Chapter 8: I Won't Let You Go Tonight

He still remembered three years ago when she wore a floor-length gown, dressed like a noble little princess. Three years later, she was in black lace camisole and shorts. She was beautiful, yet she lacked the cheap allure of other women; instead, she exuded a lethal and noble attraction. The man pressed his burning body against hers, breathing heavily, his lips very close to her ear, his voice husky, "Don't move, you don't want to be heard, do you?" He pinned her against the door, recalling how shy and innocent she had been that night.

His desire grew hotter as he pressed his lower body against Aurora, his hands restlessly caressing her skin. He was eager to see her cry and beg for mercy, the memory from three years ago fueling his lust. Aurora could hear someone entering outside, which might have only added to the thrill for him. He began to touch Aurora more urgently, causing her body to tremble. She let him lick her neck and even wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressed tightly against his.

With her seductive red lips, she whispered into his ear, barely grazing it. Even this slight touch sent shivers through his body. His hands felt like burning flames, growing hotter as he slipped them under her clothes, fiercely squeezing her breasts. Aurora almost made a sound, her head thrown back in discomfort.

"I want you, right now," he commanded.

Never had a woman ignited such a fire in him.

Only then did the coldness in his eyes begin to fade. Aurora stopped his hand from venturing further into her pants. "But I don't want to, not here," she knew he still retained some sanity.

He looked at her deeply, noticing the transformative change in her. Her gaze now had a seductive power. Every look she gave him felt like a kitten scratching at his heart. He liked this change in her, using the last of his sanity to get off her and then pulled her out.

Aurora did not struggle. Her hair was messy, but she let him pull her through the crowded venue, even taking a moment to notice the editor who had just arrived. As she passed by the editor, she slipped a photo into his hands and quietly left before he could see her face clearly.

The man's hands were sweaty as he gripped her wrist tightly, not even having time to question her as she handed an envelope to someone else. He pulled Aurora to the car, unable to open the door, overwhelmed by his need. He pushed her against the car door and kissed her deeply, memories flooding back like waves, but Aurora pushed him away fiercely.

"I don't make a habit of broadcasting sex on the streets."

His eyes were bloodshot, "I won't let you go tonight."

Aurora provocatively opened the car door and got in, making a "whatever you want" gesture, and the man also got into the driver's seat.

"Let's go to The Grand Belcourt; it's close enough," Aurora directed.

He drove silently to The Grand Belcourt, and Aurora led him straight to her room. She opened the door, and he pinned her against the wall, kissing her passionately, nearly mad with desire. In the darkness, ambiguous sounds filled the air, but Aurora's eyes grew cold at that moment.

Three years ago, he had been in control, but it wasn't necessarily the case now.

"Wait a second, I want to take a shower, give me a minute," she pleaded.

His breathing grew heavy in the darkness, and God knows he wanted to tear her apart right then!

"If you take more than a minute, I'll make you beg more," he coldly commanded.

Aurora cursed internally, "Horny dog," as she inserted the room card, flooding the room with light, while he frustratedly tore off his tie.