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The bouncers were very humble after they checked their Guest lists, one of them even smiled politely at me before letting me enter, I had everything settled before I swiftly entered the club, the mixed smell of sweat, sea and alcohol hit me with full strength.

I was struggling to make my way over to the bar from between the sweaty bodies gliding on the dance floor, music was blasting on high volume, making very little to hearing easy, I was just about to cross over when I heard someone from behind me.

"Hey, Gorgeous...." A slurred voice reached me from behind, looking over my shoulder I glanced at the random stranger with blonde hair and blue eyes looking at me with a drooping gaze, he has an absolute English accent.

Deciding not to interfere in his business, I ignored him and left to go to the bar but he clasped my arm to stop me again, I stared down at his hand on my arm before fixing my gaze to him.

I analysed his stance and found eight possible ways to knock him out, training like a f*cking horse for more than seven years can come in handy sometimes. He swayed side to side to keep himself upright but clearly, alcohol was doing it's job much better. I'm not in the mood to practice violence today, the only thing I will be going high on today is alcohol and nothing else.

Gripping his fingers tightly I pried them off of my shoulders forcefully, he had a much firm grip for a drunkard. Ignoring him I once again strode in the direction of the bar, the club wasn't crowded like any normal club, maybe because it was exclusive for the resort's guests?

At a good five metres distance from the dance floor, I heard the same man slurring at me, it was a little faint due to blasting music but it was there."Hey beautiful...did you get hurt when you fell from heaven?" I amusedly glanced at him to see him trying to smirk at me, the keyword 'trying' but ended up grimacing. Do guys still use this pickup line...I mean isn't it a bit too rusty?

I sighed in relief upon eventually reaching the bar from between all the chaos on the dance floor, seriously there may not be a lot of people but who were present were absolutely crazy, one of them even tried to grind with me. Like what the f*ck!

I huffed before focusing my scrutiny on the bartender. he smiled at me politely "What can I get for you gorgeous?" His accent was a little unique, maybe a Maldivian accent. It was a good type of unique.

"Give me five shots of spirytus vodka, then I will have a martini," I said with a small smile of my own. He was quick in his work, not even two a minute later he rested my shots in front of me.

I gulped down one of them, cringing at the hard taste as it slowly slipped down through my throat, burning sensation in my throat sending shivers down my spine."That's a bit too hard for a pretty lady like you, Bad day?" the bartender implored, his voice uninterested, I know it's common for him to hear sob stories, so I guess I'll relieve him of that.

"Just so and so," I replied gulping down my second shot, which was a lot easier than the first one.

After two minutes my martini arrived, I placed the money with the tip on the counter and continued with my shots, sucking lemon in between to ease the burn. It felt satisfactory after so long, my mind was now in a whoozy phase, slightly light but enough to make sense.

I cringed as the last vodka shot hit my tongue. I'm not a lightweight that's the reason I had to order the hardest vodka to even get anywhere near drunk and was I feeling the alcohol taking over? Absolutely yes. I blinked my eyes to get myself together, when I was sure everything and everyone was back to one, I slowly focused my hooded gaze on my martini, trailing my finger along the glass devouring the beautiful drink with my eyes. My bodyweight was leaning on the counter.

I was so emerged in my drink, slowly sipping occasionally but call it my sixth sense or whatever I felt..gaze, someone's gaze drilling holes in my neck, sending shudders down my spine and goosebumps all over my body, my pinky finger twitched at the feeling of being watched. And I could feel the gaze intensifying bypassing moments.

I knew whoever was the cause of this reaction in me was close, so close."Hey, Sexy...can I get you a drink?" And almost simultaneously a profound intense husky voice attained my ears, making my hand froze in motion, the low husky voice propelling quivers down my body.

Deliberately turning to the voice I saw a man, to be precise a beautiful man...standing in front of me to his full good 6'3" height, towering over my sitting self, His light brown eyes had golden tints in them, twinkling under the faint club's light, carrying sensual intensity in them, his jawline carved perfectly and that stubble gave him a 5' O clock shadow look, thick and long eyelashes 'such that every woman will be jealous of' crowning his countenance, his hairs were the darkest shade of black I've ever seen, looking so soft and enticing that I just wanted to pass my fingers through them. Even in my hazy state of mind, I can tell he has a body to die worth under that V neck of his.

God had made him with patience cause this man in front of me is no less than a Greek God. My eyes wandered to his full luscious lips and I felt a flicker of jealousy creep in me. Why the heck do guys have better lips than us? His lips were naturally pink, full and so tempting, so inviting, so hypnotic.... taunting and teasing me to have a taste of the forbidden desire.

His lips moved before slowly a smirk crept up to them, his tongue sensually gliding over his lower lips rendering them wet and making me gulp instinctively, I glanced at him, removing my gaze from his tempting lips only to see him smirking amusingly at me, my cheeks flushed for getting caught, my hands patting my cheeks almost reflexively due to alcohol in my system, certainly giving away that I was indeed checking him out.

I thanked God when he didn't make any corny statement on my drooling session.

