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May I have this Dance? Part 2 (smut)

*Contains graphic description of sexual activities, read at your own discretion. This story part is a smut fiction, continuation of "May I have this dance?"*

The merry of the night made me feel even more giddy. The chatter around me, which I would have always found annoying, today, somehow, sounded like music. I was aware of him trailing behind me. He had disappeared for a while and returned with a key, minute later.

I crossed the dance floor without cutting the on-going dance. He closed the distance between us, placed a hand on my waist from behind, making me stop in my tracks. Planting a quick kiss on my right temple, he whispered, "106," and let go of me.

His hot breath still in my ear, I take a deep breath before ascending the steps. I dash through the stairs and come across a board pointing to the right for room 106. I took the turn and rushed up to the room. I waited for him, growing impatient, nervous, excited, scared all in every passing second.

Finally, I heard the footsteps, I wanted to turn around and smile and move aside but I stood in front of the door, frozen in time. He was impeccable to pin that I was scared, not of him, but of this moment. I felt his frame being pressed against my back, my frame being pulled onto his. His hands snake across my waist and he unlocks the door like that.

We move forward in unison, my fingers tracing along the wooden door, going around till we're inside. Moving forward together we close the door, latching it up. The room smelled of old books, vanilla and rose. But I can only focus on the strong cologne from behind me.

He kisses on the back of my head, "You're very kind and beautiful y/n, I'll please you tonight in every manner you'd demand. You are, rightfully, my Queen and I shall serve you with utmost love."

Feeling his lips move from my right temple to my ear, my fear melted away, I was coming back to live in this moment. I nodded, and relaxed my shoulders, giving him the green signal. This is my moment and I am going to live it.

He pulled the zipper on my back all the way down to my lower back. I rested my head sideways, and he swept away my hair and pushed them over my left shoulder. Leaning over, he pressed his moist lips against my hot skin and began to trail kisses down my back, his hands pulling down on the shoulders of my dress till they're dangling by my elbows.

Leaning my head back, I push my fingers through his hair, he sucks on the sides of my neck, harder and harder. Our pensiveness is long gone, we've gone hungry far too long, our passion will sizzle out the hunger of an eternity.

I pull his hair and turn around to face him, all out of breath, I am bare chested and seeing me like this, he stopped to admire me. His mouth agape, his mind a fuzz, he is frozen without an ounce of clue as to what to do. I giggle and push back the tuxedo coat off his frame, snapping him out of his groggy mind. By the way in which he rips off his tie and shirt, I am certain he cannot and will not restrain himself any longer.

I was marveling in the perfection of his physique - soft, supple and sturdy muscles - when he knocked the wind out of me by the force of his kiss. My head hits the back of the door by the sudden force of his lips against mine, he wraps his arms around my bare back, my nails digging in his solid chest.

He lifts my left leg by the thighs and wraps it around his waist, holding it tight, making his way to my butt cheek beneath the heavy fabric of my dress. I have taken to moaning as he has taken to biting, the sweat and saliva, mixing together make it impossible to hold back.

He lifts me up from my hips and I cross my ankles from behind his waist kissing him with my arms around his neck, pushing my tongue in his mouth. He turns around and walks to the bed, walking while kissing, he reaches and sits down on the bed, me on his lap, kissing and licking his neck.