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I stand motionless in his presence. My words have left my body. The wind rustles through my hair, wrapping it all around me. His smell sends pleasure waves down my spine.He towers over me. Has to be at least six foot four. A dark god.

“Who are you?” he asks, tilting his head again. His tone, deep and serious.

“Oh, I am sorry,” I stutter out. I go to make my way around him, but his hand catches mine and spins me back around. I am even closer to him this time than before, our chests almost touching. His smell is intoxicating. That gaze made my thighs clench together. My breath catches on the passing breeze.

“Hold on a minute,” he says once our eyes meet again. “What’s your name? I haven’t seen you around here.” Giving me a sly smile, his eyes soften. God, that smile. Nothing in this world would ever compare to the power of it. Empires could crumble over it. Wars would start. People would bow to that kind of presence.

“I’m Brooklyn,” I say, as my face heats again, my words a little breathless, knowing he is very aware of the effect he is having upon me. My body starts to quiver.

“Well Brooklyn, that’s a beautiful name. Fitted perfectly for a beautiful girl.” I am floored. Did this man, this massively out of my league dark prince, just call me beautiful? I let out a small humf in surprise. He tilts his head slightly at my reaction.

“And you are Eli.” Forcing the words to come out of my mouth, I give him a small smile, trying to not sound phased at all. Smiling down at me, he nods.

“Yeah, Eli Masters. This is Dane and I’s place. I see you came here with Chase?” he questions, tugging his dark brows together.

Quickly I blurt out, “No, I just met him today. I am here with my friend Jenny.” As I say her name, I start to wonder where the fuck she is and how I am going to kill her for exposing me to this angel of death. Looking at me, he smiles again. This time, trailing his eyes up and down my body.

“I see. Are you here for trouble then?” He asks with a wicked look in his metallic glare.I am about to die.

I look away quickly and answer, “No, I just wanted to get away from the noise.”

He tilts his head again and says, “Well, you picked a perfect spot for that.” Grabbing my chin, he lifts it up softly, so our eyes meet again. He stares at me as if he has a hidden secret, his eyes trying to capture every inch of my face...every freckle on my pale skin. His eyes search mine with a dark, shadowy need.

Those eyes feel so familiar. As if I have seen them a thousand times in my deepest dreams. So comforting, so safe. They almost feel like home to me. “So, Brooklyn, what did you have planned to do tonight?”

You , I want to blurt out badly, but I know that would be a horrible idea, so I just stick with a safe response.

“You know, just live that college dream. Party my ass off and have a pounding headache in the morning while I pray to the porcelain gods.” He lets out a sweet, grumbly laugh which makes my heart flutter. Such a perfect sound. Deep, but breathy. I also can’t believe he finds me funny, most just find me mundane.

Oh, and those perfect little dimples that pull at the sides of his smile. I could melt right here.

“So, you are beautiful and funny? Is there anything you are not?” he asks with a question in his glittering eyes.

“Well, I am not rich,” I gestured around at his place with my hands.

“Yeah, money is great but still doesn’t fill all the holes,” he says with a sort of sadness in his eyes. He walks away from me towards the outer edge of his property and looks out to the city view below. His eyes seem to travel far off into the distance and linger on the horizon.

He seems lost. Almost as if he travels to a distant memory in seconds. “It is just humbling, you know?” He says after a few quiet minutes while I join and stand next to him. Our hands gently brush into one another, sending a jolt of static electricity straight through my body, giving us both a shock to our hands.

“Ow! Sorry! Fuck!” I say as I pull my hand away and cross my arms over my chest. He just sits there and gives a hearty laugh while looking at his hand.

“Hey, don’t worry, we just have to blame it on our chemistry.” I snort, my eyes widen from the sound as I quickly wrap my arms tightly around my chest. “Did you just snort?” His eyes widened playfully.

I could die. Again. My cheeks are definitely on fire right now. He lifts his finger and touches my flushing cheek, “It's cute.” I stand there in mere shock, unable to create words. A slight icy breeze catches my hair sending kisses to my skin across my shoulders. I started to shiver a little.

Noticing, he asks, “Would you like me to help keep you warm? If I had a coat on, I would gladly let you use it. But since I do not have a coat on, I could wrap you in my arms. You know, body heat.” He gives me a quick wink and charming smile.

I don’t think I would be able to stand if this man placed his arms around me. I would probably turn into a puddle of mush right here. Just drop straight to the cool grass and beg him to make love to me.

