Chapter 5 Intoxicating Temptations

The effects of the beer were taking a toll on her, as she suddenly felt a sense of exhilaration as if she were flying.

He detached himself from the wall, stepping forward until there was hardly an inch of space between them. An inexplicable urge prompted him to draw closer, seeking to understand the bewildering sensations coursing through him. His mind slipped into autopilot mode, and his body acted independently.

"Wha--" Her words were interrupted by an audible gasp as two warm hands trailed up her neck. The moment his touch grazed her skin, her mind seemed to explode.

She blinked heavily, struggling to focus on his face. His sharp, purple eyes were both captivating and intimidating, lacking warmth or desire. Instead, they appeared cold and bewildered.

The intensity in his eyes contrasted with the gentleness of his hands on her. While his fingertips lightly traced her skin, his eyes burned with a sense of... irritation? She couldn't quite decipher it. The confusion in his gaze mirrored her mental state.

His rosy lips were slightly parted, accompanied by quick breaths, as he moved closer. In one swift motion, he forcefully pulled her neck towards him, colliding his lips with hers. Initially taken aback, she gasped, preparing to push him away, but the sparks tingling on her skin grew hotter. He grasped the back of her head, urging her to reciprocate the kiss.

It took her only a second to instinctively respond, reciprocating the kiss with fervor. She didn't know who this guy was, but in that moment, she didn't care. Just this once, she let go of any reservations because it felt... incredible. It was an entirely new experience, unlike anything she had ever encountered.

In her attempt to set her beer down, she fumbled her focus solely on gaining a better grip. A better grip on him.

The kiss was intense, fueled by raw passion and a hint of ferocity. In a display of dominance, she forcefully tugged his collar down to match her height, causing his arms to instinctively tighten around her, almost lifting her off the ground. She playfully nipped at his lips, but he resisted, refusing to relinquish control. Instead, he captured her bottom lip and pressed her firmly against the wall, leaving behind a mark as he sucked on it with a purpose.

Feeling her breath dwindling, she pushed him back, causing their lips to part abruptly. He gazed at her in a daze, the realization dawning upon her, despite her tipsy state, that he was a stranger. "No," she uttered softly, shaking her head. "No."

Blinking at her, he slowly leaned in again, testing her response. Finding no resistance, he adjusted his approach, kissing her more tenderly this time. His lips moved with a gentle caress, his tongue teasingly probing at her parted lips. Without hesitation, she slightly opened her mouth, inviting his tongue to sensuously explore hers.

His hands trailed down from her neck, gliding along the center of her body, leaving a trail of heated sensations in their wake. With each movement, he drew himself closer, alternating between gentle bites on her lip and soothing kisses to alleviate any lingering sting. She tangled her fingers in his soft, dark hair, pulling on the strands, eliciting a deep, satisfied rumble from him. He kissed the underside of her lip, craving more.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he expertly stroked every inch of her mouth, sending shivers down her spine. He wrapped his tongue around hers, giving it a tantalizing suck, causing her to whimper against him.

Meanwhile, Damien found himself in a bewildering situation, unsure of why he was succumbing to his impulses. He had heard tales of wolves releasing their pent-up energy on humans when they couldn't find their mates during a full moon. Yet, he had never envisioned himself as that kind of wolf. Bred as a prince, he had spent 25 years without ever acting this way on a full moon.

He wasn't some sleazy guy, but he couldn't deny the intensity of his frustration. This was a completely new experience for him, and he couldn't comprehend why he was feeling this way. His heart raced, and his mind conflicted with his body's response.

She was just an ordinary woman, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. His confusion deepened. "Is it because of the full moon?" he pondered aloud, hoping to find an explanation. He desperately wanted this overwhelming sensation to cease, but his own body seemed to have a mind of its own. "Damn it. Who is she?" he muttered, his hand instinctively reaching up to pull her hood down while keeping their lips locked. Cupping her face gently, his touch surprised both of them with its tenderness.

She emitted soft sounds that sent shivers down his spine. Reluctantly releasing her lips, he continued his fervent exploration. Nudging her jaw aside with his nose, he trailed a series of hot, wet kisses along her jawline and down her neck. He tasted her skin, his hunger for her overwhelming him. It baffled him how a mere human could have such an exquisite flavor. Although he entertained the idea that it could be her perfume, deep down, he knew the truth. It was simply her natural scent, and it defied all logic.

The whole situation felt like a terrible enigma, but he found himself unable to resist.

He savored the sensation of leaving delicate bites and gentle sucks, relishing the way her body quivered and her nails dug into his shoulders. Clutching the hem of her dress tightly in his hands, he carefully positioned himself over her, desperately hoping that his sanity would prevail and prevent him from doing something he would deeply regret.

Deep down, though, he knew this was a mistake. Even before his thoughts could fully gather, he sensed the impending remorse that would consume him. Ava, lost in a whirlwind of unfamiliar and intense pleasure, could hardly keep pace with the moment. She simply leaned back, surrendering to his devouring.

She understood the inherent wrongness of their actions. Her sister had encouraged her to let loose and have fun, not engage in passionate make-out sessions with strangers. Self-loathing filled her as she berated herself for succumbing to this reckless behavior. Yet, despite the inner turmoil, the sensations he elicited felt undeniably good.

Ava's conflicting emotions took hold, leaving her simultaneously captivated and frightened. As she ran her fingers through the back of his head, she reluctantly opened her eyes. Glancing over his shoulder, she noticed the onlookers-people stealing glances, whispering, and pointing at her. Her hood had fallen, exposing her identity to all present. If that wasn't humiliating enough, they had caught her engaged in a conspicuously passionate public display of affection.

Shit," she muttered under her breath.