A ONE NIGHT STAND EXPERIENCE

"I'm not," she lied.

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound. "Liar."

She smirked, shaking her head. "And what if I am?"

His gaze dropped to her lips. "Then I should help you relax."

The air between them shifted, thick with unspoken tension. She knew where this was going- and she wanted it to go there.

Then he closed the distance.

His lips brushed against hers, teasing at first, testing. But the moment she sighed into him, he claimed her-his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The kiss was deep, hungry, like he was tasting something he'd been craving for a long time.

Viva clutched at his shirt, losing herself in the sensation. His mouth moved against hers with a slow, intoxicating rhythm, his fingers gripping her hips as if grounding himself in the moment.

She pulled away for air, but he chased her lips, nipping lightly at her bottom lip before smirking.

"Out of breath already?" His voice was teasing, low, full of amusement.

Viva could barely think, let alone speak.

He leaned in, brushing his lips over her jaw, then whispered against her skin-

"Then you shouldn't have tasted so good."

Her stomach tightened, her breath hitching.

Maybe this was crazy. Maybe she'd regret it in the morning.

But right now, with his hands on her and the heat between them threatening to consume her-

She didn't care.

Tonight, she wasn't the girl who had been discarded.

Tonight, she was the one being wanted. Viva swallowed hard, her body already responding to the heat between them. Her heart thundered as she met his gaze-heated, electric, and filled with something she had never seen in Nathan's eyes. Want. Lust. Obsession. His hands trailed down her back, palms rough against her soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel every inch of his arousal. A gasp escaped her lips, but he swallowed it with another kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, tasting, exploring, devouring.

"You taste addictive," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot, his voice thick with want. She let out a shaky exhale as his hands roamed further, his fingers grazing the hem of her dress. With a slow, deliberate movement, he slid it up, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs. His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin, making her arch against him, slowly his tongues licks through her thighs, she was shivering, she knows exactly were the journey of his tongue was about to end, and just before he buried his tongues in-between , her legs that were raised just above his head, he asked

"Do you want this?" he asked, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice a deep, husky whisper.

"Yes," she breathed, no hesitation, no second thoughts.

That was all he needed.