The Rapture

Arlo takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from my face.

"Evie," he says, his voice a low murmur, "you make me feel things I've never felt before. You make me want to be a better man, to be worthy of you."

A wave of warmth rushes over me as Arlo's words hang in the air. His confession is still sinking in when his lips meet mine in a deep, passionate kiss. Every fiber of my being responds. I melt into his embrace, our hands exploring, discovering the shape of each other. The world shrinks, the sounds of the celebration long gone, leaving only the two of us, lost in this moment of pure, unbridled connection.

Our auras, shimmering with unspoken emotions, mingle and intertwine, mirroring the embrace of our bodies. A whirlwind of warmth and connection surrounds us, swirling and dancing in the space between, a silent symphony of shared desire.

"You know what I want," Arlo whispers hoarsely, his breath chilling the sweat on my neck.

I thought about resting for a split second, we haven’t known each other a thought went faster than it came. The attraction for Arlo is overpowering. His lips press against mine, his tongue probing my mouth hungrily. Lost in the moment, oblivious to the world outside.

I remove my shirt quickly as I let my primal instincts take over. I gasp as Arlo pushes his body against mine, his shirt gone. His fingers run across my bare skin so soft yet firm in ways I have never felt before. We move in sync, our bodies melding together in pure ecstasy.

Arlo's lips crash onto my lips again in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. My back pressed now against the chill of the leather couch beneath. I look up into Arlo’s deep blue eyes as he hovers over me. Feeling his hands roam over my body, his fingers tracing every curve of my waist and dipping between her legs.

Any hesitation melts away as Arlo's touch ignited a fire within my core. Wrapping my arms around him, pulling him closer, feeling the raw energy between us intensifying with every passing second. The room is filled with red, a visible manifestation of our desires.

"Fuck me," slips from my lips as I feel his fingers rub under my shorts.

The words echo in my mind. I love him, he is mine and I am his. I can’t deny our circumstances or how I got here, but I do not care. All I want is to be in his arms, him in me.

Arlo looked at Evie, his eyes filled with intensity as he whispered, "I only think of you. You haunt my thoughts every minute. Watching you tonight dancing and flirting. I just must have you."

Arlo kisses my neck and nibbles my ears, his lips leaving trails of fire wherever they touch. I felt Arlo’s determination to remove any barriers between us.

Large strong hands exploring my exposed skin removing my short shorts and cotton panties. Feeling the anticipation in the air as the heat crackles like a lightning strike waiting to happen.

I surrender myself, to the intoxicating pull of his presence as he slowly removes his pants and underwear. Seeing the strong lines of muscles wrapping around his hips and that delicious V. He then effortlessly moves his hips between mine lowering his lips onto mine in a frenzied kiss, as our tongues dance together.

I feel Arlo's hardness pressing against my clit, making me wet with anticipation.

His lips moving down my neck and shoulders, leave a trail of hot kisses in their wake. I shiver at the sensation of his stubble scratching. Sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body, intensifying the ache between her legs.

Without warning, Arlo flicks his tongue over my nipple sucking it into his mouth. His thumb teases my tit while he holds it firmly in his hand. The combination of sensations… the release from in my core readying my body for him.

My body arches back in ecstasy as Arlo's member fills me full. The pleasure overwhelms me, and I moan “Arlo” loudly.

Arlo moves inside me, a connection that goes beyond physical gratification. Our souls, our aura become one with our flesh. Our bodies meld together in a symphony of pleasure.

Feeling Arlo inside me was being encapsulated in a sea of red lust, love, and longing. It is so good to have Arlo buried deep inside. It wasn’t my first time but was like nothing I had ever experienced before - raw, primal, and intensely satisfying. My mind is in the moment, surrendering to the sensations coursing through my body.

Wanting to hold on to this moment forever, savoring the reward for my victory and the intoxicating feeling of being desired. But another part of her knew there would come a time when they would have to face reality once again.

But for now, Evie refused to let reality intrude on their momentary bliss. She pushed those thoughts aside and allowed herself to lose herself completely in the sensations coursing through her body.

With each pulse Arlo's thrusts become more urgent, his desire to release himself reaching a fever pitch. Feeling the tightening in his body as he near the edge, I let out a low moan of anticipation. The sound of heavy breathing, and my moans filling the room, accompanied by the symphony of the wet sounds of our bodies colliding, against each other and the leather.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling his face towards my breasts. "Fuck me, Arlo," I growl through gritted teeth. "I need your cum inside me."

Arlo’s lips close around my nipple while his hand stroks my wetness. He leans in closer until I feel his breath mingle with my own, our lips almost touching.

"You're so fucking hot," he murmurs huskily before biting down on her nipple.

Gasping at the combination of pleasure and pain that is shooting through my body. It only fuels my desire further as I pull Arlo's hair tighter, pulling him against my chest, as we both climax together.

Falling asleep, our clothes tossed across the VIP lounge floor. Lying on the leather couch wrapped in each other arms. No dreams could match the reality of our night, the excitement of the auras, Alistair’s warning a far distant memory. No tonight was the dream.