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[stuffmywifelikes]

The Male Gaze

[szariahwroteit]

Nobody But You: A Lewis Hamilton x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 1

Melanie should have known better. The moment she spotted Lewis across the crowded VIP section of Coachella's main stage, as soon as she noticed him noticing her, she should have run for the hills.

Instead, like a moth to a flame, she was irresistibly drawn to him, the natural sway of the crowd pulling them together as if it were meant to be.

Despite their proximity, Melanie acted as if she couldn't feel his gaze on her, as if goosebumps didn't cover the surface of her as she swayed to the pulsing beats of the music, each bass drop resonating through her body. The vibrant lights illuminated her figure, casting shadows that danced along the curves of her silhouette. She could sense him, feel the weight of his stare; it was a warm blanket that wrapped around her, igniting a fire just beneath her skin.

Melanie's heart raced—not just from the music but from the electric tension that seemed to vibrate in the space between them. The way he leaned against the bar, confidence radiating off him in waves, made her breathing deepen. He wore a knowing smirk, one that suggested he was well aware of his effect on her.

She pretended to be enthralled by the performance on stage, but every beat of the drum lured her attention back to him. The aura of an unspoken challenge hung in the air as if he were stalking his prey.

Pushing himself off of the bar, Lewis made his way through the crowd, each step calculated, each movement fluid and assured. He cut through the masses like a lion weaving through a field of gazelles, his eyes locked onto Melanie with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. As he approached, the world around her faded, leaving only the electric connection that sparked between them.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, carrying a hint of mischief that sent a thrill down her spine. The air between them crackled with undeniable chemistry, and Melanie found herself nodding, speechless for a moment as she soaked in the magnetic presence of this man who had commanded her attention from afar.

“Why are you acting as if you don't know me?” Lewis smirked, his hand finding the small of her back as he leaned into her ear.

Melanie shivered at the feel of his warm breath brushing against her skin, sending a ripple of exhilaration coursing through her. The subtle pressure of his hand on her back ignited a spark of heat that spread through her entire body. She turned her head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of his face, those deep, mysterious eyes boring into hers with such intensity that it felt like he could read her thoughts.

"I didn’t want to make assumptions," she finally managed to reply, her voice barely above the pounding beat of the music, yet it was laced with a teasing challenge. "A lot can change within nine months."

Lewis chuckled, a soft, knowing sound that sent a thrill through her. “Yet you're still just as perfect as I remember.” His gaze lingered on her lips, and Melanie felt a flush creep across her cheeks.

"That can't be the case if what happened between us was so easy to forget.” Melanie playfully retorted, trying to maintain a facade of nonchalance as she felt her heart race in her chest. The electricity that crackled in the air between them felt potent and intoxicating, and yet a playful challenge lingered in her words.

“Forget?” Lewis arched an eyebrow, his smirk deepening as he leaned a fraction closer, their lips nearly brushing against each other even in the chaotic atmosphere of the festival. “I remember everything.”

Lewis’ eyes dropped to Melanie’s decalage as she took a step away from him for her sanity, her breathing deepening as she felt herself growing shy under his intense gaze.

Lewis' gaze followed Melanie's movements, his eyes tracing the contours of her body as she stepped away. He felt a surge of desire, the sight of her curves accentuated by the flashing lights and pulsing music igniting a fire within him. With a predatory grace, he closed the distance between them once more, his hand reaching out to gently grasp her wrist.

"Not so fast," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her pulse point, feeling the rapid beat of her heart beneath his touch. "Stay with me, I promise I won't bite.”

Melanie’s breath hitched at his words, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling within her. The challenge in his tone, paired with the dark gleam in his eyes, ignited something primal inside her. She was tempted to pull away, to play it safe, but there was an intoxicating thrill in surrendering to the unknown, in allowing herself to be pulled into his orbit once again.

"Is that a promise, or a warning?" she teased, forcing a smirk as she met his gaze. Her defiance only fueled the desire that screamed between them.

Lewis’s lips turned up at the corners, the faintest hint of laughter dancing in his eyes. "Depends on how you behave," he replied smoothly, his voice dripping with a playful challenge. The way he said it, low and almost conspiratorial, sent a rush of heat flooding through her.

“Behave?” she echoed, taking a slow step backward, testing him, feeling the tension coil tighter between them. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He stepped closer, invading her space once more, the heat radiating from his body was palpable. "I can think of a few ways to make it more exciting," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. The promise of adventure hung heavy in the air, and Melanie felt herself getting lost in the moment, the world around them disappearing as their connection deepened.

Spirit boldened by the music and the pulsating crowd, Melanie leaned in slightly, daring him in her own playful way. “I guess we’ll just have to see how exciting you can really be."

With that daring invitation hanging in the air, she pulled away from his grasp, ready to lead him deeper into the chaos of the festival. The glow of the lights created a surreal atmosphere, and for a moment, it felt as if the whole world existed only for them.

Lewis followed her, his gaze never leaving her, a predatory intensity flaring in his eyes as he kept pace. They weaved through throngs of revelers, Melanie dancing to the rhythm of the night, feeling liberated, and exhilarated. Each sway of her hips seemed to draw Lewis closer, and she could feel his presence behind her, solid and unwavering.

When she glanced back at him, their eyes locked, and in that moment, time stood still. She could see the chemistry simmering just beneath the surface, a cocktail of desire and tension ready to explode. The moment Melissa turned back to the stage, she felt a sudden jolt of heat as Lewis caught her by the waist, pulling her back against him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he commanded softly, his voice full of authority, but there was a hunger there too that sent delicious shivers down her spine.

Melanie's heart raced as she felt Lewis's strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against his muscular chest. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his breath warm against her neck as he spoke. The commanding tone in his voice sent a thrill through her, igniting a fire deep within her core.

She leaned back into him, savoring the feeling of his solid presence behind her. "Like what?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pulsing music. She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his jaw as she spoke.

Lewis's grip tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her hips possessively.

Just then, the roar of the crowd stole their attention as they both looked up toward the stage in time to see Travis Scott make his entrance.

Melanie's eyes widened as Travis Scott burst onto the stage, the crowd erupting into screams and cheers. The energy was electric, palpable, and it seemed to course through her veins, fueling the fire that Lewis's touch had ignited.

She felt Lewis's chest vibrate with a low chuckle as he took in her reaction. "You like him?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Melanie nodded, her body swaying to the beat of the music, still held securely in Lewis's arms. "Who doesn't?" she replied, her voice breathy and distracted. The combination of the pulsating bass and Lewis's presence was intoxicating, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

Lewis's hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. "I can think of a few things I like more," he whispered, his voice husky and full of promise.

Melanie's breath hitched as Lewis's hands slid further up her body, his thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she felt her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her top.

The heat of the moment enveloped them as the music pulsed around them, an intoxicating mix of rhythm and energy. Melanie could hardly process what was happening as Lewis’s fingers danced along the curves of her body, igniting every nerve ending in an exquisite blaze of desire. Each brush of his hands against her skin felt like a promise, a teasing sample of the intensity that lay just beneath the surface.

"Your reaction says it all," Lewis murmured, his voice low and sultry, his breath hot against her ear as he continued to explore the contours of her body. It felt like each subtle caress was a flicker of fire igniting an inferno inside her. “You remember too,” he continued, whispering feverishly into her ear.

“Somethings are better off as memories,” Melanie countered, her voice laced with playful defiance as a spark of mischief flared in her eyes. She thrived on the thrill of their banter, savoring the intoxicating blend of heat and tension spiraling around them.

“What happened between us felt too right to be wrong, it still feels that way now,” Lewis pressed, his voice dripping with seduction, each word wrapped in a confident allure that sent shudders through Melanie. The way he said it, the conviction behind those words, ignited something deep within her, awakening desires she’d been trying to suppress.

Melanie met his intense gaze, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to hold onto her playful facade. “And yet here we are, playing catch-up after all this time,” she challenged a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Playing catch-up?” Lewis echoed, his lips curving into a smirk of his own as he stepped closer, closing the small distance between them. The space felt charged, and electric, and she could feel the palpable thrum of sexual energy vibrating between them.

As the crowd swayed and danced, lost in their world, Melanie felt herself drawn again to the man in front of her, the chemistry blaring like a siren call. “We’re not playing anything,” he teased, his voice lowering to a seductive whisper, the edge of his tone hinting at the unmistakable desire swirling between them.

