She gestured negatively towards him. Why did the man appear capable of rendering her speechless? He observed the doors close, leaned against the wall, and exhaled in relief, then recognised that he merely needed to wait and ascertain which floor it halted on to determine her location.
Pressed all the buttons from the fourth floor to the top, then contemplated where to disembark—on her floor or before or after—intending to navigate the stairs to evade him. She anxiously chewed her lip, reluctant to guide that man to Brianna, especially with Logan present in the room.
Upon exiting on the fourth floor, she proceeded towards the corridor’s end, where the sign indicated Exit. Just as she was about to push open the stairwell door, she heard a formidable growl emanating from behind her. She turned around, anticipating the sight of an individual with a dog, only to discover Mr. Scrumptious at the corridor’s opposite end observing her. “Don’t run, Stella,” he declared loudly, resembling a cautionary admonition.
She entered the stairwell while observing him advance towards her, then forcefully slammed the door shut and ascended the stairs as rapidly as possible, nearly screaming in terror at the sound of the door repeatedly slamming open and closed behind her, approximately ten seconds later.
What on earth, he moved with remarkable speed.
Stella stood on the landing above him, their eyes locked as she observed his mouth curve into a smile. “Oh Stella,” he grinned, and she could have sworn his eyes appeared greener than she remembered. He then ascended the stairs with slow, deliberate steps, emitting a soft growl that sent her heart racing. Uncertain whether it was fear or excitement, she turned and fled up the next flight of stairs, bewildered by the situation. She could hear his purposeful footsteps behind her, resembling the actions of a predator stalking its prey.
She was not as physically fit as Brianna, who runs daily. Stella did not attend the gym; she would never be capable of outrunning him. She ascended two floors before becoming slightly breathless and then turned to glance back at him. He had maintained proximity to her but had not closed the distance, and she was aware that he possessed the capability to do so. He was exceptionally fit and probably exercised for several hours daily.
Stella grasped the handrail, gazing at him, who returned her stare with a persistent smile. “Cease this,” she exclaimed, breathless.
“Never,” he asserted, then moved with astonishing speed, blurring into her space, pressing her against the wall. His mouth claimed hers, insatiable and commanding, while his hands deftly tore at her blouse, yanking it open. She gasped as she was abruptly and forcefully turned around, his hands gripping her breasts as her body was pinned against the wall. A deep, soft growl emanated from him, “I missed you, baby,” he murmured into her ear.
A hand descended her body, gliding over her abdomen, pressing firmly against her and the goddess. He was already aroused, moaning as she felt him press against her. His hand descended her thigh to the hem of her skirt, slipping beneath it to grasp her thigh, his fingers ascending the inner thigh firmly until he made intimate contact between her thighs. She gasped as he gently pinched her c******s through her panties.
His fingers then slipped beneath her panties, eliciting a cry from her as he made contact. A groan escaped him while his other hand caressed her n****e, which hardened at his touch, prompting an involuntary moan from her. She realised he was poised to seduce her in the stairwell, and she was unlikely to resist him.
His mouth was on her neck, biting her skin roughly, while two of his fingers penetrated her firmly and began to move in and out. “Do not ever flee again, Stella,” he murmured as he kissed her neck and buried his fingers inside her, locating the precise spot that elicited a gasp of pleasure. She responded to his hand, feeling herself approaching climax, sensing his movements quicken and intensify as if he instinctively understood her desires, until her o****m erupted, accompanied by a cry of “Yes.”
His entire body was pressed against hers as his finger gradually withdrew, prompting her to turn and gaze up at him. She observed as he inserted the two fingers he had employed to bring her to climax into his mouth, savouring her essence on his digits. “You were exceptionally delightful.” He smiled at her.
His eyes were markedly more vibrant green than usual, and they descended her body to the blouse he had already unfastened. He extended a hand to touch her, prompting her to gasp and grasp her shirt, pulling it closed. He raised an eyebrow at her and commanded, “Do not conceal your body from me.” He then removed her hands, elevated them above her head, and restrained them with a single large hand.
