Chapter 6

"What's your name princess?"

"Stop asking questions and do it nicely," I told after he slowed down a bit.

He then picked me up and threw me in bed. I was now able to get a complete picture of him and his hardness. Mr Hot was a sexy notch from top to bottom, his grey eyes and dark black lavish hair will have no match to Noah's. His face was hard, masculine, and perfectly symmetrical body feature and such an aesthetic piece that I couldn't deny to sleep with him. Right then, I felt like I had found the remedy for my long-lasting desire for Noah. I just did not want this night to be slipped away. The handsome man was right there and I did nothing much to seduce him.

I desired, he fulfilled.

"Are you tired? He asked while staring at me from a minute's distance.

"Not yet…." I said seductively and he smiled.

"I have probably never seen a girl in such good poise. Every feature of your body is perfectly knitted, adorned." He told me after blinking his eyes on me.

And it had to be of course. I was the hottest chick in my college days and only Noah had won me. But his absence had an effect.

If he could have been present here by any chance, I would not have been allowing this filthy, hot, to hover over me.

For one night just, maybe, tomorrow, I will not see him again or meet anywhere.

He was now piercing his grey eyes straight into mines and asked me again the same question, "What's your name?"

"Mystic" I lied clearly just for future safety, didn't find it comfortable to say my real name when I was having sex with a stranger.

"I am Avann Nichloas." He said his name.

When he said Nicholas, a sudden whim crushed over my mind about Mr Nichloas, the owner of the hotel I currently work. But I calmed saying, "There can be a hundred Nicholas in the street."

Avann…..gorgeous, extremely gorgeous, not a boy but a man who knew all possible ways to excite women, very skilled in his execution of delivering pleasure.

I had never felt this wild feeling before. Yes, I had sex with Noah many times but this exotic warm and wet which he was giving me then was strikingly adorable. It was something so surreal that my mind couldn't process it explicitly; my instinct was to fully submit to him and allow him to be my possession.

Noah's touch might give my butterflies but his touch was skyrocketing.

Coz I was dearly enjoying his all palpable touch on my supple skin as if I had never been touched like this before, never been examined so far, my entire body crippled with his push and pull.

I liked the warmness of his nuzzle in the nape of my neck, his sensuous lips on my cheeks and the tips of his fingers on my soft spot, I admired how he crawled down from the collarbones leaving a trail of soft kisses and then devoured my nipples at once, felt like I was awakened, aroused, and afflicted with goofy rambles. A shiver run down my spine when his tongue made circles around it.

I had round breasts, perfectly shaped which could entice any man and when Avann had taken them into his mouth, I was more than delighted and stunned. His one hand was on my left breast and he had grabbed them which perfectly fitted in the palm of his hand. As if it was only made for him to touch, feel to knead, and press.

The sweet attack of his lips made me growl his name, made me moan which in turn made him wild.

He then increased his pace of sex. He was now rough, which I profusely liked. He distanced the gap between my thighs more to make a comfortable space for him. Then he used his strength to enter inside me, my acceptance and allowance had made me strong enough to bear his quick-tempered rough sex.

I could figure now what does he like, and so I allowed him to enter inside me more. I had almost dug my nails into his back, leaving scratching marks that might appear violent but that was interestingly romantic and erotic.

His male hardness entered inside, giving tendril of pain and pleasure together, raising my heart beat swifter and my breath faster.

I did now know how this wonderful night passed. We slept naked and only a thin sheet of white blanket covered our lower parts of the body. My hair was open and frizzy.

In the morning when I woke up, I checked, and he was sleeping next to me. His head was dug deep in the back of my neck, his hand traveled from my waist to my chest, he had just beautifully embraced me.

I did not want to leave the sight but I had to leave. I slowly remembered everything about the night, kiss, sex and Kelsey.

"Oh my god! Kelsey must have called me, searched me."

Coming out of the bed and draping that thin sheet, I looked for my phone. He was awake then but lay there and stared at me as I was running hither and thither for my phone. His naked body was once again seducing me to go for a morning romance but I had more important work than this.

"It must be dead, I guess." I found it under the bed and immediately put to charge.

"You can use mine." He spoke.

"Thank you, you have done enough for me yesterday night," I said reluctantly and picked up my scattered dress from the floor.

"So, are not we going to exchange numbers?" He asked getting off the bed.

"What you thought me, a whore?" I said.

" I thought you like me, might want to see me again."

"Just a one-night pleasure. Now you go home and I will go mine's." I said throwing off the blanket on him and went inside the bathroom and he followed me there after a while.

"Pull this clasp off my dress," I told while looking him in the mirror, trying to save a smallest memory of him.

He began to slowly pull it up and whispered in my ear, "I am not a whore either whom you will enjoy as per wishes. I want this again one day."

"What do you mean?" I said and wanted to turn to face him but he took a strong hold of my waist. I was unable to move and just looked at him in the mirror. He began licking my bare shoulder with his eyes closed and his hand was rising until it halted in my soft space. I could not resist or stop it. I discovered then; it was my sensitive spot.

"Tell me you don't like this touch again." He spoke when he cupped my breast over the fabric. "Tell me you want this again." He said and moved his other hand down from behind and between my thighs.

"Stop it." I turned and pushed him to a wall. How I mustered up this courage to push him backward when I really, reluctantly wanted whatever he was doing now.

I recalled that I had to go hotel because Mr. Bossy boss told me about the day, Mr. Nichloas son's was arriving and there would be a grand welcome for him. So, I needed to rush.

Leaving him in the bathroom, I took my phone, and my little purse but going outside in this tiny dress, I felt slightly ashamed. And so, I borrowed his jacket.

"I am taking it." I told and when I was leaving the door, he held my hand.

"So, when we will meet again?" He asked.

"That's never going to happen."

"But are you not going to return my jacket?"

"I really don't think Mr. Rich, you need it."

"I need it as much as the woman who is wearing it." He said seductively and I closed the door, left the room and walked away as if I was never going to come back here or gonna see him anymore.

Wearing his jacket, I almost departed the clubbing hotel and waved a look in the room where I was sleeping next to him, the most handsome man, I probably had seen.

"Can you bring my dress from my room and meet me in the hotel, I will tell you everything," I said to Kelsey on the phone and took a taxi.