“Then what are we doing?” Melanie asked crossing her arms defiantly, an eyebrow arched in challenge as she looked up at him. The playful banter only fueled the fire that burned between them, a heat that simmered just beneath the surface, begging for a release.

Lewis took a step closer, closing the distance further until there was nearly no space left between them. "We’re exploring," he said, his voice a velvet murmur that wrapped around her like a warm embrace. His eyes sparkled with mischief, a predatory gleam that sent shivers racing down her spine. "Rediscovering what we once had. You can’t deny that there’s still something here, can you?"

Melanie's heart raced as she fought against the pull of his magnetic presence. "Maybe," she admitted, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "But exploring sounds a lot safer than what's happening between us right now." She tilted her head slightly, her gaze locked with his, the tension between them palpable and electrifying.

He chuckled softly, the sound of a low rumble that vibrated against her chest. "Safety is overrated,” he replied, his voice low and laced with promise. “Sometimes you have to take a risk."

“What if I can't afford to?” Melanie challenged, her heart pounding in her chest. The thrill of danger danced in the air between them, a sharp reality amidst the backdrop of joyful chaos swirling around them.

Lewis leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he whispered, “What if I promise to catch you?” The sincerity in his voice sent a thrill coursing through her veins, and for a moment, she could almost believe him.

“Catch me?” she echoed, her breath hitching at the seriousness of his words. “Had we not run into each other would you have told me this otherwise?”

Lewis drew back slightly, enough to look deep into her eyes, and for a moment, the world around them faded away once again. The raucous festival, the ecstatic throngs of people, and the blaring music became white noise, vanishing beneath the weight of their shared connection.

"Maybe I would have,” he said, his voice now unwavering, “but it wouldn’t have meant as much if we hadn’t found ourselves here, now. Timing is everything.”

“How convenient,” Melanie replied, a playful smirk gracing her lips as she tilted her head, challenging him further. "You mean to tell me you’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to make your grand entrance back into my life?"

Lewis’s expression softened, a flicker of genuine emotion crossing his features. “You make it sound so calculated,” he said, his tone teasing yet sincere. “But the truth is, I’ve never stopped thinking about you. Life has a way of throwing curveballs, but this—this moment feels right.”

Melanie felt her heart flutter at his words, a mix of intrigue and apprehension swirling within her. “You really think so?” she asked, her voice dropping to a softer note, the playful banter momentarily giving way to something deeper.

He nodded, his gaze unwavering as he took another step closer. “I do.”

Lewis reached out, his thumb brushing against her chin, lifting it slightly so their eyes met directly. “Stay with me,” he whispered.

The intensity in Lewis's gaze held Melanie captive, and for a moment, she could feel the weight of the world around them fade into the background. The music pulsed, vibrant and alive, but all she could hear was the rhythmic beat of her own heart, echoing the unspoken connection that sparked between them.

“Stay with you?” she challenged, her voice trembling slightly as she searched his eyes for sincerity. “What exactly does that mean?”

A playful smile danced on his lips, the corners of his mouth turning upward in that confident way that melted her resolve a little more with each passing second. “Do you have anywhere else to be right now?”

Melanie’s heart raced at his words, and she could feel the weight of the question hanging in the air. The atmosphere around them pulsed with energy, the crowd moving like waves beneath the colorful lights, but her entire world narrowed to just the two of them. He was right—there was nowhere else she wanted to be at that moment.

“No, I don’t,” she admitted, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. She searched his eyes, trying to discern the depths of what he was offering, the thrill of possibility igniting a spark deep within her.

“Then stay with me, enjoy the show.” Lewis's voice was a warm invitation, wrapping around Melanie like a comforting embrace amidst the chaos of the festival. She could feel the magnetic pull between them—an undeniable connection that had reignited as if no time had passed at all.

With a slight nod, Melanie acquiesced, surrendering to the moment. "Alright, I’ll stay," she said, her voice sultry and teasing, as she turned to face the stage. The pulsating beats of Travis Scott’s performance filled the air, electrifying her senses further.

As she swayed to the rhythm, she felt Lewis’s presence behind her, grounding her as they moved in unison with the crowd. The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating, each of his breaths a soft whisper against her skin, fanning the flames of desire that were burning brighter within her.

Melanie closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to feel the music wash over her. She could feel Lewis’s hands resting lightly on her hips, guiding her movements, creating a world that was just for the two of them. With each beat, she lost herself deeper in the rhythm and the tantalizing caress of his fingers as he effortlessly pulled her closer.

“You’re so sexy” he murmured into her ear, his voice low and raspy, sending shivers cascading down her spine. The subtle admiration in his tone made her heart race even faster, igniting a spark of confidence within her.

As if sensing her reaction, Lewis tightened his hold on her, encouraging her to sway her hips more, moving in rhythm with the pulsing music. It was as if the entire universe aligned at this moment, the chaos of the festival fading away into a euphoric haze of sound and light.

Melanie leaned back against Lewis, reveling in the heat emanating from his body. She could feel his heart beating in sync with hers, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she was wholly lost in the present. The thrill of being here, in his arms, with the electrifying chemistry between them turned the vibrant festival into a private sanctuary.

"You know," he murmured as he leaned down closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, "If I had seen you anywhere else, I would want you just the same."

The intensity of his words sent another wave of shivers down her spine. The heat radiating between them felt almost tangible, a current of excitement that thrummed beneath the surface, intensifying with every pulse of the music.

When the festival came to an end, Melanie and her girls had planned to attend a few afterparties to celebrate the first night of the festival, but Lewis had other plans. He wasn't in the mood for any more party, not when his sights and mind were set on the five-foot-something woman in his arms.

Much like Melanie and her friends, he and his had planned to hit up a few afterparties, but that was before he'd run into her.

“Where are you going?” Lewis asked, his breath warm and alluring as he whispered into Melanie’s ear, keeping his hold on her hips as they walked towards the festival's privatized exit.

“We are heading to an afterparty,” Melanie replied, the excitement of the night still buzzing in her veins. She could feel the closeness of Lewis behind her, his heat enveloping her like a cocoon as they navigated through the throngs of festival-goers.

“An afterparty?” Lewis echoed, a playful challenge lacing his voice. “And you think you'll have more fun there than with me?”

Melanie smirked, a teasing glint in her eye as she turned to face him briefly. “Can you offer me more fun than a wild afterparty filled with DJ sets, dancing, and all my friends?”

Lewis stepped even closer, his palm sliding from her waist to the small of her back, grounding her in place as he leaned in, his lips a breath away from her ear. “If you give me the chance, I can show you a night you won't forget. We could create our own kind of party—just the two of us.”

The invitation hung in the air, heavy with temptation, and Melanie felt her resolve wavering. There was a thrill in the air, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore, and she knew she was teetering on the edge of a decision that could change everything.

“Just the two of us?” she queried, her voice playful yet laced with genuine curiosity. “What does that entail?”

Lewis’s eyes glimmered with mischief, a confident smirk grazing his lips as he let his thumb brush lightly along her spine. “A little bit of adventure, a little bit of risk, and a whole lot of fun. Or,” he paused, allowing the tension to stretch between them, “you could go to the afterparty and wonder what could have been.”

Melanie felt the thrill of challenge in his words, her heart racing faster. “You certainly know how to make it tempting,” she replied, tilting her head slightly as she searched his gaze. There was sincerity there, a depth that both frightened and excited her.

“Temptation is just the beginning,” Lewis replied, his voice low and confident, the heat radiating off him palpable as he held her gaze.

As she glanced back towards the festival's exit where her friends were, the atmosphere of excitement and uncertainty hung heavy in the air. Everything felt heightened, the world around them vibrating with energy that echoed the chemistry thrumming between her and Lewis.

“Alright,” she finally said, the thrill of choice igniting something within her. “I just need to tell the girls where I am going.”

With a swift glance into Lewis's captivating eyes, Melanie felt a rush of adrenaline as she turned toward her friends. They were all caught up in the vibrant chaos of post-performance exhilaration, laughter spilling from their lips as they planned their night. But as she stepped away from Lewis, a sense of longing tugged at her, an irresistible urge to remain close to him.

“Hey, guys!” she called out, her voice cutting through the din of music and chatter. Her friends turned towards her, curious expressions lighting their faces. “I’m heading out for a bit. I’ll catch up with you later!”

