Whispered Desires

Chapter 14: One Night

KILIAN

This woman will be the death of me.

She's a damn goddess. A goddess that pulled me into her spell and now holds power over my thoughts, over my cravings, over everything that I am. I can't stop the images in my mind, the memory of our one night together still flooding my brain without permission.

It irritates the hell out of me that she's so reluctant, that she's so hell-bent on making me feel just how independent she is. It's almost pathological how much she's pushing me away, as if it was her sole purpose to make my life hell.

Still, I want her. It's all I know right now. Having her for one night wasn't enough, simply. She really must have poisoned me or something, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting in the hotel's lounge right now, desperately waiting for her to step through the damn double door.

One might think I should be prepared for the moment she does, considering I've been waiting here for hours, aimlessly scrolling through my Instagram, ignoring all the stares I'm getting from both female and male interested parties in my existence. It's easy to tell what they want: An autograph, a picture, a night with me... It's all evident in their glances.

But when Jasmine ultimately enters the hotel, cursing under her breath as she combs a hand through her messy hair, I can't help but suck in a breath. I've seen her often enough to know that this is not the reaction I should have to her. Usually, I just felt annoyed, maybe a little mischievous because of the little games she likes to play. But tonight I can't get that image out of my head. How she rode both of us to insanity, so shamelessly taking what she needed without even asking for it - it's the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed, and it absolutely fucked with my brain.

"Do you want to stay here or join me upstairs?" Her voice sends me out of my thoughts, and I look up to see her raising an eyebrow at me, not at all looking like she wants to apologize for kicking me in the balls earlier.

"With pleasure." I contemplate taking her messenger bag from her shoulders, I'm sure it's something Hayden would do. Then again, Hayden didn't choose to fuck a woman that takes no ounce of bullshit and fries your brain in the process. Thinking back to that day at Hayden's house, where she almost ripped me a new one for asking to carry her suitcase, I decide against it. No need to fuel the fire first thing, right?

She waltzes through the lounge and up the stairs, and I can't help but watch her body with every inch that she moves, with the way her hips sway as she strides down the hallway, the messenger bag slapping against her ass with every step she takes.

God, I wish I was the one slapping that ass right now.

"Stop looking, Kilian. It's degrading."

I only now realize we've arrived at her room, the annoyance in her eyes solid evidence to the fact that my thoughts must have been more than obvious.

"I can't help it. You're sexy as fuck, Jasmine."

The hint of a blush on her cheeks makes me want to pat my back. I get off on seeing her reaction to my words. It gives me a sense of power, to know that I have that effect on someone like her.

"Be that as it may, doing it that blatantly out here makes you look like a horny teenager that doesn't know how to control his dick. I thought you wanted to stop acting like a teenager?" She raises an eyebrow before she turns and swipes the keycard over the door handle, letting both of us inside without saying another word.

I close the door behind us, and I can't help but smirk when I see the pizza cartons on the sideboard. Memories of last night start rolling in again, sending another wave of blood straight down south, my jeans now more than uncomfortably tight on my groin.