My thighs start trembling at the thought and rub together again. I hear him inhale deeply as he stares down at my thighs, seeing me pressing them together...the fishnet stockings colliding. His breathing is picking up. His gaze meets my eyes again, lust filling them, licking his lips.

“I can smell your sweet scent.” He says while clenching his jaw and starting to lean in closer to me, radiating his heat onto mine. My heart leaps out of my chest at his forwardness. So close, but still so far away. I close my eyes and open my lips.

“There you are!” Chase says as he makes his way towards me, then suddenly slows down once he sees Eli standing not even two inches away from my face. I hear Eli groan quietly next to me. “I got your drink Brook.” He reaches us and gives me a half smile. Well, this is fucking awkward.

Clenching my teeth and closing my eyes tightly, I turn towards him. Before I can turn back to Eli, he is already making his way towards the house. I almost kissed him. I couldn’t even stop myself if I wanted to. I was in a complete trance once again. My heart is still racing from the interaction.

I grabbed my drink from Chase, thanked him and apologized, which he said is not a problem at all. I am so glad he didn’t ask me any questions about what I was doing with Eli and why my lips were mere inches away from his.

The rest of the night feels like a blur. I have had a few more vodka cranberries, my body is feeling warm and relaxed. Chase has been trying to get closer and closer to me as the night pushes on.

But I can’t even focus on him. My mind keeps slipping to Eli, wondering if he is back with that voluptuous blonde babe again and if she is giving him what I wish I could. My stomach drops at the thought of it. Cold jealousy stings through my aching heart.

Jenny and Dane were basically on top of each other the entire night on the couch next to us. I am glad at least she is having a bit of fun. Every now and then I would feel like eyes were watching me, but when I would search around the crowded room, there was nothing but drunk party goers off in their own worlds. I need to let this go. There is no way that dude probably gives two shits about me. I continue to sip my drink and create small talk with Chase. It has to be close to one in the morning.

Another hour had passed as I turned my head and felt a familiar pull. I catch a glimpse of Eli making his way up the massive marble staircase alone, while Miguel's Sure Thing bumps from the speakers around me.

I feel it. That buzzing deep in my stomach. That need to follow him. I would go to the depths of hell and beg the devil for one night with this man. Let him take me into the darkest pits of the deepest infernos and have his way with me.

What is wrong with me? No man has ever given me this type of reaction. I am literally cringing at myself. This isn’t good. I need to shut this down. It’s only going to cause me pain. I am sure this man has a roster of model-like women lined up for him on the daily. Sure, he thinks I am beautiful but that doesn’t mean I am special.

I am sure I am just some young pretty little thing he wants to conquer for the night. He has the confidence and slyness of a king. I have never had a man be that direct with me. It was almost intimidating. His presence and the way he carried himself. As if he is the only man alive and on the hunt for a lonely woman nightly.

Just before he reaches the top of the stairs, he turns to me and meets my eyes again. Staring straight into my soul. Beckoning me. The look lasts longer than it should. Then, he quickly makes a nod with his head for me to follow, turns and saunters down the blacklight-lit hallway. My stomach drops.

Oh no. This is a bad idea, Brook .

I sit for a minute contemplating all the possibilities that could happen. Hell, maybe the best night of love making I will ever be blessed with. Or complete heartbreak.

God, what if I am horrible in bed?

I am extremely limited in my sexual experiences. What if he thinks I am boring, or too vanilla? I shake those thoughts out of my head quickly. This is what I set out to do. I am going into this year as a brand-new woman! I just need to get my wits together and go after what I want. What I want tonight is a literal sex god, that just so happens to want to bless me with his holy sword.

Turning to Chase, I tell him I need to use the bathroom, he nods as I get up and head towards the stairs. He looks half-awake anyways. I am sure his night is ruined because I wouldn’t even touch him again after my interaction with Eli.

I carefully make my way through the dancing crowd and up the thirty steps, trying not to stumble on my unsteady heels. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I followed the blacklight-lit hallway towards the direction I saw him saunter off in.

Gangsta by Kehlani, echoes through the vaulted hallway from downstairs sending me on a hyponastic trance. One foot in front of the other. I am a bit buzzed now, so as I walk, I let my hand glide along the cold firm wall to steady me from the dizziness inside my head.

