Carlos, whom she referred to as Mr. Scrumptious, must have observed her gazing at them, undoubtedly witnessed their dancing together, or noted her efforts to refrain from dancing with Miguel, and was now intent on addressing the situation.
“Sienna?”“Her father inquired.”
She shrugged, completely unaware of the man’s intentions, as she did not know him at all. Miguel’s appearance was insignificant compared to Mr. Scrumptious’s, whose impeccably styled blonde hair, clean-shaven jaw featuring a charming dimple, and sparkling hazel-green eyes captivated her. As he walked away, removing his jacket, she also noted his well-defined posterior and broad shoulders, leading her to the realisation of his striking attractiveness.
“Maintain composure,” she instructed herself. He conformed to her preferences, being blonde and muscular, and he also possessed an air of authority. She observed as he began to roll up his sleeve after discarding his jacket to his friend, only now recognising that Mr. Scrumptious intended to initiate a physical altercation. “Sweet Goddess,” she murmured, a phrase she had adopted from Brianna.
Rushed after him. She could not allow him to create a disturbance at Valeria’s wedding, so she hurried over and positioned herself between him and Miguel, indifferent to whether he actually struck the man. I simply did not want him to do it here. “Cease,” she instructed him, gazing directly at him.
She heard Miguel laugh from behind her, “Darling, I can manage this.” She felt his hand on her waist, turned, and glared at him, pushing his hand away, unwilling to allow him to touch her. “Will you not touch me?”She reprimanded him sharply.
“Indeed, I would not engage with her.” An arm encircled her waist, drawing her back against him as it had on the dance floor. “Do not ever touch my woman,” Mr. Scrumptious growled.
“She will soon be marrying me; it is virtually a foregone conclusion.” Miguel grinned self-satisfactorily at Mr. Scrumptious.
“It is not,” Stella retorted, exasperated by her father and him continually attempting to manipulate her for their desires. “Carlos, darling.” She raised her gaze to him, discovering he was staring directly at her. She gazed up at him with a smile. He had proposed to assist her, thus she would engage in the game and acquiesce to his assistance for the time being.
“I would never marry him,” she murmured seductively, gazing up at him. “Darling, I simply do not want you to create a disturbance at Valeria’s wedding.”
“Hmm.” He felt his hand glide slowly up her body. “Did you miss me?”He responded with an equally seductive tone, gasping as his hand cupped her b****t while the other gripped her hip, pulling her firmly against him, touching her audaciously and intimately in the presence of not only Miguel but for all to witness.
Her gaze was fixed on his as he gazed down at her once more, emitting a soft moan, unable to restrain himself, while his fingers glided over her n****e sequentially, causing it to harden beneath his touch. Subsequently, his hand ascended her neck to elevate her chin, and his mouth met hers in a prolonged, languorous kiss, prompting her eyes to flutter shut as she reciprocated the kiss. She reclined against him, seemingly unable to restrain herself as she surrendered to his presence.
Faintly heard Miguel curse and then march away from the two of them. Ultimately, she succeeded in disengaging her mouth from his. He smiled at her. “You’re welcome,” he said gently.
However, his lips met hers again, and he manoeuvred her to face him, pressing her against the wall with his body fully against hers, his hands gripping her hips, causing her to gasp as she felt his arousal against her abdomen.
“Damn,” he murmured moments later, withdrawing his lips from hers. “We require a room,” he stated, gazing down at her. She observed the profound darkness of his eyes, imbued with desire, aware of his longing for her, his hips firmly pressed against hers, and she could still sense his considerable arousal against her.
Her heart raced within her chest as she felt his hand graze her face and observed his gaze traverse her features. “Are you seeking to locate a room?”He abruptly enquired of her, and she genuinely complied. She realised, but could not know he was going to extract information from her. That was his purpose for being here. Brianna had previously cautioned her regarding him.
She was correct.
She shook her head in negation. Was unable to articulate.
“Affirmative, Stella,” he uttered in a soft, husky tone. “I desire you.”
He informed her while thrusting his hips against her, “I truly do,” he growled, exuding an irresistible allure; she had never experienced a man growling at her in such a manner before.
“I apologise, Brianna,” she reflected internally as the word “yes” escaped her lips.
He immediately pressed his mouth against hers, and then she was swiftly lifted off the floor and carried away.
She was oblivious to the destination; in fact, she was indifferent. It had been an extended period since a man had physically engaged with her, expressed genuine desire, and truly meant it. She reciprocated the kiss, her arms encircling his neck, indifferent to onlookers.
Confronted with another obstacle, his hips pressed forcefully against her. “You exude an enticing aroma,” he growled, as his hands began to elevate her dress. She gasped when her underwear was abruptly torn away, and his hand ventured between her thighs, moaning as he glided his fingers along her folds, while his mouth descended to her neck, bestowing fervent kisses along its length.
He then knelt before her, gazing into her eyes. She observed him smile as he raised her leg onto his shoulder, biting her lip while watching him lick his own lips. Her breath quickened in anticipation as his face drew nearer, stifling a moan that escaped her as he finally tasted her.
He slid his tongue over her, navigating between her moist folds to tantalise her c******s with the tip of his tongue. He groaned deeply as she gasped in ecstasy, then his hands grasped her buttocks, and he began to consume her voraciously, his tongue exploring every inch, teasing and savouring her until she cried out, her hips undulating against his mouth, while she covered her own mouth to stifle her cries of o****m.
