No Feelings Allowed (Raihan x OC, NSFW)

04 - No Feelings Allowed (18+M)

Updates changed to Tuesday and rating is Mature! Now time for the chapter all you thirsty readers been waiting for ;)

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And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.

And the Devil said, Let there be pleasure: and it was ecstasy .

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Raihan's place was amazing, as to be expected of a Galarian Gym Leader celebrity.

It was easily three times the size of her own apartment, with a wall-to-ceiling set of windows that produced an amazing view of the city. Arrays of lights glowed like stars against the skyline, the streets far away and the people indiscernible. Her gaze turned to the kitchen on the right, noting the high-end granite counter tops and oak cabinets. Even the appliances looked top-notch, and the wood floors were no exception, flowing out into the main area where a leather couch set decorated the floor along with some modern-style table, a white shag rug, and a massive television just opposite. She noted there was an entryway closet, and then another small hallway by the kitchen that led to another set of doors. A bedroom and bathroom. No guest rooms.

A bachelor's suite.

No, a dragon's den.

Samantha couldn't help smiling a little at that, though it faltered when Raihan waltzed past, hand ghosting her side. She met his gaze, the man walking backwards with a cheeky smirk and glow to his eyes. Her cheeks warmed, recalling exactly why she was here. Her heart raced with a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness. Frankly, she almost couldn't believe she'd made it all the way here, and it felt like a blur leaving the club—she swore "Reggie" gave a knowing wink—and using a taxi to return to the Castle Suites near the central road. She was thankful for few faces out and about, although the receptions had also given a kind of knowing look when they made their way to the elevator.

Now here they were, alone. In his apartment.

"Don't be shy now, love. We're not even to the best part yet," he winked playfully as he unzipped his jacket and casually tossed it onto the bar chair at the island. He wore a tight-fitting shirt with a folded collar, which he soon slipped off. Her breath caught in her throat, body wanting to squirm badly. She'd known he was ripped, but seeing his bare flesh was something else. He was as toned as any male model, with a bit of extra bulk where it counted, but still lean in the middle. His six pack was pristine, and his efforts in the regular gyms produced a tantalizing V-line that slipped teasingly beneath his shorts. She had only assumed before, but now she knew the legs matched the top, and she was definitely aroused. Naturally, he noticed.

Raihan chuckled, prowling closer. Her breathing quickened as she took a small step back, only to find the wall of the kitchen and hallway divide behind her. He brought his arm up to brace above, face leaning down close, his chest even closer. Again, his scent filled her, and it was even more intoxicating than the club's lull.

"Like what you see, love?"

"Y-yeah," she managed to rasp, and did her best to recover, meeting his cyan eyes. "I do."

"Good. Now... where did we leave off again? Hmm. Oh! I remember," he purred, lips brushing along her jaw line to her own, which he captured as he had before; full of desire and want, which she returned. Her hands moved almost of their own accord, finding his abdomen first. The muscles were warm and hard, and she swore they flexed as she moved upwards. The rest was no different, and she was all too happy to enjoy the display of strength as he easily grasped her rump and hoisted her up like it was nothing. It gave him plenty of access to her neck and collar as he began to move, nipping here and there. Again, light pain brought deeper need and the new, strange sounds.