He gave me space to get myself together by swiftly turning towards the bartender and ordering for both of us, "I will have whiskey on rocks and sexy what about you?" he asked, now turned to me anticipating an answer...

"I will have the same," I told the bartender my order and then slowly whirled around to thank the handsome stranger. But my mouth babbled out shit that half of the time wasn't even acknowledged by my brain. "You aren't trying to spike my drink. Are you?" I inquired with a small chuckle, when my brain finally started somewhat coexisting with my mouth then I hastily slapped my mouth in surprise, way to go Shana!

My awkward moment was followed by his rich chuckle, I swooned over his deep voice if that was even possible considering I had already started seeing double bartenders."I don't think you should have whiskey I mean you are already drunk," he suggested while staring at me amusedly. My smile twisted in a frown on his words, I wanted to drink more. Why is he forbidding me to do so?

"My choice. Mr Fancypants," I tried to declare sarcastically but ended up giggling at my innovative nickname, I should really try my luck as a standup comedian!

His eyes twinkled upon hearing my answer, his eyes changing demeanour like a chameleon, once they were showing amusement and then next they have a different more intense look swimming in them "I guess you don't know who I am?" He said and looked straight into my eyes with a mischievous glint.

I pouted confusedly at his question, and since my mouth was with no filter today, I blurted out the first thing going inside my brain, "No. Should I knowww...Who you are?? Mr Fancypants or as in your language..... Mr Sexy.?" I slurred flirtatiously, instinctively. I knew that alcohol was slowly taking over and messing with my mind, but I felt free from the heavy burden placed on my shoulders, it felt good for non-existing moments.

Just as he was about to reply, the bartender arrived with our drinks, whisky on rocks for both of us.

"Please enjoy your drink Mr king," the bartender said as he placed the drink in front of him before placing mine before me.

Hmm...why was the bartender's made-up name was funnier than mine? "Mr King...Even better..." I thought, clearly it was more creative than mine and not to forget, magnificent. I giggled under my breath at his new name. I peeked at him and saw him smirking at me, weirrrd.....but he seems to like smirking a lot. Or was his facial muscles were stiff in that position? I frowned at the possibility, I didn't wanted him to always smirk even if he was effing hot while doing so.

He slowly started sipping on his whiskey, his eyes were constantly on my every movement, I eyed my drink before gulping it down in one go.

"You sure can drink sexy..." he trailed amusedly while looking at me.

"Oh yeah, sure I cannn...." I slurred subconsciously, I mean what good I'd be if I can't even tolerate alcohol after years of practice. That's the reason I ordered spirtyus vodka shots, so that I can even properly start drinking other drinks. And why the heck bartender has his twin following him all around?

"Why are you drinking so extensively? breakup or bad day?" he asked casually tilting his head to his right side, his hand skillfully swirling the drink around.

"Why do *hiccup* you think I *hiccup* will tell you? " I whispered thoughtfully and giggled lightly, his lips are so pouty. Why can't I have those pairs?

"Your choice," his lips moved hypnotising me in their trance. I shook my head literally to divert my attention. We focused on drinking, glasses after glasses, he was visibly starting to lose his uptight demeanour, I don't know but I think it's already midnight. All the twins from the club started leaving, every single one of them had a twin! How phenomenal! I was pulled out of my thoughts by his slightly wavering voice,

"So what's your name sexy?" Those lips need to stop moving, they are distracting as heck! he continued on his drink while I rummaged through my brain for my name. Was it Diane? No, it was something with S. Shana! I proceeded to get the name out of my mouth before I forget it again.

"Sh..*hiccup* ..Oops " I giggled and started again " Shana Rajput... " I slurred in response.

"Shana," my name rolled off his tongue smoothly causing a shudder to travel through my body, heat surged through the right places. He did it like he was feeling how it feels coming from his mouth. "Sexy name for a sexy woman..." he mumbled intensely staring at me. How original.

His lips turned into an amused smirk so I assumed that I probably said it out loud, it didn't cause the well-expected response in me, quite the opposite, my gaze was etched to his inviting lips and I so desperately wanted to taste those luscious petals. They were mocking me for not doing anything for so long.

I leaned a little closer subconsciously, his cologne clouded my remaining senses and all the sane thoughts went out of the window at that moment, I knew the temptation and curiousness to taste those lips were much more than any other need. confidence surged through me, alcohol perfectly playing its role. I did the first and only thing going in my mind, I got up from my seat, sat on his lap and crashed my lips on his...giving in to the temptation. His taste flooded through me and I felt a weird feeling erupting in my stomach, almost like a tickle. His lips were soft yet hard, moving on mine in sync gaining multiple moans from me. I couldn't taste anything else than whiskey but there it was a slight taste of sandalwood in between. I know I'm going to regret this tomorrow but only for tonight, I want to forget my problems, become carefree. Just once. Just tonight.

I hesitantly separated from him, still clutching his shoulders in fear that he would reject me and said in a low voice "Do you want to find out what else is sexy in me?" His eyes darkened even more precisely at my words, his hold tightening on my waist impossibly, not that I minded.

"Let's get out of here...Sexy..." he said with the same passion as me, and I knew there was no going back now. I needed this.

