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Like the atoms, we are hit with an electrical arc discharge. An electrifying touch that creates a force. The discharge slams into us at full force, hitting all of our cells, knocking our control out.
Creating… something else.Something new.
Race me
He crushes his mouth against mine, hot and angry. Kissing me with an intense ardor that scorches my senses. It’s real. Not for the game. Not to escape his darkness. This time, we don’t use each other, we ease into each other. My entire being is relinquishing the last drop of control I had.
I bite his lower lip, driven by an animal impulse. An unbreakable impulse. A need for him. My hands grab his hair fiercely while he presses our bodies together. I hear the other drivers playing around, teasing us by whistling at us, but I don’t care. His tongue enters my mouth, dancing in harmony with mine. We deepen the kiss until neither of us can breathe. Until the sun drops. Until the darkness rises.
“You’ll be my downfall, Elle,” he whispers, his hands cupping my cheeks. Every time his lips collide with mine, every time I abandon myself to him, I feel alive. He is my fuel. He revs up my soul. “I’m losing control so easily with you.”
“And is it wrong?”
“I have no fucking idea.” His arms encircle my body against his as I look up at him, feeling secure. Happy. “One thing is for sure, that outfit won’t stay on you long.”
“You don’t like it?” I play with my eyelashes.
“Love it. Especially when I know what’s underneath it.” I cover my face with my hands, bringing my head to his chest. He is so bold. So direct. So Aaron. “You know you’re gorgeous,ma belle.”
He takes my hand firmly, leading us toward his car. He opens the door for me, and I remember I still have his card. I take it out of my purse and hand it over to him. “Thank you. I want you to know I was about to pay for myself.”
“I know. And I told you, when you are with me you will not.” He leans toward me, and I find myself captured between him and his sports car. “Don’t try to argue with me on this subject ever again, or I’ll fuck you to heaven right here.”
I cross my arms on my chest, pouting at him, trying to make a point. Which obviously doesn’t work as his annoying, arrogant self laughs at me. “Cute.”
I’ll get you back, Wolf. You won’t win the next round.
A short and fast ride later, we take an elevator to the top of an immense building. Floor ninety-six. When the doors open, I’m transported into another universe. The restaurant has a 360-window view of the whole city at night. In the middle of it, there are acrobats juggling fire, dancing with veils, the piano music hypnotizing my heart. The dome lets us see the bright stars. The dark tones of the place are illuminated only by the flames of the dancers and the candles on each table. It feels like a dream. A midnight reverie coming from another culture. A reverie full of possibilities. The server dressed in a fancy tuxedo leads us to our seat in a private area.
Aaron pulls up my seat. “This is the Minuit. There are only two places like this in the world. Here and in Morocco. The owner designed the restaurant for his wife. I met him a couple of years ago. Great man.”
This is simply beautiful. Enchanting. Dazzling. Every minute with Aaron is an adventure. An endless dream. He orders for both of us, as I was still undecided on the menu. With our eyes firmly set on each other, we remain in silence, until time passes way too fast. Even after eating a couple of expensive dishes, I’m still starving—for him.
“I wanted to apologize for yesterday, Elle.” I clear my throat, I never expected an apology from Aaron. “After we had sex. The way I left you,” he adds, his eyes stuck on mine.
“You don’t owe me anything, Aaron.” I sip my wine, trying to hide my feelings. I can’t let him know it hurts me more than I thought it would.
“I know. But I respect you.” He leers over the flames, pinching his eyebrows as the color of the spotlight warms our faces in a flaming red light. “I don’t usually lose control the way I did last night. I hope I wasn’t too… passionate.” His eyes are back on mine and have darkened.
That’s when I understand. He freaked out. He lost control to me. A control he will never regain. A control he needs to have due to a scar he is hiding. He is afraid of something, but I can’t tell what.
“Last night was perfect,” I comment shyly as he searches for the truth in my eyes. Is he afraid to break me? Hurt me? My cheeks redden, he was the hottest sex of my life. I’ve never been so free, so animal with anyone.
“You haunt my mind, Elle.” And he haunts everything of me. “I usually fuck and forget. I thought having you would satisfy my… appetite. But it’s worse.” He sighs, and I forget to breathe.
He leans closer to me, his stare vibrant with arousal. “I’m thinking about your naked body, the way you taste, it’s driving me insane.” The crowds applaud as the performance finishes, but our eyes are stuck on each other, ignoring everything around us. “I constantly. Want. To. Fuck. You,” he emphasizes, articulating each word in a commanding and forceful tone.
I close my legs tighter, the pulse of my heart resonating through my whole body. I cannot continue down this road. I’m haunted by his touch. Breathless by his kisses. Possessed by him. I’ve never experienced such extreme emotions. Emotions that are destined to be beautiful and romantic, but with him, it’s not safe. It’s dangerous. Crepuscular. I’m the master of my soul—not him.
“We don’t want the same things.” It feels like I’m trying to convince myself. Freaking hormones. Freaking LeBeau. Is he even human?
“Probably. But we do have something in common.”
“What?” I arch my eyebrow as the next performance begins. The romantic music has gotten darker, faster, the fire has risen higher.
“We are both obsessed with each other. And the way to end this obsession is to give in.” His caliginous, darksome eyes are stuck on mine. I feel Hell has come to collect my soul. My punishment is to crave endlessly this tempestuous man I shouldn’t. “To give in to our desire until this obsession stops.”
Obsession. Addiction. I thought our connection was purely physical, carnal. But could it be more on a deeper level? Could we really stop this obsession as he calls it? This is unhealthy. Wrong. We can’t give each other what we need. We are opposite. There is no future, no hope for us to heal together. And I’m afraid. I’m afraid my obsession will grow harder, deeper into my soul. I’m afraid to fall in love.