Their responses were almost drowned out by the pulsating beats of the music, but she caught snippets of surprise and playful teasing, encouragement laced in their words. “Ooh, where are you going?” one of her friends shouted, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Melanie shot them a smile, feeling a mix of excitement and mischief. “Just exploring a little,” she replied, shooting a quick glance back at Lewis, who was leaning casually against a nearby wall, his eyes fixed on her, a confident smirk lingering on his lips.

“Don’t have too much fun without us!” another friend called, laughter following the comment. Melanie felt the warmth of her friends’ camaraderie surround her, but it was Lewis’s presence that pulsed at the forefront of her thoughts, tempting her away from the safety of familiarity.

With a final wave, she pivoted back to Lewis, her heart racing faster than before. “Okay, I’m all yours,” she said with an inviting smile, a flicker of nervous excitement coursing through her as she took a step closer.

Lewis's expression shifted, the predatory glint in his eyes returning as he reached out, fingers brushing lightly along her arm. “Let’s go then,” he said, his voice low and enticing, the heat of his touch sending shivers down her spine. He turned, guiding her gently but firmly toward the hidden exit of the festival.

As they stepped into the night, the world around them transformed, the chaos of the festival fading behind them like a distant echo. The night air was cooler, a refreshing contrast to the heat that radiated between them. Stars twinkled above, vast and inviting, and the city lights shimmered in the distance, casting a soft glow against the darkened sky.

“Where to?” Melanie asked, her curiosity piqued as they walked side by side, the thrill of uncertainty a heady cocktail fueling her insatiable desire to explore.

Lewis paused, turning to face her, a playful glint in his eyes. “The villa I'm renting for the weekend,” he explained, pulling his phone from his pocket to read a message on the screen.

“My driver is here and security are waiting at the exit to escort us to the car,” Lewis continued, slipping his phone back into his pocket before taking Mel’s hand into his so he could lead her.

The ride over to his place was filled with feverish kisses and heated touches as the partition raised between them and the driver provided a little privacy.

When they arrived at the villa, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the air seemingly charged with electricity as they stepped out of the car. The luxurious facade of the villa loomed before them, illuminated by soft lights that flickered like stars in the night sky. It beckoned them inside, promising an escape from the outside world where they could be completely alone.

As they entered, Lewis closed the door behind them with a soft click, and the ambiance shifted. The music from the festival faded away, leaving a profound silence that hummed with possibility.

“You knew you were coming with me the second we locked eyes,” Lewis drawled into Melanie’s ear, his hand clasped around the back of her neck as he guided her through the sprawling house toward his bedroom situated at the furthest point.

“This fucking skirt,” Lewis snarled, swatting her ass and gripping it possessively, making her gasp. The combination of his rough touch and the urgency in his voice sent a rush of heat coursing through Melanie’s body, fueling the fire of desire that had been simmering between them since their chance encounter at Coachella.

“Lewis…,” she began, her voice a breathy whisper, a mix of excitement and protest. She turned her head to look at him, catching the raw intensity in his eyes. There was something primal about the way he moved, as if nothing else in the world mattered but the two of them.

He stopped outside the door to his bedroom, his grip tightening slightly as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “Don’t fight me on this. You’re mine tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending shivers racing down her spine.

Melanie felt her heart race in response to his commanding tone, a thrilling mix of apprehension and anticipation flooding her senses. “What if I don’t want to be yours?” she teased, trying to mask the overwhelming attraction she felt toward him.

His response was immediate. He pushed the door open and led her inside, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You wouldn't have come back here with me, you would’ve taken pleasure in leaving me back at Coachella.”

Lewis kicked the door shut behind them and pushed Melanie up against it, his body pressing against hers as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed over her curves, gripping her hips and pulling her flush against him. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the way she melted into his touch.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged pants as he stared down at her. "Let me own this perfect little body," he murmured, his voice a low growl.

Melanie's breath hitched as Lewis's words sent a surge of electricity through her body. His dominant tone and the possessive way he held her ignited a fire within her, a primal desire that demanded satisfaction. She knew she should resist, should maintain some semblance of control, but the temptation was too great.

"I'm not a possession, Lewis," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Yet even as she spoke the words, her body betrayed her, arching into his touch, craving more of his commanding presence.

His lips curled into a smirk, sensing her internal struggle. "No, you're not," he agreed, his hands sliding up her sides, fingers brushing the underside of her breasts. "You're a woman who knows what she wants, even if she's too stubborn to admit it."

He leaned in, his lips grazing her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "And right now, you want me,"

"You want me to claim you, to make you mine," Lewis continued, his voice a low, seductive purr. "You crave the dominance, the power, the raw, unbridled passion that only I can give you."

His hands moved to her hips, gripping them firmly as he ground his pelvis against hers, letting her feel the hard evidence of his desire. "I can see it in your eyes, Melanie. The hunger, the need. You're dying for me to fuck you, to possess you completely."

He captured her lips in another searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, claiming her, dominating her. His hands roamed her body, squeezing, caressing, leaving no inch unexplored.

Lewis's hands slid down to Melanie's thighs, gripping them tightly as he lifted her up, pressing her back against the door. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, craving the friction of his hardness against her core.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice husky with desire as he rocked his hips into hers. "Tell me you want me to fuck you, Melanie. Say the words."

His lips trailed along her jaw, down her neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He nipped at her pulse point, soothing the sting with his tongue, his hands squeezing her ass possessively as heb ground his length against her.

"I want to hear you beg for it," Melanie's body trembled with desire, her heart racing as Lewis's words and actions pushed her to the brink of surrender. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache for his touch growing unbearable. His dominant demeanor, his confident assertions, and the raw passion in his eyes were a potent combination that shattered her resolve.

"Fuck, Lewis," she gasped, her head falling back against the door as he continued his sensual assault. "I... I want you. I want you to fuck me, to claim me, to make me yours."

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scraping against his skin as she clung to him, her hips moving instinctively, seeking more contact, more friction. "Please," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation.

Lewis's eyes darkened with primal hunger at Melanie's desperate plea. A feral growl escaped his lips as he tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "That's my girl," he murmured approvingly, his voice thick with desire.

In one fluid motion, he carried her to the bed, tossing her onto the plush mattress. Melanie bounced slightly, her body splayed out on the bed. Lewis loomed over her, his gaze intense and possessive as he slowly unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops seeming to echo in the charged air.

"Open your legs,” he instructed.

Melanie hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared up at Lewis. The intensity in his eyes, the commanding tone of his voice, sent a shiver of excitement and apprehension through her. She knew that once she opened herself to him, there would be no turning back. He would consume her, body and soul, until she was utterly his.

But the desire burning within her was too strong to resist. With a trembling breath, Melanie slowly parted her legs, revealing the damp fabric of her thong beneath her skirt. Lewis's gaze darkened with lust as he took in the sight, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Who did you wear those for?” Lewis asked possessively. What they were in the midst of was the result of a chance encounter, the idea of her wearing such sexy lingerie for someone else igniting a fire of jealousy in him.

“Myself,” Melanie replied breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper as she searched his gaze, hoping to both quell the tension and fan the flames of his desire for her.

“Pull them aside and play with yourself,” Lewis instructed, his eyes drinknfnin her every movement.

Melanie's heart raced as she slowly slid her hand beneath the hem of her skirt, her fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her thong. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with Lewis's intense gaze, before hooking her fingers into the waistband and pulling the material aside, exposing her glistening folds to his hungry eyes.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she tentatively touched herself, her fingers parting her slick petals, revealing the throbbing bud of her clit. She circled the sensitive nub gently, her hips lifting slightly off the bed as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.

Lewis watched her with rapt attention, his pupils dilated with desire as he took in the erotic sight. His hand moved to his crotch, palming his erection through his pants, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his body.

"Your pussy is just as beautiful as I remember," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Spread it open and show it to me.”

Melanie's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal as she obeyed Lewis's command. With trembling fingers, she parted her slick folds, exposing her most intimate parts to his intense gaze. The cool air against her heated flesh sent a shiver down her spine, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

"Like this?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She felt vulnerable and exposed, yet the desire in Lewis's eyes emboldened her, urging her to continue.

"Just like that," Lewis praised, his voice a low growl. "Keep spreading yourself open for me. I want to see every inch of that pretty pussy."

He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head before discarding it to the floor, his eyes never leaving Melanie's glistening center.

