This is my first story, feedback is welcome.
https://www.imagebam.com/view/ME15GFDS?full=1A chance encounter in a pulsating nightclub leads Eden and Kal into a dark alley where desire blurs the line between passion and possession.
The bass thrummed through Eden’s body, the rhythm syncing with her pulse as she swayed on the dance floor. The club “Lux” was packed, bodies pressed tight, sweat glistening under neon lights. Her lilac satin skirt clung to her thighs, her yellow top slipping just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her collarbone.
She wasn’t here for this. Not really. Her friends had dragged her out, insisting she needed to live a little after her breakup. But now, amidst the heat and noise, she felt something an electric tension humming under her skin.
That’s when she saw him.
Kal leaned against the bar, a half-empty Corona dangling from his fingers. His faded blue jeans hugged his toned legs, the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing the sharp lines of his chest. His eyes blueish white locked onto hers, unblinking.
Eden didn’t look away.
He moved like smoke through the crowd, never breaking eye contact. When he reached her, he didn’t speak just slid a hand to the small of her back, guiding her into the rhythm. His touch burned.
"You don’t belong here," he murmured, breath warm against her ear.
She shivered. "And where do I belong?"
His lips curled. "Somewhere darker."
His fingers tightened, possessive, and Eden’s breath hitched. She should pull away. But the way he looked at her like he already knew how she’d taste sent a jolt of heat straight between her legs.
They didn’t make it out of the club together. One moment, Eden was turning toward the restroom, the next, Kal had her wrist, yanking her through a fire exit into the cool night.
The alley was shadowed, the only light a flickering bulb above a rusted dumpster. The distant pulse of music still thudded through the walls.
"You’re reckless," she breathed, but her chest rose fast, her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her top.
Kal didn’t answer. He backed her against the brick wall, his body caging hers. His erection pressed into her stomach, thick and undeniable.
"Tell me to stop," he challenged.
Eden’s fingers dug into his shoulders. She didn’t.
His mouth crashed against hers, rough, demanding. One hand fisted in her hair; the other yanked her skirt up. Eden gasped his fingers were already inside her, working her open with ruthless precision.
"You’re wet," he growled. "Knew you would be."
She moaned, hips rocking against his hand. She should be ashamed. She should fight. But god, it felt too good.
Kal didn’t give her time to think. He unbuckled his jeans, freeing his large ten inch cock, it was thick and veined and Eden’s mouth watered.
"Turn around." She did.
His palm smacked her ass, once, sharp, before he shoved her forward, making her brace against the wall. Then he was inside her, splitting her open with one brutal thrust.
Eden cried out.
"You take it," he snarled, gripping her hips. "Take all of it."
Each snap of his hips drove her higher, the rough brick scraping her palms. It hurt. It felt incredible.
Above them, the club’s music pulsed on, indifferent to the sin unfolding below.
When it was over, Kal stepped back, tucking himself away like nothing had happened. Eden trembled, her thighs were slick with cum, her makeup ruined.
He studied her for a long moment. Then, without a word, he turned and disappeared into the night.
Eden sank to her knees, heart hammering.
She’d never see him again. And she wasn’t sure if that was relief or regret.
Topic: Neon Shadows (Eden Taylor-Draper) (Read 1261 times)