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    As Sofia takes her seat, our eyes connect and I feel like my insides are on fire; adrenaline pumping hard through my veins. The DJ starts playing ‘Just The Way You Are’ by Bruno Mars and before I can stop myself, I’m standing in front her; transfixed as she takes a sip of her wine, her eyes on mine as she darts the tip of her tongue out into the glass, and it is so damn sexy I feel my dick hardening. Without a word I hold my hand out to her. As soon as her skin comes into contact with mine, the spark I felt from across the room becomes a blazing inferno of desire.
    I lead her onto the dance floor, lights twinkling all around us, the rest of the guests a distant blip on my radar. All I see is her. As we begin to move, she snakes her arms around my neck and I feel goose bumps appear on her olive skin. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her body flush against mine. It’s as if she was made for me, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Every move she makes is like the sweetest form or torture I could ever endure.
    I look into her eyes as we move in time to the music, hoping she can sense just how much this song conveys my feelings for her. I can see the lust in her eyes as she presses against the evidence of my arousal; her tight body gently grinding on me. It feels phenomenal; but as I realize that this moment is about to end, along with the song, I can’t fight it anymore. I give in to every urge I have repressed for the past eight years.
    We stop moving; our eyes fixed on one another. I gently slide my arms up from her tiny waist, grazing the side of her breasts as I move my hands up to cup her angelic face in my palms, her arms sliding down my back. I savor the moment, rubbing my thumbs over her cheeks and onto her perfect pink lips. Her tongue darts out to lick the tip of my thumb, the same way she did with her glass, and it’s my undoing; all control is gone as I pull her lips to mine, colliding in a cataclysmic event that will alter my heart and soul forevermore.
    Our tongues devour and explore, both rough and tender at the same time. It is everything I have ever imagined and more. The taste of her is like a hit of the finest heroine, a sip of the finest champagne. We lose ourselves in the moment, enjoying every intense and explosive second of it. My dominant nature replaced by something even more pressing, more primitive. I need her touch, her taste, more than my next breath. Nipping at her lips; tracing the lines of her mouth with my tongue; savoring every electrically charged flick, suck and caress.
    When the music fades and the atmosphere in the room changes, I know I have to let her go, but I take one last kiss, one last chance to feel her warmth, to smell her intoxicating scent before I walk away. Breathless, I lean my forehead against hers and try to compose myself.
    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
    I quickly make my way off of the dance floor and away from her, putting as much distance as I can between us, a hole forming in my chest with every step. I stride out of the marquee, but there’s nowhere to go. L’Arena is dark and deserted as I stand in the moonlight, looking at the stars, breathing the cool night air into my lungs, contemplating all the ways I want to dominate the sweetest girl I’ve ever met; the feel of her skin seared into my brain until the end of time. I think of how amazing her elegant limbs would look spread wide on my St. Andrew’s cross, her pussy wet in anticipation of all the delights I could inflict on her. I need to get the hell out of here before I go back inside, drag her to my hotel suite and act out every last one of my fantasies with her.
    I take a moment to admire the night sky, but it pales in comparison to the sight that greets me when I look back towards the marquee. She’s standing in the entrance staring at me, the twinkling lights dancing across her flawless features, and everything else around me becomes inconsequential.
    “You