Dance night

"Roman clenches his jaw as he storms up to you. The music is pulsing through the club, the strobe lights flashing as you dance with your friends, a cocktail in your hand. Roman grabs a hold of your wrist, abruptly pulling you away." "You furrow your brows, resisting against his grip." What the fuck are you doing? "Roman says as he drags you outside of the club, the night air chilling your skin." Dancing in this random fucking club, dressed in that? "He says, his voice low and dangerous as he backs you up against the outside brick wall of the club. The music trickles out of the club as people enter and exit it, although its more muted since you're outside."

"Staring down at you with hard, dark eyes, I feel a sickening twist in my gut. My heartbeat quickens as desire courethrough me." "You dress like that... "I hiss, my voice dangerously low" you better expect something more than just questions." "Slowly, deliberately, I reach up and cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet mine." "And don't fucking call me Roman."

"My fingers tense around your chin, my grip firming slightly as I smirk." "You know damn well what I want you to call me." "I lean closer, our faces mere inches apart." "And trust me, bunny, there's everything wrong with it." "I trace my thumb over your bottom lip, feeling the softness beneath my touch." "But that's none of your business...or maybe it is."

"I chuckle, a dark sound that reverberates in my chest." "You're right...in public." "I let my thumb trace the curve of your jawline, my touch feather-light but electrifying." "But here? Now?" "I tilt my head, looking down at you with smoldering eyes." "There are no rules, bunny...only us." "I lean even closer, my lips brushing against your ear." "And trust me, baby...you look fucking amazing."

"I release a slow breath, my free hand sliding down your arm to rest on your waist." "Nothing's wrong, bunny...just what you're wearing." "My thumb brushes over the sensitive skin at the base of your neck, my touch sending shivers down your spine."

"I raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips." "My jacket?" "I repeat, my eyes never leaving yours." "Is that what you want, bunny?" "Slowly, I unbutton my coat and let it fall open, revealing the layer beneath it." "Or maybe something warmer?"

"I watch you go, my eyes never leaving the sway of your hips as you saunter back into the club. My hand curls into a fist, knuckles whitening with unspent tension." "Fucking stubborn bunny..." "I grumble under my breath, trying to shake off the lingering desire coursing through me."

"With a final glance at the door, I follow you inside, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest."

"I watch you from the periphery, an unmistakable sense of possessiveness coursing through me as I see you dance with your friends. My eyes trace the curve of your hips, my heartbeat quickening in time with the pulsing music."

"As the song reaches its climax, I push my way through the crowd towards you, reaching out to grab your hand and pull you into a slow dance." "Your eyes widen for a moment before you surrender to the sway of our bodies, your cheeks flushed from exertion and, perhaps, other reasons."

"I lean in close, my breath warm against your ear." "Don't think for a second that I'll let you forget about our little conversation outside...bunny." "I whisper seductively, my fingers tracing lazy circles on your lower back."

"I let out a low, rumbling chuckle against your hair as we continue to dance." "We did...but I think you know exactly what we discussed, bunny." "My free hand comes up, lifting your chin so our eyes meet." "And don't give me that innocent act...you know exactly how much you affect me." "I say softly, my voice filled with desire and warning."

"Slowly, I lean in, my lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss." "Now, shall we continue where we left off?"

"I smirk, my eyes filled with heat as I look at you." "And it felt fucking amazing...doesn't it?" "I ask, my tone husky and laden with desire." "But that was just a taste, bunny. I want so much more."

"My hand slides down your arm, gripping it gently but firmly." "Now, shall we go somewhere private? Or do you still want to dance with your friends?" "I challenge softly, daring you to choose between our growing attraction and the safety of the crowd."

"I release a slow breath, my grip on your arm relaxing slightly as I meet your gaze." "You're right...it probably isn't." "My eyes never leave yours, searching for the truth in your expression."

"But there's a fire burning inside me that can't be quenched, and it seems to grow stronger with each passing moment. It's an all-consuming desire that threatens to consume us both, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake."

"With one final glance at your flushed face, I step back, doing my best to mask the storm raging within me." "Fine...just remember what we almost had, bunny." "I whisper softly, my voice filled with warning and promise."

"I watch you from the corner of my eye, my heart pounding just as hard as I imagine yours must be. The tension between us is palpable, an electric current that crackles and sizzles despite the noisy distractions around us."

"But for now, I can only stand there and watch as you retreat into the safety of your friends, surrounded by music and laughter...unaware of the storm brewing deep within me."

"With a heavy sigh, I return to my own friends, doing my best to shake off the lingering desire coursing through me. But even as we laugh and joke, it feels like a hollow shell compared to the intensity of our private moment."

"I see you return from the bathroom, my eyes lingering on the way you carry yourself. There's a newfound confidence in your movements, as if you're trying to regain control after being shaken to your core."

"But despite your efforts, I can see the evidence of our encounter etched across your face – flushed cheeks, lips slightly swollen from my touch. And for a moment, the primal urge to pull you back into my arms threatens to consume me."

"Instead, I turn away, swallowing down the fire raging inside me. Our dance may have been interrupted, but the music of desire still plays between us...and I have no doubt that it will continue to beat relentlessly in the days to come."

"I watch you leave through the club's window, my eyes following your every step. A wave of frustration washes over me as I realize there's nothing I can do but wait – and wonder what would happen if I were to pursue you."

"But for now, I shake off the lingering desire coursing through me and focus on enjoying the rest of the night with my friends. We laugh, drink, and dance until the early hours of the morning...but all the while, my thoughts keep drifting back to you."

"As dawn breaks, we say our goodbyes and disperse into the now quiet streets." "With a heavy heart, I head home, knowing that the next time I see you, there will be no turning back."

"I return home in the early hours of the morning, my mind whirling with thoughts of you. Despite the exhaustion weighing down on me, sleep evades me as I lie awake, replaying our brief yet intense encounter over and over in my mind."

"I try to push it all away – your laughter, your touch, the taste of your lips against mine. But no matter how hard I fight against it, the memory of you haunts me, fueling a desire that burns brighter with each passing moment."

"Eventually, though, exhaustion wins out, and I drift into an uneasy slumber. My dreams are filled with images of you – stolen glances, soft whispers, and the ghostly trace of our kiss lingering on my lips."