Before making it to the end of the hallway, I see a door open on my left. Blood-red light is pouring out of it, making it look like the devil’s den. Taking a deep breath, I turn and enter the crimson room.

That’s when I see him...sitting at the edge of his massive, black, Alaskan king-size bed. Chains are attached to all four corners, lifting it off the ground. My eyes widen, taking in the sight. His room is all red.

Every wall is smeared in scarlet paint, except for the black velvet wall that sits behind his expensive floating bed. He’s shirtless; with just ripped jeans on. I try to catch my breath at the sight of it all.

The music fills his room all around me. His chest, neck and hands are covered in black ink. Even his muscular toned back. Two red roses sweep over his perfect chest. Roses, skulls and thorns climb up his hands to his neck. A large cross sits in the center of his sternum. A quote flows across his upper chest.

Rise And Raise Again .

I am speechless at the sight of him. This dark fallen angel. His head hangs low, letting his inky black hair fall into his eyes. His back muscles and tattoos glow in the ruby light.

Like a moth to the flame, I make my way towards him. My hands are shaking. I don’t even bother to shut the door behind me. His eyes look up slowly from the floor and fixate on mine. Pulling me closer to him with every beat of my unsteady heart. A yearning hidden deep within that beautiful gray storm.

There are no words exchanged. Just a primal emotion that takes over both him and I, as if this was always what was meant to be. This is what fate has in store for us. Damning both our souls with overwhelming lust. Our bodies are being brought together from all different time eras to meet once again. Wayward souls that can’t stop the binding force.

As I stand in front of him, he swiftly lifts his skeleton tattooed hands and rests them on my cool thighs. His touch is so warm. So dominating. His calloused hands create little goosebumps as he trails them up and down the sides of my quivering legs. I hear a quiet moan slip through his perfect full lips.

As if he was in pain. I can feel my breath quickening as he trails his pointer finger up towards the inside of my thigh. His breathing is getting heavier the closer he gets to my heat and soaked panties. Leaning towards me, he starts to plant little kisses and nips tearing at my nets with his teeth. His tongue glides down my inner thighs, working around the sides and up to my waist bone.

It’s a slow, steamy torture.

I don’t know what possesses me, but I lower myself onto his lap. Straddling each side of him. His hands trail up to my back to steady me, his fingers softly caressing my skin as he pulls off my sweater, revealing my lacy black bra.

I can hear his breath catch as he views it. A low, feral growl escapes his throat. Bringing me closer to him, he lowers his lips onto my flushed skin and licks my collarbone up to my neck, giving me little bites that have me letting out low moans.

He presses his lips on my lacy bra where my hardened nipple meets his warm, wet tongue through the material. I press my chest deeper into his mouth and arch my back as he gently starts to massage my breast, sucking and licking at my tit.

The intensity of our skin-to-skin contact has my entire body humming with excitement. He breaks from kissing my chest to meet my eyes once again. His pupils are dilated, making the once gray, now look darker than an angry ocean.

“Where have you been?” He says again, as if he is questioning the universe. His lust-filled eyes have me going over the edge. “It’s as if I fell into a deep sleep and found you there.” He slowly brushes my hair off my left shoulder, his fingers whispering across my neck like a gentle breeze.

“A cruel joke that this is a dream,” he says as he deepens his gaze into mine, lingering a second before he continues. “If it is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.” Before He has time to open his mouth again, I am filled with an all-consuming wave of pleasure, opening my mouth and devouring him.

My lips meet his in a deep, wet embrace. Our tongues collide, sending fireworks throughout my body. The movement between us is like a pulsing song, a perfect rhythm swallowing us both in the hypnotic melody.

His hands wrap into the back of my hair, gripping tightly, pushing our lips closer together to deepen the kiss. I instantly start to grind my heat on his bulging, aroused dick. It’s so long and firm under me. Tenting under his tight jeans, creating the perfect friction. A deep moan escapes his lips as I gently grind my body on his.

Before I know it, he flips me onto my back, laying me down on his bed. Crawling on top of me, he places his hand under my back and unclips my bra effortlessly. My breasts spring free.

The crimson hues from the room are turning my nipples a deep rose color that are already hard and waiting for his mouth to greedily suck again. Sitting up, he looks at me, gliding his eyes up and down my body, caressing my thighs with his fingertips. Taking me all in.