Melanie's breath caught in her throat as Lewis revealed his chiseled torso, his muscles rippling beneath his smooth, dark skin. She had seen him shirtless before, but the sight never failed to take her breath away. His physique was a testament to the rigorous training and discipline he subjected himself to, both on and off the track.

As he stepped closer, Melanie's eyes were drawn to the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. Her heart raced with anticipation, knowing that soon she would feel his thick length filling her, stretching her, claiming her.

Lewis's fingers deftly unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops sending a thrill through Melanie's body. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down his hips along with his boxers, freeing his erection.

His massive cock sprang forth, long and thick, the tip glistening with a bead of precum. Melanie's eyes widened, a surge of desire coursing through her as she took in the sight of his impressive manhood. She could barely remember how he felt inside her, filling her completely, but her body seemed to have retained the memory, aching with a need only he could satisfy.

Lewis wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a slow pump as he stepped closer to the bed. Melanie's legs parted instinctively, her hips lifting slightly as she silently beckoned him closer.

"Is your pussy still as sweet as I remembered?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “Can I taste it?”

Melanie's heart raced as Lewis's words sent a surge of electricity through her body. The idea of his mouth on her most intimate parts, his tongue exploring her folds, was almost too much to bear. She nodded eagerly, her voice caught in her throat.

"Yes," she managed to whisper, her legs falling open wider in invitation. "Please, Lewis. Taste me."

Lewis's lips curled into a wicked grin as he climbed onto the bed, settling himself between Melanie's spread thighs. He leaned in, his breath hot against her slick flesh, and Melanie shuddered in anticipation.

His tongue flicked out, parting her folds and tasting her essence. Melanie gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as waves of pleasure washed over her.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring her with a hunger that stole her breath away. He lapped at her juices, his tongue circling her clit before sucking it gently into his mouth. Melanie cried out, her hips bucking against his face as the pleasure became almost unbearable.

"Lewis," she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Oh God, yes. Just like that."

He continued his assault, his tongue plunging in and out of her entrance, fucking her with a relentless rhythm. The sound of his muffled groans against her flesh only added to her arousal, knowing that he was enjoying her taste as much as she was reveling in his touch.

Melanie's legs began to tremble as Lewis's tongue worked its magic, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, her inner muscles clenching around his invading tongue.

"Yes, Lewis," she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. "Don't stop. I'm... I'm going to..."

Her words trailed off into a scream of ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing with the force of her release. Lewis held her hips steady, his tongue lapping at her juices as she rode out the waves of pleasure, drawing out her climax until she was a boneless, satisfied mess.

As Melanie came down from her high, Lewis crawled up her body, his lips and chin glistening with her essence. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

"You taste even better than I remembered," Lewis murmured against her lips, his voice husky with desire. He reached between their bodies, gripping his hard length and positioning it at her entrance.

Melanie gasped as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her, still sensitive from her orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on, eager to feel him inside her once more.

"Fuck me, Lewis," Melanie begged, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking his penetration.

Lewis groaned at her words, his control snapping. With a powerful thrust, he plunged into her, filling her completely. Melanie cried out, her nails digging into his back as she stretched around his thickness.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into her with a fierce intensity that stole her breath away. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps of pleasure.

"Yes," Melanie cried, her legs tightening around his waist. "Harder, Lewis. Fuck me harder!"

Lewis obliged, his hips moving like a piston, driving into her with all the force and passion that had been building between them. The bed shook beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall in a rhythmic tattoo.

Melanie's body tensed, her orgasm building rapidly. She could feel Lewis thickening inside her, his movements becoming erratic as he neared his own release.

"Cum for me, Melanie," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "Cum all over my cock, make a mess.”

Lewis's words pushed Melanie over the edge, her body convulsing as another powerful orgasm tore through her. She screamed his name, her inner muscles clamping down around his shaft, milking him for all he was worth.

Steadfast on holding out, Lewis pulled himself from Melanie flipping her onto her stomach.

Melanie gasped as Lewis flipped her onto her stomach, her heart racing with anticipation. She felt his strong hands gripping her hips, lifting her ass into the air as he positioned himself behind her.

"Lewis..." she breathed, her voice muffled by the pillow. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

“Keep looking at me,” he groaned, using his hands to spread her open as the tip of his cock rested feverishly against her entrance.

Lewis's eyes locked with Melanie's as he slowly pushed his hips forward, his thick shaft sinking into her slick heat inch by inch. Melanie's mouth fell open in a silent moan, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she savored the feeling of being filled so completely.

"Open your eyes," Lewis commanded, his voice low and husky. "I want to see you, Melanie. I want to see the pleasure on your face as I fuck you."

Melanie's eyes snapped open, her gaze meeting his as he began to move. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto his cock as he thrust forward, setting a deep, penetrating rhythm.

The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper, his pelvis grinding against her ass with each powerful thrust. Melanie's hands fisted in the sheets, her body rocking back to meet his, lost in the primal dance of their lovemaking.

"Touch yourself," Lewis growled, his eyes flicking down to where their bodies joined.

Melanie hesitated for a moment before reaching beneath her, her fingers finding her clit and circling the sensitive bud in time with Lewis' thrusts.

The pleasure was overwhelming—a sweet, intoxicating blend of sensation that sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. Lewis's deep, commanding voice wrapped around her mind and propelled her into a frenzy of desire. Each thrust filled her with fire, igniting her senses and making her crave the raw connection they were sharing.

"That's it, baby," Lewis encouraged, his voice thick with lust. "Just like that. Show me how much you want it."

Melanie's fingers danced over her sensitive clit, matching the rhythm of his powerful strokes. The pressure was mounting, a sweet tension coiling in her core as Lewis's cock pushed deeper inside her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze burning into her soul.

"You're so tight," he growled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I can't get enough of you."

The words sent a shiver of excitement down Melanie's spine, fueling her hunger for him. She could feel the steam rising in the room, their bodies slick and glowing with sweat as they lost themselves in the pleasure of the moment.

"Harder, Lewis," she breathed out, her voice muffled by the fabric of the pillow. "I want to feel you deeper."

He complied instantly, driving into her with a savage intensity that sent shockwaves of pleasure through Melanie. The sound of their bodies clashing filled the room, a primal symphony of desire that echoed off the walls.

"Fuck, yes." Lewis's voice was low and rough, each word a command that sent her spiraling further into ecstasy. "You're perfect, just like this."

Melanie's mind raced with sensations, her body responding to Lewis's every movement, every thrust. She could feel the knot tightening as she moved her fingers faster against her clit, chasing the sweet release that felt so close yet so far as he pounded into her.

"Cum for me, Melanie," he urged, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Give in to it. Let go."

With a cry of his name escaping her lips, Melanie succumbed to the urge, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body trembled, and she pressed against him, clenching around his cock as the pleasure rolled through her in waves.

"That’s it! Yes!" Lewis roared, his own release following closely behind as her pulsating walls milked him, coaxing him into his own climax. The sensation sent him over the edge, filling her with warmth as he surged deep inside her, their bodies intertwining in the most intimate of dances.

As their breaths began to slow, Melanie collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent yet thoroughly satisfied. Lewis pulled out slowly, a soft groan escaping his lips as he held her, stroking her hair as they both caught their breath.

“Come here,” Lewis murmured as he reached for Melanie’s sated body, pulling her on top of him as his other hand skillfully pulled out the tie that secured her hair allowing it to cascade over his chest.

Melanie nestled against him, her heart still racing as she savored the warmth of his skin beneath her. The chaotic world outside faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of them intertwined in the aftermath of their passion, a cocoon of intimacy that felt both electrifying and comforting.

"What just happened?" she whispered, a mixture of disbelief and wonder filling her voice. It was as if the world had shifted in a single moment, the gravity of their connection bending time and space.

Lewis chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing lazy circles along her bare back. "What do you think happened?" he asked, his tone teasing yet sincere, a mischievous glint in his eyes that made her smile.

"I think we just crossed a line again," Melanie replied, a playful lilt to her voice despite the profound realization setting in. She met his gaze, her expression serious as she searched for answers. "What are we doing, Lewis?"

His expression turned contemplative, the playful banter giving way to sincerity. "I don’t know, honestly," he admitted, his eyes locking with hers. "But I know that I want you, Melanie.”

“Only for the moment,” Melanie whispered, uncertainty swirling within her.

[caterwaulingprincess]

[evcrmoresworld]

Golden hour ۶ৎ

upcoming series

This will include fmc who is oc as well as her brother being an oc

warnings! smut, mentions of cheating, toxic parenting, and body shaming.

