𝑂𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔...
❝Your wife is calling. I think you need to take it, or better, you ought to leave.❞ She folded her arms, a series of goosebumps simmering over her warm ivory skin the more my intimidating strides brought me closer to her.
My sapphi...
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ღ𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱𝔂𝓲𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥ღ
Dreamcatcher || Metro Boomin, Travis Scott & Swae Lee
My breath hitched when he let go of the sub, downing an entire glass of whiskey to probably burn out her taste from his mouth, cleaning his hands too before slowly rising from his throne.
Holy fuck, the man was a giant.
He literally towered over everyone in the place and I found that so fucking attractive. The dominance and effortless control that radiated from him, shit.
I had a better view of his perfectly sculpted body, and my mouth watered as I acknowledged how hot this man before me was.
Descending from the throne area, he took large, measured steps towards the crowd. I looked around, wondering exactly where he was going, and everyone looked just as confused.
"He never looks for a sub in the crowd, they always beg to be his for the monthly demonstration. It would be shocking if he did," a woman beside me remarked as everyone who had heard hummed in agreement.
And just like that, the energy around me shifted. A cool zephyr evoked my senses within milliseconds, the hairs on the back of my neck straightening as a hypnotising, multi-faceted essence of sharp chypre engulfed me, connoted by mysterious notes of piquant sandalwood that were borderline intense, a cool, supple cut of aqua simmering down the orchestral scent of expensive, stratospheric leather.
Goddamn, this man smelt like fucking Heaven.
I slowly tilted my head high up to meet his unnerving, introspective gaze, the electricity from his body emanating onto mine in no time at all.
His dark stare was intense, so intense that my arousal easily oozed the wider his pupils became. Or maybe I was seeing things, considering that I was completely under his irresistible influence.
I felt so vulnerable and naked the more his glacier-cool eyes scanned me, as though calculating exactly how he was going to pounce on his prey.
Everyone was gazing at him in shock for approaching someone for the first time, and a part of me felt special.
Something about his energy was... I don't know. I couldn't pinpoint it per se, but it screamed dark danger, and I was oddly attracted to him. Something in him summoned me immediately, a nature that effortlessly surrounded him and sucked me in, it frightened me.
He leaned down a fraction, the crisp cold splendour of mint combined with alcohol from his mouth fanned my earlobe and a shiver coursed through me. "Scar."
The deep, melliloquent, seductive tenor caressed my senses, my thighs clenching slowly at the sensually low drawl, measured with just the right amount of honey and sex. There was a rich, mellow accent somewhere, but I couldn't quite define it just yet.
