Flames of Longing

His hand rested on her face as the clear liquid disappeared into her mouth, and some slid down her soft-looking lips down to her neck, making the three men in the room gulp down nothing except Damian, whose eyes trailed after the drop of sweet alcohol before he reached out to touch her lip and wipe off the foam.

Her soft, luxurious lips made Damian gulp down his saliva before pulling his hand away from her face with the glass.

I slightly opened my eyes, which made them look hooded, and my lashes fluttered like butterflies about to take off.

I didn't realize how tempting I looked at the moment as I straightened my head before raising my hand to touch my lips, which burned with the feeling of his touch.

His hands on my skin felt like my whole body was being lit on fire, but I had to hold on to the feeling and instead look away from him to the other three, who looked like they were internally crying.

My head felt a little tipsy; this feeling, I had felt it once before. That was the moment before I found myself in the brothel. A feeling I wished not to feel again, yet I could strongly feel it at the moment. It made me remember the cold night once again, but suddenly I felt a sense of warmth, which happened to be a hand wrapped around my waist.

My hazy eyes seemed to clear a bit, and I looked at the beautiful eyes that stared back at mine.

"Heat," I mumbled, trying to fan myself. Damian’s eyes narrowed as if he were noticing something.

Picking up the glass cup, his hand moved to circle the tip, and just like that, his eyes seemed to burst with an endless flame.

I felt so uncomfortable; my pale skin started to turn pink, and my cheeks were red, showing how hot I probably had been at that moment.

With a swift movement, I grabbed the collar of my dress and ripped the piece of clothing open, showing my beautiful and slender shoulders, which were covered quickly by Damian, whose eyes glared at the others in the room who were surprised by the scene.

"What's wrong with her?" Lotus asked, who was confused by the scene she was witnessing at the moment. Is this the way Rose behaves? Is that why she was exclusive, and they were seen as mere prostitutes?

Should she also pull open her clothes?

"Water," I moaned, while Lotus was still debating whether she should also behave like Rose.

The three other men in the room stared at the girl with lewd eyes as they looked like they were about to salivate if care wasn't taken.

"Get out." Damian’s words were like a command not allowed to be delayed. And everyone, seeing that, rushed out while Lotus touched her collar as if about to pull her clothes off too, but she stopped and dropped her hands down to hold onto the side of her gown.

Rose, who was inside the room alone with Damian, felt her head spin as she craved a touch.

For all the time she had been with men, she had never slept with one, as it was rare to see men who could afford her, and the ones who could finally afford her were coaxed to sleep by her before they could take what she had left of her virginity.

This was the first time she felt her body burst into flames while craving the toughness of a man. She felt her insides burn, and the only thing that could probably soothe it was a man getting inside her.

"Breathe," he whispered in my ear, but it wasn't enough. I tried my best to do as he said, but his words became a jumbled mess in my head, and I had to bite down on my lips to keep away the moans that were about to erupt from my lips.

"Don't hold it in."

I kept pulling my clothes while Damian, noticing I wouldn't stop anytime soon, and it would just get worse, carried me with every piece of clothing like I weighed only a pillow.

Taking me into the bathroom without a care in the world, he dropped me into the bathtub filled with cold water.

I seemed to sink to the bottom because of the heavy clothing. Damian, noticing I wasn't coming back up, pulled his suit jacket off and rolled up his shirt sleeves to dip his hand into the water and pull up my head.

My face looked flushed and more beautiful than ever. Any man who sees me in this situation obviously won't be able to control his sexual urges; even Damian seemed to be having a hard time doing so, as he stared at me for more than a minute.

Before he could realize what was going on, I had used my strength to pull myself up and attach my lips to those of the man whose body had frozen.

I didn't realize it myself; I was just like a poison that slowly slid into his every being and corrupted his mind. His ice-cold face melted for the first time in so many years.

It felt like he was finally receiving the first touch of warmth in so many years, and just like he felt, I felt the same.

At this point, I didn't care if I gave my all to the man; I didn't care if it was just a one-night stand or a one-time thing. I didn't care if he'd ever see me again after today, but right at that moment, I could let him have his way.

His hand suddenly grabbed me, and without another word, he unbuttoned his clothes with one hand and pulled them off. Without another second wasted, he entered the bathtub with me.