It was a warm summer evening and Amanda was feeling restless. She decided to go out for a late night walk to clear her head. As she strolled down the dimly lit street, a tall, handsome stranger approached her. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her.
“Evening, beautiful,” he said in a deep, smooth voice. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the way. My name’s Damien.”
Amanda felt a shiver run down her spine at the way he looked at her. There was an aura of danger and excitement about him. “I’m Amanda,” she replied, trying to sound casual despite her racing heart.
Damien stepped closer, invading her personal space. He smelled of expensive cologne and leather. Amanda’s breath caught in her throat.
“I’d love to show you a good time tonight, Amanda,” Damien purred, trailing a finger down her arm. “I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before. No strings attached, of course.”
Amanda knew she should refuse, that this was a bad idea. But there was something about Damien that drew her in like a moth to a flame. His words were seductive, his touch electric. Her resolve crumbled.
“Okay,” she breathed. “I’m in.”
Damien grinned wolfishly and took her hand, leading her off into the night. They ended up at his place – a sleek, modern penthouse apartment. He wasted no time, pushing her up against the wall and claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Amanda moaned and melted into him.
They made their way to the bedroom, a trail of discarded clothes in their wake. Damien’s body was lean and hard, all sculpted muscle. He laid Amanda down and began to worship her with his hands and mouth. His fingers slid into her as he kissed and nibbled his way down her body. Amanda was dripping wet, writhing beneath him.
“Please, Damien,” she whimpered. “I need you.”
Damien raised his head, eyes glittering with lust. “Beg for it, my dear. I want to hear you say it.”
“Please fuck me,” Amanda gasped out. “I’m begging you. Make me yours.”
Damien flashed a wicked smile. He notched himself at her entrance and thrust home in one hard stroke. Amanda cried out at the sudden invasion. He was big and stretched her deliciously. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
Damien set a relentless pace, the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts. Amanda was lost to the pleasure, surrendering completely to his mastery. He played her body like an instrument, wringing out every ounce of ecstasy.
They tangled together in a sweaty, writhing mass. Damien pounded into her mercilessly. Amanda’s nails raked down his back as she urged him on. It didn’t take long for the tension to wind tight and snap. They tumbled over the edge together with hoarse cries.
Damien collapsed on top of her, both of them panting. He nuzzled into her neck and bit down, marking her. Amanda shuddered at the little sting of pain.
“That was just the beginning,” Damien murmured darkly. “Stick with me and I’ll show you dark, wicked bliss beyond your wildest dreams.”
Amanda’s heart raced at his words, a thrill of unease mixing with the haze of arousal. She knew nothing good could come from getting involved with a man like this. But she was already addicted, desperate for more of his dark, sinful touch. She would follow Damien into the shadows and see where the twisted path led, no matter the cost to her soul. Amanda was his now, body and mind.
xoxo Amanda
