Chapter 1: Introduction
I imagine I would stumble upon a real, living embodiment of lustful desire in an otherwise banal setting.
Tonight, however, destiny unfolded like a night-blooming flower, drawing me into its tempting embrace and moonlit shadows. I had planned a simple and uneventful evening with a glass of rich, dark ale, but fate had other ideas.
A black man, tall and well-built, entered my realm of vision from the blur of mingling patrons. Iridescent half-light played across his broad shoulders and defined chest.
An aura of masculinity shimmered around him, thick enough to almost touch. His intelligent, charming eyes darted around the room as he scanned the assorted mixture of patrons.
The moment our gazes locked, I felt a searing bolt of lightning shudder through me, zapping my insides and liquifying my bones. My heart trembled and leapt as I offered him a shaky, inviting smile. He responded with a magnetic, unyielding grin.
Before I could fully absorb the energy of our encounter, he advanced towards me.
"Hey, baby," he drawled into my ear. Chills erupted on my exposed arms, and my stomach fluttered with anticipation.
With his mere presence, he reigned over the space around us. I was keenly aware of the women in the bar, their sharp envy gnawing at me. I felt self-conscious under their gawking gazes, sizing me up as if I was predator or prey.
But the Dream Man, my raven-haired prince charming, made me feel both desired and invincible, a heady combination.
Lost in our forbidden dance of flirtation and longing, we passionately kissed in the dimly lit corners of the bar, surrounded by lustful shadows. He pinned me to the wall, one strong hand cradling my head, while the other found its way beneath my skirt.
"Oh God," I cried into his mouth, my voice muffled by the sensual tangle of our lips.