This will be a slowburn.

Description.

When 22-year-old Sabrina arrives at her family’s secluded Mediterranean villa for a post-university break, she’s overwhelmed by the pressure to figure out her future and haunted by the feeling that everyone else already has. Things get even more complicated when her older brother, Sam, a rising football star, shows up with his charming teammate and best friend, Kylian.

Kylian is off-limits. Sweet, grounded, and completely irresistible.

As long days melt into hot, restless nights, a forbidden connection begins to simmer, one that threatens to shatter sibling trust, stir family tensions, and upend Sabrina's carefully guarded heart. But in a summer where everything is uncertain, maybe love is the only thing worth risking.

[anita-tyler]

Still a good girl

[enchanted-moura]

I have noticed many times that when you put on a beautiful evening dress, do excellent makeup and comb your hair in the best salon in town, you can't count on any romantic adventure. Men will look at you with a searching gaze, but through you, and only in the eyes of women will there be something that can reward you for all this fuss

-Casual, Oksana Robski

[purplebass]

2023 books - happy place by emily henry

It doesn't matter how busy life's been, how long the five of us have gone without seeing one another: meeting at the cottage is like pulling on a favourite sweatshirt, worn to perfection. Time doesn't move the same way when we're there. Things change, but we stretch and grow and make room for one another. Our love is a place we can always come back to, and it will be waiting, the same as it ever was.

You belong here.

[stuffmywifelikes]

The Male Gaze

[szariahwroteit]

Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Orginal Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 1

Although Victoria lived and breathed ballet, her passion could not overshadow the toll the art form exacted on her body and soul. The rigorous discipline of dance had transported her halfway across the globe, where she faced myriad challenges as a young woman striving to discover her identity while navigating the complexities of life.

“Perfection!” exclaimed Margaux, the esteemed choreographer of the dance company, her eyes scrutinizing every movement as she observed the dancers performing their routine with acute precision.

As Tori glided across the polished wooden floor, her thighs burned with exertion and her arms felt weighty, a testament to the countless hours of practice. Each leap and pirouette required immense concentration, her breath coming in quick, shallow wafts as she focused intently on maintaining her form. The crescendo of the music reverberated through the studio, guiding her movements toward the grand finale of the dance.

“¡Excelente!” Margaux called out, her accent thick and voice bright with enthusiasm as she applauded, pivoting on the balls of her feet with infectious energy. As Tori and the other dancers approached their belongings, fatigue lingered in their limbs, but a shared glow of accomplishment shone in their eyes, a silent acknowledgement of the artistry they had poured into their performance.

“I'm so tired,” Tori huffed as she took a seat beside her bag, pulling her pointe shoes from her feet before stretching them, letting out a groan of relief as her toes finally escaped the confines of the tight-fitting shoes. “I didn’t think today’s rehearsal would be so intense.”

“Are you coming to the gala tonight?” one of the other dancers asked as she turned to look at Tori, who sat on the floor with her legs stretched out in front of her.

Tori nodded her head, tiredness lacing her voice. “I think Margaux would banish me if I didn't. She’s been talking about it all week.”

With the end of the calendar year came the festive season, and to celebrate the dance company's success, they hosted a Christmas gala. An event that had been the talk of the studio for the last week or so.

As a newcomer to the company, this would be Tori’s first time attending, but from what she'd heard, it was a night of glamour, laughter, and celebration—a chance for the dancers to let loose and enjoy the fruits of their hard work before they headed back to their respective parts of the world for the holidays.

As a fresh face within the company, Tori was buzzing with excitement for her inaugural event. She had heard whispers about the night—a dazzling affair filled with glamour, laughter, and the vibrant energy of celebration. It was an opportunity for the dancers, who had invested so much passion and dedication, to let their hair down and revel in the rewards of their hard work before embarking on their journeys back to various corners of the globe for the holiday season.

Even though the company was based in the enchanting Spanish capital, its talented dancers hailed from across the world. For Tori, her roots were firmly planted in Atlanta, Georgia, a city known for its soul and hospitality.

This new chapter in her life promised not only the thrill of performance but also the chance to forge connections and make her mark.

From a young age, Tori had always dreamed of dancing around the world, each twirl and leap filled with the promise of adventure. When the opportunity finally arose to pursue those dreams in the vibrant city of Madrid nearly nine months ago, she embraced it with an open heart and mind.

After a long week of rehearsals and teaching her classes to the young dancers within the company, all Tori wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep the entire weekend away, but duty called.

With weary legs that ached from hours of practice, Victoria finally stepped out of the dance studio, her mind momentarily distracted from the task of arranging the contents of her bag that hung heavily from her shoulder. Just then, the sound of a playful swat rang out as Mia, one of the other dancers, landed a playful hit on her butt while darting past her.

"Have you picked out a dress for tonight?" Mia teased, a sly smirk curving her lips, her rich Spanish accent infusing a rhythm into her words as she matched Tori’s brisk pace.

“I’m still deciding,” Tori replied with a weary yet warm smile. She reached for the hair tie that had held her bun in a tight grip throughout the day, releasing it with a gentle tug. Her dark hair tumbled freely over her shoulders, cascading down her back in soft waves that caught the light as she moved.

“Whatever you decide, I know you will look absolutely stunning,” Mia declared with a beaming smile, planting a quick kiss on Tori’s cheek before darting away down a corridor lined with glass-panelled dance studios, the sounds of music and laughter spilling out into the hall.

As the chill of the evening air nipped at her skin, Victoria pulled up the zipper on her cozy puffer jacket, bracing herself for the brisk ten-minute walk back to her apartment.

Slipping her headphones in, she pressed play, allowing Sza’s smooth, soulful voice to wash over her, surrounding her as she began her journey home.

Tori loved that everything from her favourite shopping location to the studio was all within walking distance; the proximity meant that there was so much of the city she still had yet to explore.

As Tori stepped through the door of her sleek apartment, she let out a contented sigh, the familiar scent of home wrapping around her like a warm embrace. She quickly kicked off her Chanel sneakers, the soft thud echoing slightly in the quiet space. With a tug, she pulled off her coat, sliding it onto a nearby hook before making her way into the kitchen.

The cool, polished surfaces gleamed under the soft glow of the overhead lights as she opened the refrigerator door, the chill washing over her as reached for a bottle of water, the condensation forming small beads on the glass, and grabbed a bag of potato chips from the pantry.

With her small feast in hand, Tori moved to the living room, where the inviting couch beckoned her. The space was adorned with plush cushions and soft hues, perfect for unwinding. As she settled in, wrapping a soft, cozy blanket around herself, the weight of the day began to lift. She could feel her eyelids growing heavy, an irresistible tide of fatigue sweeping over her.

Determined to catch a few hours of rest before the excitement of the night unfolded, she grabbed her phone and hastily set an alarm. Snuggling deeper into the blanket, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift into slumber, the festivities that awaited her at the forefront of her mind.

A few hours later, Tori awoke to the soft chime of her alarm, the sound gently pulling her from the depths of slumber. She blinked against the soft glow of her apartment, momentarily disoriented but quickly reminded of the gala. A rush of adrenaline surged through her as she swung her legs over the side of the couch, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

After a quick shower, Tori stood in front of her closet, her heart fluttering as she pulled out her dress options for the evening. Both fabrics felt luxurious against her skin, but there was something about the black option that drew her to it.

Tori chose a stunning black dress that exuded elegance with its halter neckline and a daring deep V-cut that beautifully showcased her décolletage. The dress hugged her figure snugly, highlighting her graceful yet curvaceous silhouette, and cascaded down to the floor in a dramatic, flowing manner.

To complete her ensemble, Tori adorned herself with a selection of shimmering bracelets that caught the light with every movement and carried a chic small Saint Laurent handbag that added a touch of luxury. The overall effect was a remarkable blend of sophistication and allure.

Given the intricate design of her dress, Tori opted for a more understated approach with her hair, styling it simply to allow the dress to take centre stage. Her makeup was minimal and fresh, enhancing her natural features without overwhelming her look. She finished her outfit with a pair of Rene Caovilla heels, their intricate detailing elevating her appearance and adding a final touch of glamour.

Not only did Tori look good, but after napping for a few hours and taking her time to prepare for the evening ahead, she felt it too.

Tori slipped on her coat and grabbed her purse before booking a cab. She locked her apartment door and made her way down to the lobby.