“You are so fucking perfect Brooklyn,” he says in a low growl. I moan from the contact sending shivers up and down my spine and the sound of my name leaving his trembling lips. Leaning down, he sucks one nipple into his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth, then letting his tongue stroke it in a soft wet motion. His tongue then tastes up slowly from my breast to my neck, then back to my parted mouth where we consume each other once again. The world blurs around me.

I move my hips up to meet his stiff, large cock that is begging to be released inside his pants. Waiting for him to physically take me. I can feel a little smile on his lips as if he knows exactly what I want.

This feels too good. I have completely let myself go. I want this man with every fiber of my quivering body. To own me. Consume me. His hands start to slide down my stomach to the top of my shorts. I feel him undo my button and slip a finger under the top of my thong.

Breaking away from our kiss, he trails his tongue and lips down my stomach to kiss and nip at my hip bones. His licking and biting makes me burst out in a feral moan, the pain mixed with his warm tongue is nothing I have ever experienced. It’s as if I am being touched correctly for the very first time.

It is fucking nirvana. I can feel my wetness soaking the entirety of my fabric. It’s starting to run down my thighs. As if he can sense it, he takes his tongue and slowly licks the wetness up off my leg.

“Fuuuuck,” he says in a low growl. “You taste as good as you smell Brooklyn.” His name on my lips and vulgarity sends me over the edge.

“Please, Eli,” I say, thrusting my hips towards his mouth. He starts to pull down my shorts to meet my pulsating heat. Gently removing my shorts, he throws them on the ground, revealing my black lace thong. I’m panting in anticipation.

His eyes are devouring every inch of my shaking body. Leaning down, he takes his tongue and slides it on top of my soaked panties...from the bottom to the top.

Smiling up at me he asks, “You want me to fuck your little pussy with my tongue?” I gasped at his words.

“Fuck yes,” is all I can manage to get out. He gives me a devilish smile and moves my panties to the side exposing my wetness to him.

“Oh, baby girl, look how wet you are for me. So pretty.” My entire body hums in small earthquakes at his words and the gaze he is giving my trembling center. He bends down and drags his tongue up my slit. Electricity shoots through me.

“AHHH, fuuuck...” I say in response to the sensation.

I feel his finger enter me as he sucks on my clit, moving in and out of me at a slow pace. I moan in ecstasy with every stroke as he enters me. He pulls his finger out and looks up at me. Taking his dripping finger, he places it in his mouth and sucks it clean.

“Oh, baby girl, I could drink a gallon of you. So, fucking sweet.” He goes back down, more aggressively this time. His tongue thrusts deeply into me. Shock waves travel through my spine. Something is happening.

It feels fucking amazing! His finger continues to rub fast little circles on my clit. I hear him groaning with every lick and taste of my cum. I can feel something charging deep inside me. Some kind of fire that starts to burn deep in my core.

My muscles start to tense and tremble. The pleasure is all consuming. Omg, I feel it. That rush of lightning, tearing through my aching body and sending my head into a pure euphoric state. I scream as I release, my ears ring and heart pounds. I feel as if I am being reborn from the touch of this man.

“Yes, baby girl, come for me.” I grab his hair and rub my heat deeper onto his tongue. Fireworks fly all over my body with pure ecstasy. I can feel a tear roll down my face from the intensity of my emotions and the physical pleasure that is surging through my quaking body. Its pure fucking heaven. I scream his name as my body bursts and crumbles around me.

“What the fuck, Eli!” A girl yells from inside his doorway. He quickly jerks his head in her direction as she starts to run towards the bed. Her eyes are on me, as if she is ready to rip me limb from limb. Jumping off the bed, he catches her and wraps his arms around her waist.

“Who the fuck is this bitch!” She yells, tearing at his skin. Her eyes are filled with rage, tears are streaming down her mascara-soaked face.

“Calm the fuck down Ashley!” he yells back at her. I quickly grabbed my bra and thong putting them on, then threw on my sweater, gathering my shorts off the floor running towards his door.

He has her on the ground now, holding her down. She is kicking and screaming. He yells out my name, but the pounding in my ears is drowning everything out. Everything is spinning. Tears start to swell inside my eyes as I throw on the rest of my clothes as I stumble down the hallway towards the marble staircase. Running down the stairs, I head to Jenny, grabbing her.

“We need to leave now!” Sensing my panic and tears, she nods. No questions need to be asked. She quickly kisses Dane on the lips as we both turn and make our way out of the house.