulls the bra off of me, throwing it into a corner in the blink of an eye, time stops for a second.

So does Austin.

His foxy eyes stare at my bare breasts through his fluttering lashes, and I get an urge to cover them up. Just when my arms lift, Austin holds them down.

"Wow." Is all he breathes out, shaking his head in awe, before he looks up into my eyes, and he knows what I want. He perches his palms against my back and presses my chest closer to his face. His mouth opens rapaciously, and closes around my left nipple as fast.

My mouth opens to let out that same moan I surpressed. As my left hand squeezes his right shoulder, boring my not-so long nails through his black shirt, my right hand continues to pull on his hair.

He winces with a smile around my nipple, "Keep pullin'." He says, and his teeth graze the sensitive area, "I like it, sweetheart."

"Austin." I whisper breathfully, not really because I have anything to say, but for the sake of moaning his name.

His tongue plays with the tip of my nipple. Vibrations thrilling through with each lustful hum he does. Then he licks it one last time before his mouth closes around my right nipple. "Mmmhphhhh."

I bite on my bottom lip, "Oh my god!" Whimpering and wailing at everything happening all at once.

"That's right baby." his lips pucker to moistly suck my nipple further past his teeth, and with words muffled behind my skin and his busy mouth, "I am your god."

I cry out little whines.

Austin's large hands everywhere.

Austin's lips around my nipple.

Austin's throbbing bulge under me.

I remember our location. Andromeda Hotel reception, but can't get myself to care enough. I wouldn't stop even if the world was on fire. In this moment, planet earth doesn't exist, and the universe is a hoax for me.

All I believe in is Austin Butler.

He groans, and I sense the frustration. His hands want to touch more, but only have the same places to go to. He wants more to feel... more to see.

So Austin's hand move to grab my thighs, and he stands up while carrying me to the employee's room.

All the while, his eyes open again, this time to look into mine with lust and passion. The flood finally leaks. It rips the walls of my stomach and finds a way down to my underwear. "We can do what we want in here." He winks and turns the doorknob.

My heart skips a beat.

There's a boiling river that streams between my legs.

Austin shuts the door and immediately slams me against it. His lips then find my neck again. I whimper against his touch. His hands hold me up, while I'm struggling to even keep my arms steadily around his neck. Austin pushes his face further against my neck. My head hits the door behind me, giving him more space to bite and lick.

"Do you like this?" He whispers between loud kisses, breathing heavily through his nose, inhaling me as a whole.

I nod, whining.

I feel his smirk against the top of my breasts, "Hm?"

I nod again, but it isn't enough for him.

"I'd like to hear you say it, darling." He whispers and sets a long line of saliva from my left nipple, all the way up to right under my chin.

"I like it." I exclaim in agony, and his lips finally meet mine.

His mouth opens to take my bottom lip between his teeth. His tongue enters my mouth, exchanging his saliva with mine. All I hear is the wet smacks our tongues make while engulfed in our sexual desires.

My body won't cooperate. I go wherever Austin takes me, which in this instance is the table. He sits be beside the coffee machine and holds my waist.

A brief second, just for a brief second, Austin stops everything he's doing to look me in my eyes. Deeply. Our heavy breathing collide, and the air fills with the heat rising from our goosebump covered skin.

You can smell our libido.

"Ottie, you look-" he shakes his head in awe and steps closer. My thighs spread to welcome him in between. And while he stands, towering over me, with his forehead pressed against mine, "incredible." He whispers.

My shoulders shiver. I try to cover my bare breasts, and hard nipples but Austin doesn't let me. He holds my wrists again. I look down in embarrassement.

Austin's pointer finger and thumb caress my chin and lift my head to look at him when I refuse to do so.

He clicks his tongue, gunning gorgeous glances at me, and shoots a playful wink. I know he's aware of what he's doing to me.

"We both know you want me, Ottie.-

His hands slowly move to the hem of my skirt to lift it past my thighs. Throaty grunts being made in the process of me lifting my ass to help him.

Austin then sneaks his long fingers around the back of my knees, and lifts my legs to perch my feet on top of the desk. Exposing the lace underwear that matches the bra on the floor. It's soaking wet, and I feel a rush of shame rise to my head. I turn red, and feel my face heat up. The slow drag of his eyes, from my throbbing pussy, all the way to my eyes makes me forget how to breathe.

He bites on his bottom lip, admiring me like I'm a painting at the Louvre.

One last thing Austin does before completing his sentence, while making me wait through an agonizingly long session of eye contact, is he brings his pointer and middle finger to his mouth to wet them with saliva.

-you can't resist me."

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(TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 10.)