Rogue | outer banks

Flashback 7

Rafe's POV:

The pulsating energy of the night enveloped us as we entered the exclusive party venue, a sense of excitement and anticipation hanging in the air. Amelia's enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of thrill knowing that we were about to experience something unique together. As we approached the entrance, the imposing castle-like structure loomed in the darkness, its secrets hidden behind masked guards who demanded our phones. Surrendering our lifelines, we stepped into the unknown, guided only by the vibrant hues of the reflector lights that cast an otherworldly glow upon the scene. Inside, a sea of unfamiliar faces moved to the rhythm of the pulsating music, and the air buzzed with an electric energy that heightened the senses.

Amelia's eyes sparkled with curiosity, taking in the mysterious atmosphere that surrounded us.

"Come on," I said, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the self-serving bar. The array of colored lights created an enchanting ambiance as I walked behind the counter, my focus on Amelia. "Alright," I announced, placing two glasses in front of her with a playful grin. "What's your pleasure, ma'am?" I asked, playing along with the theatrical vibe of the night. Turning to the selection of beverages, I caught her gaze and felt the electricity between us intensify.

She closed the space between us, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was both rough and charged with an undeniable chemistry. As we pulled away, her whispered words hung in the air, sending shivers down my spine.

"You," she said, her eyes locked onto mine.

With a swift move, I turned Amelia, placing my hands firmly on her hips and guided her forward, the tension building between us.

"Fuck this," I muttered under my breath. The soft fabric of her dress brushed against me, igniting a fire within me that I could no longer contain.

I had to have her, right then and there.

Finally, I found a corridor that seemed somewhat secluded, although the possibility of someone walking past at any moment still lingered. I spun Amelia around, drawing her closer to me. "Do you have any idea how much I want you, Amelia?" My hands curved around her waist, pulling her firmly against me. "How I've always wanted you?"

The intoxicating scent of her perfume filled my senses, and I could feel the heat of her body against mine. I needed her in a way that was almost overwhelming. Without waiting for a response, my lips found hers, and she groaned with desire. My hands slipped down her dress, a barrier between us that still couldn't conceal my hardness that pressed against her. I cupped her ass, and I could feel the impact of my ring pressing into her flesh as I kneaded her skin. Amelia was responding to me in ways I had only ever imagined, and the intoxicating sensation of her body pressing against mine left my head spinning. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the desire that consumed us both.

As we stood there in that corridor, I realized that I was no longer Rafe. I was a man captivated by Amelia's allure, and I was willing to risk it all for the chance to be with her. This was a moment of raw, unbridled passion, and I was determined to savor every single second of it.

Her harsh exhale echoed in the corridor as my lips left hers, and I couldn't help but smirk as I trailed kisses down her neck. My teeth and tongue teased against her flesh, biting, nibbling, and sucking in a way that left us both breathless. The desire to possess her completely consumed me.

My hand slipped down, gripping around her thighs. "Jump." The command left my lips, rough and heady, and without hesitation, Amelia responded. I hoisted her up, and she willingly wrapped her legs around my waist. The soft touch of her skin against mine sent a shiver through me.