Her heels clicked against the polished marble floor of the building as she stepped into the elevator. Tori felt a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling within her. The anticipation of the gala was palpable, and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of celebrating with her fellow dancers.

As the elevator doors opened, she stepped out into the cool evening air, the city lights twinkling like stars against the darkening sky. Tori hailed a cab, her heart racing as she slid into the back seat. The driver nodded and pulled away from the curb, weaving through the bustling streets of Madrid.

The ride felt both quick and slow, each passing moment heightening her anticipation. Tori gazed out the window, watching the vibrant city pass by, the festive decorations illuminating the streets. She could already hear the distant sounds of music and laughter as they approached the venue.

When the cab finally came to a stop, Tori took a deep breath, her heart pounding with excitement. She stepped out and was immediately enveloped by the lively atmosphere. The venue was a grand building adorned with twinkling lights and elegant decorations, a perfect setting for the gala.

As she walked toward the entrance, Tori spotted familiar faces among the crowd. Dancers from the company mingled, their laughter ringing out like music. She felt a rush of warmth as she recognized Mia, who was chatting animatedly with a group of dancers.

“Tori!” Mia called out, her voice bright and welcoming. She rushed over, her own outfit sparkling under the lights. “You made it! You look absolutely stunning!”

“Thanks, Mia! You look incredible too!” Tori replied, her nerves easing as she embraced her friend.

“Come on, let’s get inside! The night is just beginning!” Mia exclaimed, grabbing Tori’s hand and leading her through the entrance.

Inside, the atmosphere was electric. The grand hall was filled with elegantly dressed guests, the air buzzing with excitement. A live band played soft music in the corner, and the scent of delicious food wafted through the air. Tori felt a thrill of joy as she took in the scene, her heart swelling with gratitude for being part of this vibrant community.

As they made their way through the crowd, Tori spotted Margaux, the choreographer, chatting with a few dancers. She felt a flutter of nerves at the thought of approaching her, but Mia encouraged her with a gentle nudge.

“Let’s go say hi!” Mia urged, and together they approached Margaux.

“Ladies!” Margaux greeted them with a warm smile. “You both look fabulous tonight! I’m so proud of the hard work you’ve put in this season.”

“Thank you, Margaux!” Tori replied, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her stomach. “It’s an honour to be part of this company.”

As the night unfolded, Tori found herself swept up in the festivities. She danced, laughed, and mingled with her fellow dancers, each moment filled with joy and camaraderie. The worries and fatigue from the week melted away, replaced by the exhilaration of celebration.

At one point, Tori stepped outside onto a balcony to catch her breath. The cool night air felt refreshing against her skin, and she leaned against the railing, taking in the stunning view of the city. The lights of Madrid twinkled like stars, and she felt a sense of peace wash over her.

“Enjoying the view?” a voice interrupted her thoughts. Tori turned to see a fellow dancer, Lucas, leaning against the railing beside her. He wore a charming smile, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“Madrid is a beautiful city,” Tori agreed, returning his smile as she glanced back at the dazzling skyline before them. “It’s hard to believe I’ve been here for almost nine months now. Sometimes it feels like a dream.”

Lucas chuckled softly, his eyes reflecting the warm glow of the city lights. “I know what you mean. This place can be both exhilarating and overwhelming. But tonight, we’re here to celebrate, right?”

“Absolutely!” Tori exclaimed, feeling her heart lift at the thought. She took a moment to appreciate the energy around them—attendees laughing and mingling, the music spilling out from the venue, and the festive decorations that adorned every corner.

“Have you had a drink yet?” Lucas asked, tilting his head slightly, his expression suggestive.

“Not yet,” Tori confirmed. 

“Please go and change that, this is a night to celebrate all of our hard work,” ushering Tori inside, Lucas playfully pushed her in the direction of the bar before he was pulled into a conversation by another dancer leaving her alone in the pursuit of a drink.

As Tori made her way through the crowd, the rhythm of the music pulled her along, excitement bubbling in her stomach. She spotted the bar just across the expansive room, with a sleek surface shining under the warm golden lights. The buzz of laughter and chatter surrounded her, and she felt a tingle of anticipation for the night's festivities. 

Navigating through the throngs of elegantly dressed guests, Tori finally reached the bar. She leaned against the polished counter, ready to place her order. The bartender approached, giving her a friendly smile as he raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. 

“What can I get you?” he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

“Could I have a glass of Prosecco, please?” Tori replied, feeling her nerves vanish with the anticipation of the bubbles teasing her palate.

Just as the bartender poured her drink, someone bumped into her, the abruptness sending a jolt through her. Before she could react, she felt the cold splash of liquid hit her cleavage. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Jude rushed as he quickly grabbed a pile of napkins from the bar forcing them into Tori’s hands. He hadn't seen her as she stepped behind him, but he felt terrible as he watched the remains of his drink meander down her chest and drip from the saturated silk of her dress. 

Tori's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing as the cool liquid seeped into the fabric against her skin. The bar's dim light danced off the shimmering material, accentuating every curve of her silhouette. She looked down at the mess, then back up at the man, who was fumbling with the napkins like a frantic child. 

“It’s... it’s fine,” she managed, though her voice was softened with embarrassment. “I’ve got it.”

Jude ran a hand through his hair, his gaze flicking nervously to her chest, the way the silk clung to it before she turned on her heels and rushed in the direction of the restrooms. 

Cautiously following behind her, Jude watched as she stepped out to the party into the hall, her heels echoing against the floor as she sauntered into the ladies' room. 

Waiting outside for her to return, Jude pushed his hands into his pockets as leaned against the wall, using the moment alone to decompress from all of the conversations he’d been pulled into since arriving at the event. 

If Jude were to be completely honest, he would confess that he knew little to nothing about ballet. His identity was firmly rooted in the world of football, a sport that filled his heart with passion and purpose. 

Tonight, however, he found himself in unfamiliar territory, dragged along by his team's public relations staff. As a key player in Real Madrid’s starting eleven, he understood that public engagements were an essential aspect of his role, just as crucial as the rigorous conditioning he undertook to keep his body at peak performance.

He'd been asked to attend in support of a cause he knew very little about, but in the moment all he cared about was writing a wrong and ensuring he hadn't ruined someone's night and dress. 

When the woman returned her dress looked as good as new, albeit the napkins she still used to dab at the material. 

Tori emerged from the restroom, her cheeks still flushed but her expression more composed. She had managed to clean up the worst of the spill, and the silk of her dress now glimmered under the dim lights, though the remnants of Jude's drink still clung to the edges of her neckline. She caught sight of Jude leaning against the wall, his posture relaxed but his eyes betraying a hint of concern.

“See? All better,” she said, attempting to lighten the mood as she dabbed at the last few spots with the napkin. “I think I’ll survive.”

Jude let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, a sheepish smile breaking across his face. “I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to—”

“Spill your drink all over me?” Tori interjected with a pout. “It’s okay. I’ve had worse things happen at parties.”

“Still, I feel terrible,” he replied, running a hand through his tousled hair again. “I should’ve been more careful.”

Tori waved her hand dismissively, her confidence still dwindling but slowly returning as she stood in the presence of the handsome stranger. “Honestly, it’s fine. I managed to get most of it cleaned. Besides, I doubt anyone will notice.” She glanced around the bustling venue, her eyes bright and glistening.

Jude raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “I’ll still know, at least let me have it cleaned professionally.”

“Thanks,” Tori said, her heart warming at his chivalry. “But honestly, it's fine…. I didn't catch your name.”

Tori studied the man's face, an unsettling sense of familiarity coming over her. His features were striking yet elusive; she could see the chiselled lines of his jaw and the way his dark tapered curls seemed uniform and perfectly in place. Despite her mind dancing through the roster of dancers she knew—none of whom matched him—something about him tugged at her memory. There was an intensity in his piercing gaze that hinted he belonged somewhere significant, but where that was remained just out of reach in her mind.

“Jude,” he said with a warm smile, extending his hand toward her. “And you are?”

“Tori,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I'm a dancer here, have we met before? You look familiar but I can't place it.”

“No, I think I’d remember meeting you Tori,” Jude replied. “But as for me being familiar, maybe that's why,” he smirked as he pointed behind Tori to a banner that hung across the ceiling and there he was, accompanied by three other men all dressed in the same white and gold jerseys. 

