The club is filled with energy, I was scared. I cant forget what I'd seen from 1st day to now in Edinburgh. I thought whole Edinburgh filled with a lot of mysteries. And people who said vampire were existed, I think they still exist. Celia enjoying freely, she is shy but in madness of beer she dancing and keep drinking. She asked me for dance but I denied. I was drinking and I'm drunk. I saw,  A boy with mysterious personality, charismatic face, piercy blue eyes come to me. His jawline paying my attaintion, his sharp cheekbones and masculine sexier personality, with black shirt and pant. Oh my gosh I felt like, he is my finctional man. After drinking I'm become the extroverted girl that everyone wants.

A strong hand lightly brushed against the curve of my waist, firm but teasing. I turned my head, and my breath caught without any hesitation and anxiety. He stood there, a devilish grin tugging at his lips, his blue eyes locked onto mine as if nothing else in the room existed. His presence was magnetic, pulling me closer without a single word.

“You looked like you needed a partner,” he said, his voice low and smooth, almost drowned by the music but somehow still reaching me. I wanna denied but every inch of my body saying it's just one night stand.

I smirked, a thrill shooting up my spine. “Think you can keep up?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped in, closing the space between us, his body moving perfectly in time with mine. His hands found my hips, guiding me with a confidence that made my heart race, body goosebumps.

Our movements were fluid, a game of give and take. His body pressed closer, and I could feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of my dress. Every brush of his hand against my skin sent shivers through me.

His hand slid up my back, fingers grazing the exposed skin at the base of my neck. I tilted my head slightly, letting him take the lead. My hands found their way to his chest, firm and warm under my fingertips. I let them linger there, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat matching the music—or maybe it was matching mine.

“You’re full of surprises,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding bass.

“So are you,” he murmured, leaning closer. His lips hovered near my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “But I’ll let you show me.”

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes smoldering with a mix of challenge and desire. Without breaking eye contact, he trailed his fingers down my arm, capturing my hand. Slowly, deliberately, he brought my fingers to his lips, brushing a featherlight kiss across them before guiding them toward his mouth. He keeps touching his dick to my vagina. I was really magnificent I felt it first time in my whole life.

My breath hitched as he gently pressed one of my fingers to his lips, his gaze never wavering. The sensation was electric, sending a spark straight through me. I start brushing my hand on his back.

His other hand slid lower, resting just above the curve of my hip, firm yet teasing. I felt his touch graze the small of my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. I closed my eyes and biting my lower lip.

"You feel that?" he asked, his voice like a velvet caress. "This energy? It's yours."

I swallowed hard, my head spinning. "Maybe it's both of ours."

His grin widened, his hand sliding lower, brushing over the curve of my booty just enough to make my pulse spike. The boldness of the move sent a thrill through me, but it wasn't crude-it was confident, deliberate, a silent question that I answered by leaning into him. My fingers tightened against his chest, his muscles flexing under my touch. The tension between us was electric, the air charged with something raw and unspoken.I didn't know his name, and in that moment, I didn't care. All that mattered was the fire between us, the music driving our bodies, and the way he made me feel alive, untouchable, and utterly consumed.

He was tasing me by going to kiss me and back, going to kiss me and back. I cant control it, I hold his dick, which was really hard and hot and he looked into my eyes I got closer and kissed on his lips. The first kiss was really hot, a hotness I never felt. He brush his hand over my boobs. While kissing we left to upstairs.

The room was dimly lit, the bass from the party downstairs thumping faintly through the walls. My heart raced, and my breath came in shallow bursts as we stumbled inside, our hands all over each other, clumsy yet deliberate.

He kicked the door shut with his foot, his lips crashing into mine in a frenzy of heat and desire. I barely registered the sound of the latch clicking, too focused on the way his hands roamed my body, sending jolts of fire through me.

"You’re trouble," I managed to breathe out between kisses, my voice shaky but teasing. I takeoff his tie. I'm dangerously drunk.

"Then you must love trouble," he replied with a smirk, his voice dripping with confidence. He was holding my back, his nails giving me otherworldly feel.

Before I could respond, he grabbed my waist, lifting me effortlessly as I let out a surprised laugh. My legs wrapped around his hips, and he carried me toward the bed, his lips finding my neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along my skin.

The next moment, I felt the soft crash of the mattress against my back as he tossed me onto the bed. I laughed, breathless, my hair splayed out across the pillows. "Oh, you’re bold," I teased, propping myself up on my elbows.

"Bold enough for you?" he shot back, his grin wicked as he leaned over me, his hands already working on the buttons of his shirt. I watched, captivated, as he shrugged it off, revealing toned muscles that only added to the tension crackling in the room.

Not wanting to be outdone, I reached for the zipper of my dress, pulling it down slowly, teasingly. His eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on me as I shimmied out of the fabric, letting it pool around my waist before slipping it off completely.

"Your turn," I challenged, my voice low and daring.

He didn’t need to be told twice. In a blur of movement, he unfastened his belt, letting it drop to the floor. His jeans followed, leaving him standing there, every inch of him exuding confidence and raw energy.

"Better?" he asked, his voice dripping with playful arrogance as he climbed onto the bed, caging me beneath him.

"Getting there," I teased, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

His lips were on mine again, urgent and wild, as if we had all the time in the world but couldn’t bear to waste a second. His hands tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to send a thrill down my spine.

We were a mess of laughter, gasps, and whispered words, undressing each other piece by piece, each movement filled with playful defiance and undeniable chemistry. When his fingers brushed over my skin, every touch felt electric, like he was igniting something deep inside me that I hadn’t even known was there.

The world outside faded away—the party, the music, everything. In that moment, it was just us, caught in a whirlwind of passion and reckless abandon. He take out his large, beautiful penis. Its mushroom type face is really looking sexy because of the black mole. It's my first time I don't know what to do and I dont have much time. I just kissed on his mole and take it deep throat just for 1 minute in my mouth. It was really magnificent, my sweaty body releasing too much sweat as well as his. His dick and puberty hair area smelling, which is mesmerizing.

He make me on knee, make me mare and put his large dick in my vagina. He was wearing condom, it was teasing and very painful. I start saying "Oh, fuck. Yh." He start doing it fast. I up my back and said "slowly..darling its hurting, too much."

He tease me said "kiss me tight whenever you feel pain." I chukles and and cut his lip. He fucking me very fast, he was really a good sexier and for the first time in my whole life, I felt my decision for coming Edinburgh and club was right.