His Butterfly

Chapter 5: A Night To Remember

Reese's POV:

"Once again, my father managed to crawl under my skin, I muttered to myself, frustration evident in my voice. Determined to avoid any regrettable outbursts, I distanced myself from him, seeking solace amid a crowded room. Surrounded by countless women vying for my attention, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance. None of them were what I truly desired. My mind was consumed by the captivating allure of a dark-skinned beauty who seemed to have vanished into thin air.

My irritation reached its peak when a delicate, gentle hand unexpectedly clasped mine. Anticipating it to be one of those pencil-thin women my dad kept pushing my way I braced myself. These women were so slender that if they stood next to a lamp post and turned sideways, they would simply disappear.

All traces of irritation vanished as I found myself lost in the depths of my dream lady's mesmerizing eyes. My heart raced as she gently cupped my face, drawing it closer to hers. In that moment, time stood still as our lips met, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore. The crowded room faded into insignificance as we kissed, oblivious to the world around us. Nothing could deter me from seizing this opportunity to fulfill at least one of my fantasies tonight. Even if the room were engulfed in flames, I would not let go of this chance.

Every fiber of my being burned with desire, and I yearned for more of her touch. The chemistry and attraction I had experienced with previous partners paled in comparison to the woman who had me craving her presence. I longed for her to quench the fire she had ignited within me, to continue what we had started, and to explore the depths of our passion.

Frozen in place, I trembled, unable to utter a single word as the woman who had turned my world upside down with a single kiss walked away, leaving me in a state of shock. I stood there on the dance floor, resembling a bewildered teenager who had just experienced his first taste of romance. Fearful of the undeniable evidence of my arousal, I hesitated to look down, knowing that my vulnerability was on full display for everyone in the room to see.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and began counting backward from ten, desperately attempting to regain composure. Just as I thought I had regained control, I opened my eyes to witness her slow-motion return towards me. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst as she approached, her gaze captivating and hypnotic.

Once again, she gently guided my face towards hers, and with an intensity that left me breathless, she passionately kissed me. And then, in a moment that felt like a dream, she uttered the three sacred words I never thought I would hear from her lips, "I want you."

With unwavering determination, I seized her hand and led her up the winding staircase, paying no mind to the curious gazes of onlookers. My father's disapproving glare held no sway over me in that moment; I was resolute in not letting her slip away.

As she sent a message to her friends, I couldn't help but feel a surge of nerves. I anxiously awaited her response to my question, desperately hoping she hadn't changed her mind. "Are you certain this is what you want?" I asked, my voice betraying my apprehension.

"I want you, and I won't leave this room until you make me feel alive," she replied, relieving me of my worries. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as she slowly advanced towards me, her movements exuding a predatory grace.

"What's your name?" I inquired, eager to know the identity of the woman who had ignited such a fierce desire within me.

"Since this will be our last encounter, names seem insignificant. But if you must, you can call me Butterfly," she replied, her smile betraying a hint of nervousness, revealing a vulnerability beneath her confident facade.