“You’re a soccer player?” Victoria asked curiously, her lack of knowledge surrounding who he was only adding to Jude's amusement. 

“You could say that, although where I’m from we prefer the term “football”.” he explained. 

Tori laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Right, of course! I should have guessed. I’m not really into sports, but I’ve heard soc—football is huge out here. You guys are kind of a big deal, aren’t you?”

Jude chuckled, a hint of modesty in his demeanor. “We try our best. It’s a team effort, really. But tonight, I’m just here to support a good cause and, apparently, to make a mess of things.”

“Hey, it could have happened to anyone,” Tori reassured him, her smile warm. “And at least you weren’t a dickhead about it.”

Jude laughed, the tension easing between them. “I appreciate that. I’ll take ‘not a dickhead’ as a win for the night.”

Tori grinned, feeling more at ease. “So, what brings you to a ballet gala? I assume it’s not your usual scene?”

“Honestly? I was dragged here by my team, if I’m not mistaken we worked with the company this year.” he admitted, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. “Optics I guess.”

“Well, you’re doing a great job so far,” Tori said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’ve already made quite the impression.”

“Let’s hope it’s a good one,” Jude replied, his gaze steady on her. “And what about you? How did you end up in Madrid dancing with this company?”

Tori took a moment to gather her thoughts, her heart swelling with pride as she spoke. “I’ve always dreamed of dancing professionally somewhere other than where I’m from, and when the opportunity came to join this company, I jumped at it. It’s been a whirlwind experience, but I love every minute of it. The culture, the people, the passion—it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“That’s inspiring,” Jude said, genuinely impressed.  Despite their different career paths, it was evident their stories held similarities. “I can’t imagine the dedication it takes to pursue something like that.”

“It’s definitely not easy,” Tori admitted, her expression turning contemplative. “But then again I can’t imagine being an athlete is a walk in the park.”

“It isn’t, but I love football,” Jude admitted. 

“The things we do for love, right?” Tori laughed making Jude do the same. 

The shared laughter felt like a soft thread stitching them closer together, and Tori felt a delightful thrill buzzing through her. Just as she was gathering the courage to delve deeper into their conversation, Mia appeared at her side, radiant and full of energy.

“There you are!” Mia exclaimed, her annoyance cloaked in the brightness of her smile. “I was looking for you everywhere! We need to dance, Tori! Now!”

Before Tori could respond, Mia whisked her away, dragging her back into the heart of the event where the music pulsed like a living entity. Tori turned her head back toward Jude, and for a split second, their eyes locked, each feeling a spark of interest. But Mia's infectious energy swept her away entirely.

“Tori,” Jude murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he observed the scene unfolding before him. A girl with a radiant smile and a bubbly personality gently pulled Tori away, her laughter ringing out like a joyful melody. Jude’s gaze lingered on Tori, captivated by the way her eyes sparkled with delight and the warmth of her smile that illuminated the space around her. The energy she radiated was magnetic, filling the air with a sense of carefree joy that made him long to understand the source of her exuberance. He couldn’t help but feel drawn to her, his curiosity deepening as he watched.

“You know her?” Kylian smirked knowingly as he checked the time on his wristwatch, his eyes following in the same direction as his teammate. 

Whoever she was, she was beautiful and definitely his type. However, Kylian could tell from the interaction he observed across the room that Jude had already taken a liking to her. As competitive as he was, he wasn’t the kind of guy to step on anyone’s toes. 

“No, she’s a dancer here,” Jude replied, his voice still low, as if he were afraid to break the spell that Tori seemed to cast over him.

Kylian raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “Are you going to get to know her? She's beautiful.”

Jude nodded, his eyes still fixed on Tori as she spun around, her laughter ringing out like music as she playfully danced with the same girl that had stolen her earlier. “Yeah, she is,” he said, a hint of admiration creeping into his voice.

Kylian chuckled, nudging Jude teasingly. “You should go and talk to her.”

But instead of moving forward, Jude remained rooted in place, watching Tori through the crowds of people enjoying the night. He felt an inexplicable pull to her, a desire to know more about the passionate spirit behind her smiles and laughter. She danced freely, her movements fluid and alive, each twirl a reflection of her commitment to her craft. It excited him, to see someone so deeply engaged in what they loved. 

The evening continued to unfold around them—there were mingling groups, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of music guiding each heartbeat within the grand venue. Jude’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, each pulling him in a different direction. But he found comfort in simply observing her from a distance, letting her joyous energy wash over him.

However, as the night drew on and the crowd began to thin, he noticed Tori’s demeanor shift slightly. She began scanning the surroundings, an almost hesitant look crossing her face. The sparkle in her eyes dimmed just a fraction as she glanced down at her phone, then around to the curb outside where cabs occasionally pulled up, but there didn't seem to be one in sight.

Jude's instinct kicked in. This beautiful dancer, so full of life just moments ago, now appeared a bit lost and alone. He began to weigh his options despite his earlier hesitation. He could easily approach her, but would that be appropriate now? There was still a certain barrier that held him back. But as he watched her, thoughts of lost opportunities and possible regret flashed through his mind—a thought he couldn’t dismiss.

It was easy to walk away, to let her drift into the night when she seemed perfectly content within her circle of friends. But this chance felt too potent to let go.

Not wasting another moment, Jude pushed off the bar, his heart racing with a heady mix of determination. He made his way through the retreating crowd until he reached the door and stepped outside. There, he spotted Tori standing under a streetlight, her figure highlighted against the backdrop of the bustling street. 

“Tori!” Jude called out, the cold night air surrounding his words with a warmth of intent.

She turned, her expression brightening as she saw him. “Jude! Hi!” Her smile was genuine and tugged at something deep within him. “What’s up?”

“I was just about to reach out and see if you needed a ride home,” he offered, nodding toward the street where a few cabs were beginning to crawl past picking up the other attendees of the nights events. “You’ve been patiently waiting for one, haven’t you?.”

Tori’s expression of surprise quickly morphed into a look of consideration. “That’s really sweet of you, but I don’t want to impose. It’s so nice of you to offer.”

“It's no imposition, I promise. Besides, I'd hate for you to wait out here alone for too long, especially if it gets any colder.” He offered her a reassuring smile, hoping it conveyed that she could trust him. They had shared a light connection earlier, and he wanted to explore the possibility of fostering it further. 

She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip as she considered his words. Finally, she relented, her shoulders relaxing. “Alright, if you’re sure. That would be amazing.”

They made their way to the curb, where Jude quickly called for his chauffeur, who pulled up in a sleek black car moments later. As they approached, Tori’s eyes widened a little, intrigued by the luxury of the vehicle. 

“You really are a big deal, aren’t you?” she teased playfully, her smile blooming once more. 

Jude chuckled, shaking his head. “Not really. A guy with a good job. Besides, I guess you could say I’m just making sure I return the favor after ruining your night.” 

“Fair point,” Tori replied with a laugh. 

He opened the door, and Tori slid into the seat, tucking her dress carefully as she did. Jude followed suit, closing the door behind him and settling in. The interior was plush and inviting, the soft ambient lights casting a warm glow as the driver began to pull away from the venue.

“Wow, this is really nice. Very different from any other transport I’ve taken tonight,” she admitted, looking around with amused curiosity.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Jude said with a wink. “So, what’s it like being part of a ballet company? You must have stories.”

Tori leaned back, her enthusiasm ignited by the conversation. “Honestly, it’s incredible! The dedication, the relationships—there's always something new to learn. Each performance isa fruition of not only my work but also the efforts of everyone around me. The energy we share on stage is something magical.”

As she spoke, Jude watched her, captivated by the way her eyes lit up. With each word, he felt himself drawn in further, wanting to know not just about her life as a dancer but who she truly was beyond the stage. 

“What about you?” Tori countered, her gaze shifting to him. “Life as a professional athlete must be exciting. Do you enjoy it?”

“I do,” Jude replied, allowing himself to relax as he shrugged off the more serious demeanor he tended to adopt at public events. “It’s a mix of pressure and joy. I love thrill of competition, the adrenaline—it’s intoxicating. But it’s not all glamour; the hard work is relentless and sometimes lonely. I admire you for your dedication; it’s admirable to create something so beautiful with your body.”

Tori smiled, a hint of shyness coloring her cheeks. “Thank you, that means a lot. It’s getting to that beauty and artistry that can be exhausting. You really have to push yourself beyond the limits sometimes.”

