Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the opulent corridor of the high-end hotel. The plush carpet beneath their feet muffled their footsteps, adding to the sense of secrecy and indulgence that had been building since Maya had first seen Arman across the ballroom earlier that evening. The warm glow of the wall sconces cast long, dancing shadows, creating an intimate atmosphere that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Arman led the way, his hand lightly resting on the small of Maya's back, a gesture that was both protective and possessive.
They passed several doors before he stopped in front of one, swiping a key card and pushing the door open. The suite was bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights, the air thick with anticipation.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Arman turned to Maya, his eyes burning with intensity. "You know why we're here, don't you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Maya nodded, her breath hitching in her throat. "Yes," she managed to say, her voice barely audible.
Arman closed the distance between them, his hand cupping her face, his thumb brushing over her lips. "Say it, Maya. Tell me why we're here."
She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his, and whispered, "We're here because I want you to fuck me."
A low growl escaped Arman's throat, and he crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue demanding entry. Maya moaned into his kiss, her body pressing against his, feeling the hard length of him through his suit pants. His hands slid down to her waist, then lower, cupping her ass and pulling her tightly against him.
Maya could feel his cock, hard and urgent, pressing into her belly. She gasped, breaking the kiss, and looked up at him, her eyes wide and dark with desire. "God, I want you so much," she breathed.
Arman's mouth moved down to her neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, his stubble scraping against her. "And I want you, Maya. I want to taste every fucking inch of you," he growled, his voice raw with need.
He unzipped her dress, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in a black lace bra and thong.
Arman stepped back, his eyes raking over her body, making her feel both exposed and empowered.
"Fuck, you're stunning," he breathed, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the lace.
Maya moaned, arching into his touch. "I've been thinking about this all night. About you touching me."
Arman's hands moved to her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. He tossed it aside, his eyes darkening as he took in her naked breasts.
"You have no idea how many times I've imagined this," he said, his voice hoarse.
"How many times I've pictured you, like this, naked and fucking perfect."
He cupped her breasts again, this time pinching her nipples lightly between his fingers. Maya gasped, her head falling back. "Arman," she moaned, her body aching for more.
He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Maya's hands went to his hair, holding him closer. He sucked hard, then bit gently, making her cry out.
"You like that? You like it rough, Maya?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.