An emerald spotlight shines over us, transitioning into red andexpanding out a few feet, but keeps our surroundings in a deepened shadow. Green captures my emotions while red defines his features. I breathe, trying to keep up with my elevated pulse, but he places the corner of his mouth against my cheek and whispers, “Who do you want?”
My grip on his hand tightens as my lungs and heart work in unison–skipping a beat.
Who do I want?
Blaise retracts a step without letting go, and anticipation prickles when an abrupt melody starts. I recognize this song.Ex Habit, ‘Who Do You Want?’A favorite of mine.
He guides my arm up with purpose, locking his fingers in mine. In an instant, I’m pulled into him as the base vibrates. Throwing my other arm around his neck, I let a breath escape.
Blissful stings trail along my spine from the path of his palm as it lands on the small of my back. Him peering into my eyes tells me one thing–in this moment, I’m his, and another deep inhale allows a scent of black teakwood to invade my senses.Damn.
Pressed together, Blaise’s body guides us backwards. The hardness of his muscles push against my soft frame like two puzzle pieces sliding into place, and our eyes lock. Barely blinking. The base rattles, entering my core, and we pause, stopping on beat while a moment passes.
His fingers dig into my back with an unrelenting and possessive hold, slightly lifting me to my toes. He never removes his gaze. “Who do you want?” I can’t hear him over the music, but I feel the graze of his breath on my lips. Each word lasts as though he kissed me with them.
Blinking unravels visions of us without these bothersome clothes–his hands, blazing across my flesh as I bend to his will. And then I’m back in this reality. A strum of instruments collide into one melodic sensation whilst we move again. Each step is in tune with the bass, but I can’t look away, nor do I want to. Trapped in his arms, my aura calls out for him.
We pause again, and Blaise spins me. Two hues, mixing at the speed of my twirl until I come to an abrupt stop, now feeling his chest pressed into my back. “Let me show you,” he whispers, and electricity rushes across my shoulders.
I lean back into him, tilting my head up as his palms move around my waist. Keeping our hands interlocked, I repeat, “Show me.”
We sway, and my body acts on impulse. The lyrics allow me to become lost–to relinquish all self-control–to witness in this reality…my dreams. His free hand glides up the side of my hips, past my ribs, and lands at the nape of my neck, then suddenly, I’m bent over. My chest pounds from an accelerated high.
“Who do you want?” the vocalist asks before another thrash of instruments scream.
Sensual fingers slide down my spine and around my stomach, maneuvering up the middle of my chest with precision, until I feel them lock around my throat. And he lifts me back up. It’s as though he knows my body, able to avoid all sexual spots, but finds the right ones to tease.
I exhale, noting our pulses in perfect harmony as my neck throbs against his fingers.
“Blaiiiise.”A different voice answers, and I’m likely to agree. My head is swimming with confusion, rushing and chasing after this euphoric sensation of being…wanted. His other palm moves up my spine, landing once more on the back of my neck, followed by, “Who do you want?” this time in his tone.
I remain silent as he rotates me to face him, not letting go of my body for a second. There is an answer within his gaze–one he searches for–and his panting scent tastes heavenly against my lips. Hard breaths fuel my craving of wanting more and keeps him from speaking.
Our hips roll in a steady motion, and Blaise lays his head upon my shoulder with one hand on my back. “Tell me,” he commands, planting his face into my neck. But before I’m able to answer, hishands graze down my thighs, circling towards the back, and gripping below my ass with possession. Another breath of mine–gone.
Following the beat, he lifts my leg and wraps it around his waist, motioning us backwards across the dance floor as my other leg drags on top. He holds me steady without removing his attention.
Our auras reach for one another, interlocking, pushing, and pulling until somehow these walls between us shatter, and a vision so vivid consumes me.
I get a glimpse ofHope…Intimacy…Motivation, and every sensation in between before coming to a halt, and his features shroud my perspective once again. A telling expression of whathefeels.Misunderstood…Envy.
He leans me back, still embraced by his hands, and Blaise’s head dips to my collar whilst keeping the rhythm of his hips in motion. Slow and teasing. The softness of those lips traces down my stomach, and my hips push into him. I’m putty, waiting for him to mold and bend me to his will.
Dipping low, he swings me in a half rotating motion, erecting our posture and whispers, “Who do you want?” matching the voice blaring from an unseen speaker.
We’re close–no–our lips are close, and one wrong move will have them meeting. But my aura senses it, demanding with an internal yell of,you.
He releases my leg with a grin as though my thoughts somehow manifested into actual words. This look I’m receiving damn near makes me believe it. He places a hand just beneath my chin, then he’s gone, circling behind me as his knuckles graze the warm flesh of my throat. I ache to feel his body against mine.
Right one cue, his solid frame presses into my back with his chin on my shoulder, and I smile. Leaning into him, I melt within the firm embrace of those arms now wrapped around me while his delicate fingers caress my hips, continuing down my thighs and forcing me to pant as the silk skin of his lips trail along my spine.
In a breath, he is back up, not missing a beat of our surroundingmusic. I’m standing by the sheer will and strength of his arms. Somewhere between his hand on my thigh and lips on my back, my legs stopped working.
His hips take lead, moving mine, and I overlap my hands with his. Something about this feels so damn right, yet I’m terrified of Blaise having this much control over me since we just met. He is an addiction.
I allow him to explore my body, caressing the center of my exposed stomach when he stops beneath my breasts. Pressing a palm there, he pushes me deeper into him, swirling our hips as I reach up and place my hand behind his neck.
Nothing matters in this moment. Two new souls sharing a longing as though it’s destined. Prewritten by their Gods. The music builds, nearing its end, but our time contests it’s just begun, and I’m entranced. Blaise’s touch is a mixture of ice and fire, cooling my flesh with a burn of ethereal desire.