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I don't know how we travelled through all the hallways, I don't know how the f*ck we ended in front of his suite but I certainly knew that I was liking what he was doing to me, his lips were completely on mine, devouring and consuming all of me, taking both what I have to offer and what I didn't know I had to offer. I was trying to reciprocate his kisses with the same intensity but was failing miserably when his kisses left me light-headed and needing more.

His one hand moved from under my thigh but I was nowhere near to tripping over, my legs were securely wrapped around his torso and I subconsciously ground against him, gaining a hoarse moan from him, stabilising his breathing he fumbled a card key and opened the door while still kissing me furiously, I was out of oxygen whenever he kissed me, making me see stars, galaxies and everything in between.

He hauled both of us inside his suite, his hands all upon me, gripping my ass making me moan at the feeling, the door closed with a loud thud before he literally shoved me against the closed door, If the air hadn't left me before it certainly did this time. I inhaled a little in a form of a gasp before his lips were on mine once again.

He lightly sucked on my lower lip, sending series of shivers down my spine, I was dripping wet down, my juices were leaking through my panties and the feeling was so intense that I could alone cum from it, goosebumps erupting on my body, he lightly tugged my lower lip for permission and I gave him just that without hesitation.

If I thought his kisses were lethal before then I was so wrong, his tongue darted into my mouth, battling with mine for dominance, his tongue skillfully guided me through it without forcing me into submission which was somehow so different yet sexy, he waited till I myself gave him to lead and then he handled it like a beast, marking his sovereignty with every single stroke of his, making me moan and gasp at once. He absolutely knew what he was accomplishing. His every single stroke filled me with profound heat that slowly was inundating me all.

He settled me down, slowly but surely, his heavy breath flowing on my forehead intoxicating me into a world of pleasure, his leg resting between mine and he purposely occasionally slides it along my core making me arch my back for more.

"Please.." I mumbled incoherently, not even sure what exactly I wanted but he most certainly did. His hands were drawing circles on my waist, leading me to the edge of my patience. I shuddered in response to my needs, I can't wait anymore.

"Soon love." He answered my body's unknown question, his head dipping down in my neck, placing a bare feather kiss on the crest of my shoulders before making his way up to my jaw, I sighed contentedly when his lips once again contacted with my body. He sucked on a certain spot just below my ear making my toes curl in my heels in anticipation.

It was so overwhelming that my heart was thudding against my ribcage furiously, he sucked, nipped and nibbled on my sweet spot, leaving a good mark made with patience and passion. I lightly tugged his hairs earning a growl from him, his kisses became more urgent, faster and furious.

He lifted me making me squeal a little in surprise but his lips kissed my resistance away, I wrapped my legs around him only to feel his hard erection poking my ass, I gasped when it slightly glided along my clit. Making my bundles of nerves go wild.

We reached his bed and I felt him lightly place me on the bed, he was too soft for being drunk, I leaned on my shoulders to look at him standing near the foot of the bed, his hand fisted in resistance.

"I won't do anything if you don't want me to. You can stop me whenever you want but I need to kn-"

I disturbed him in between. "Please stop blabbering and f*ck me already!!" I yelled in frustration and before I even knew it he was hovering over me, my hands tightly clasped against the bed, deterring any sort of my moment. My chest heaved in eagerness, I shuddered beneath his golden gaze, brown eyes undressing me virtually.

"With pleasure." He whispered making me smash my lips to his, already ready for the damage and regret coming tomorrow, already accepting the need for this fine specimen hovering over me, claiming every single part of me. His fingers softly lowered one of my spaghetti straps down my shoulder and trailing his lips down to my exposed collar bones. Nibbling on it while I converted into nothing but a moaning mess beneath him.

I arched my back when his hands circled my chest around to reach my zippers, never once he stopped his kisses. I felt cherished with his feathery kisses all over me. He even kissed my eyelids, I don't know if it was subconsciously or consciously.

My zipper opened with a sound before he swiftly discarded it off my body, leaving me only in my black lacy panties since my dress didn't need a bra. He eyed my breasts before lunging upon them.

Taking one of them in his mouth and rolling his tongue around my nipple making electricity and nerves run through my body directly connecting with clit, and I lost it when his hands fumbled with my other nipple, I f*cking cummed just by his touch on my overly sensitive nipples.

I rode over the waves of pleasures of my orgasm, shuddering and screaming beneath him from the pleasure he induced in me. He stared at me with dark lust flowing in his eyes and continued to suck on them, giving each one of them equal attention, sending jolts after jolts of pleasure through my body. I never once in my life thought that I would cum just by someone sucking on my breasts.

"So f*cking perfect." He mumbled on my chest making me blush. But I forgot it as quickly as it came when he bit one of my nipples making me curse loudly, I clutched his hair to gesture him to keep going but he had other plans. He detached himself from me before easily taking off his V neck over his head, his glorious body shining under the warm light of the room, his hard pectorals with abs and a hard V-line following up. My mouth parched at the sight, his jeans showing a very prominent bulge in them. He slowly unbuckled his belt before stepping out of his jeans as well. His boxers doing nothing to hide his huge bulge that looked painfully hard.