Jude nodded, intrigued. “What made youchoose dancing?”

After a brief moment of contemplation, Tori replied, “I don't think I've ever loved anything more.” 

Jude and Tori spoke the entire journey to her apartment, the conversation flowing effortlessly between them. They shared stories about their childhoods, their families, and the paths that led them to their respective careers. Tori spoke of her early days in Atlanta, where she first discovered her love for dance, and how she had always dreamed of performing on grand stages. Jude shared anecdotes from his youth, the thrill of kicking a ball around with friends, and the moment he realized he wanted to pursue football professionally.

As they approached Tori's apartment building, the conversation shifted to their aspirations. Tori expressed her desire to choreograph her own pieces one day, to create something that resonated with others on a deeper level. Jude, in turn, spoke of his hopes to leave a legacy in football, to be remembered not just for his skills on the pitch but for his contributions off it as well.

When they arrived, Jude stepped out first and opened the door for Tori, who smiled at the gesture. “Thank you for the ride, Jude. I really enjoyed our conversation.”

“Me too,” he replied, his gaze lingering on her. “I’m glad I ran into you tonight. It was a pleasant surprise.”

Tori felt a flutter in her chest at his words. “Likewise,” she said, her tone softening. The warmth radiating from their shared moment felt electric, and she wanted to hold onto it a little longer. 

As they stood there in front of her apartment, the night air wrapped around them, a slight chill blending with the heat of their conversation. Tori toyed nervously with the straps of her handbag, the silent anticipation fostering a palpable tension between them. 

“What’s next for you?” Jude asked, leaning casually against the wall beside her, his eyes searching hers.

“I’ll probably just crash. It’s been a long day,” Tori sighed, already feeling the weight of her body knowing it would soon be seeking rest. "But I’m excited for rehearsal tomorrow. We’ve got a big performance coming up in the spring that we’ve already started rehearsals for.”

“Is that so?” Jude tilted his head, a smirk forming on his lips. “What’s the performance about?”

“It's a classic piece, really. A mix of dramatic storytelling set to beautiful music. The choreography is breathtaking," she shared, her passion radiating ever so present. “You should come and see it sometime, if you’re interested. I can get you tickets.”

Jude's heart raced at the thought, the prospect of witnessing her dance igniting a flicker of excitement within him. “I’d love that,” he said earnestly. “Just let me know when.”

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the surrounding city seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in the spotlight of their conversation. Tori felt a flutter in her stomach – a blend of nerves and intrigue that coursed through her. She took a small step closer, feeling emboldened by the connection they had fostered.

Jude’s expression softened, the magnetic pull between them crackling through the air. “Well, since I’m clearly no good at keeping my drinks to myself, maybe I should stay away.” His teasing brought a light laugh from Tori, easing the air between them.

“I’ll just have to be careful around you, then,” she said playfully.

Jude chuckled, the sound low and rich as he took a step closer and looked down into her expressive eyes.

In that moment, the tension shifted, and without thinking, Jude gently cupped Tori’s face, hesitating slightly as he read her expression. It was infused with a blend of surprise and something that looked like desire. The space between them felt charged, as though the universe had drawn them together for this very moment.

“Can I?” he mouthed softly, his voice barely a whisper, seeking her permission. 

Tori nodded, her heart racing, the remnants of their conversation swirling around them like a beautiful dance. 

Jude leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against hers in the softest of kisses, a tentative exploration that sent shivers down her spine. Her breath hitched in her throat as she leaned into him, deepening the kiss, feeling the warmth of his body meld against hers.

Jude felt a rush of warmth wash over him as Tori’s soft hand settled gently on the back of his neck. It was as if a current of electricity had surged through him, igniting every nerve ending. His hands instinctively found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as their lips met in a tender kiss.

As Tori pulled away, she felt her cheeks warm with a deep blush that betrayed her flustered emotions. Jude, undeterred, leaned in and pressed another soft kiss against her lips, his touch lingering just a moment longer. When he finally stood upright, he seemed to tower over her, his height making her feel both small and protected all at once. The intensity of his gaze mixed with the sweetness of the moment left her breathless.

“Thank you for getting me home,” Tori smiled sweetly up at Jude, her fingers brushing against his blazer-covered bicep. 

“Thank you for allowing me to,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “I wasn’t sure how tonight would go, but I’m really happy I met you.”

Tori’s heart fluttered at his words, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. “Me too. I didn’t expect to have such an incredible time, especially at my first gala. You made it special.”

Jude chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think we could make dinner sometime special too.”

Tori laughed a melodic sound that made Jude’s heart race. “I don't doubt it, but aren't you a super in-demand soccer player?”

“It’s football,” Jude corrected in amusement. “Which is exactly why a dinner together is necessary, I need to work that word out of your vocabulary.” 

“My bad, football,” Victoria smiled playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “But seriously, I’d like to have dinner with you. Just let me know when you’re free.”

“Perfect,” Jude said, his heart fluttering at her enthusiasm. “Are you free this weekend?”

“Is tomorrow good for you?” Tori asked feeling rather shy under Jude’s intense gaze and hating how enthusiastic she sounded. She could hardly believe how quickly the evening had unfolded, and the prospect of spending more time with him sent butterflies dancing in her stomach.

“Tomorrow sounds perfect,” Jude replied, a grin spreading across his face. “How about I pick you up at seven?”

“Seven it is,” Tori confirmed, her heart racing at the thought of their upcoming dinner. “I’ll be ready.”

As they stood there, the cold night air wrapped around them like a soft blanket, Tori felt a sense of comfort and excitement. She had never imagined that attending her dance companies end of year gala could lead to such a connection with someone like Jude. 

“Can I have a number to call you on, or do you want me to stand out here and shout your name?” Jude teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Tori laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I guess a number would be more effective,” she replied, pulling out her phone. She quickly pulled up her contact information and handed it to him. “There you go. Just promise you won’t forget to text me.”

“I promise,” Jude said, his voice earnest as he took her phone and saved her number. He handed it back with a smile that made her heart skip a beat. “I’m determined to get that S word out of your system.”

Tori grinned at his confidence, her heart racing at the thought of spending time with him in a intimate setting. Jude was captivating, with a charm that was both effortless and magnetic. She found herself wanting to learn more about him—the man behind the athlete. 

“You make it sound like a challenge,” she said, playfully arching an eyebrow at him. 

“Trust me, I thrive on challenges,” he replied, leaning closer as if to let her in on a secret. “Especially when they involve beautiful women.”

The way he spoke sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a warmth deep within her. She felt her heart race at the connection they shared, a thrill that was both exhilarating and terrifying. “Well, I’m sure I can hold my own when it comes to challenges,” Tori shot back, her voice teasing despite the butterflies flitting about in her stomach.

Jude's lips twitched into a smile, and he took a step closer, their bodies almost touching now. “I have no doubt about that. I can tell you’re a woman who knows what she wants.” He paused, his eyes locking onto hers with a burning intensity.

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breaking my silence. every time i see a pop culture reference in a book that is clearly meant to market the book to a fan base i physically gag!

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Lana Del Rey vibes | dark feminine aesthetic 💋

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Stuff My Wife Likes

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Girls Need Love: A Kylian Mbappè x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

For Giselle, her tendency toward pessimism was not merely a disposition; it served as a sturdy shield for her fragile heart. Each doubt and cynical thought acted as a protective barrier, carefully constructed to guard against the pain of disappointment and the vulnerability of hope.

In a world where glamour and ambition meet raw desire, Kylian Mbappé, the charismatic football superstar, and Giselle Anderson, a rising actress and model, cross paths at an extravagant engagement party thrown for a mutual friend. The air is thick with allure, laughter, and the promise of fleeting connections, but for Giselle, the night is a bittersweet reminder of the love she’s hesitant to embrace.

With each dazzling smile and flirtatious glance exchanged with Kylian, Giselle grapples with her inherent pessimism. For her, this cynicism is a fortress, meticulously built to protect her fragile heart from the sting of betrayal and disappointment. Yet, as the evening unfolds and their chemistry ignites, Kylian’s magnetic charm begins to erode her defenses, revealing a yearning for something deeper—a love she’s afraid to touch.

Girls Need Love.

Before we begin, this story is completely fictitious. All names, pictures and media used in the story is done only to enhance the reader experience.

Please note this is an erotic fiction, reader discretion is advised, reminding the reader of the text that there is graphic content in the text.

CHAPTER LIST

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28