Concealed within the gentle moonlight's embrace, her graceful silhouette unfurled before him like an enchanting specter of ethereal beauty.
She stood there, petite and tranquil, capturing his undivided attention. Had she diminished in stature since the bar encounter? Perhaps, he mused, the bar stool had skewed his perspective.
Yet, he couldn't recall her being this resplendent back at the bar either. Maybe he had been too generous with the spirits.
Justin moved nearer, drawn by her exotic allure, a fusion of fresh pine and orange blossom scents enveloping him, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath.
Her beauty was so captivating that he hadn't even realized he was holding his breath until his arms encircled her.
"My enigmatic muse, were you expecting my arrival?" he murmured softly into her ear.
To her astonishment, it was Kyle. Kyle stood there, right in the same room with her. She could hardly believe it. So, Larry had orchestrated everything behind her back?
And then there was Kyle. Had he willingly joined forces with Larry in this scheme, given that he had texted her, expressing his desire to meet her tonight? These two men, it seemed, had been scheming behind her back all along.
Did Kyle hold affection for her? Was that why he had agreed to this charade with Larry? But why was Kyle embracing her from behind, referring to her as a muse?
That mischievous cousin of hers was surely responsible for this. She resolved to teach him a lesson about meddling in others' lives.
For now, though, she needed to extricate herself from this situation. However, the more she struggled within his grasp, the tighter he held her.
"Is my little muse pretending to resist, enhancing the allure of our encounter?" Justin inquired as he felt his enigmatic muse struggle within his arms, his speech slightly slurred, altering the cadence of his words.
Why was Kyle acting this way? Amy pondered. She had no intention of having sex with Kyle merely to obtain his sperm.
Her plan had been for him to donate through artificial insemination, not through a live webcam encounter. She couldn't fathom being with anyone unless it was for love.
Beneath the moonlight, Justin's pupils were like deep whirlpools, brimming with nothing but desire for her. She looked so enchanting. Unable to restrain himself, he pressed her against the wall, ensnaring her within his embrace and kissing her fervently.
Amy could feel his lips crushing against hers, savoring her, drawing her into a trance, and seemingly extracting her very essence.
Her knees grew weak, and her heart threatened to burst from her chest. This kiss felt strangely familiar.
Suddenly, an image of the Casanova who had kissed her on that fateful night with Ronald flashed in her mind.
The way he kissed her, the sensation of his lips, it all felt eerily similar, sending shivers down her spine.
Desperate to banish that image, she clung tighter to Justin's neck, drawing herself closer and sealing her lips to his once more, allowing him to revel in his carnal desires.
Where was this intense desire coming from? Justin had never acted like an insatiable beast before.
He had always been the one in control of their encounters, the one leading the way. But with this enigmatic muse, he felt lost.
It wasn't just his behavior that had changed; his body's responses to her were different too. She was so captivating and enchanting that he found it difficult to draw a single breath.
Finally, he broke away, gazing at her in the faint moonlight. Her long, dark tresses danced in the night breeze, some even brushing against his face, as if teasing him, testing his reactions.
It was challenging to discern her features in the dimness, but the feeble moonlight provided a slender veil of light, revealing her delicate swan-like neck and luscious, pouty lips he had just devoured.
He longed to see his enigmatic muse once more. The image of the blonde from the bar simply paled in comparison to this muse in his arms now. Suddenly, in his mind's eye, he could visualize Amy, the enchantress, gazing at him with her large, midnight eyes ablaze with desire, mirroring his own.
No! No! No! His heart raced, as if desperately sprinting towards a finish line. It couldn't be. His enigmatic muse was certainly not Amy.
She was the blonde woman from the nightclub. It had to be her. She had orchestrated and manipulated him into coming here so they could continue their game.
His mind had conjured up images of Amy, the same Amy who had haunted his thoughts since their last encounter.
Justin shook his head mentally to dispel the image of Amy. He wanted to fill his thoughts with this enigmatic muse instead.
He didn't want to think of anyone else. And then an overwhelming urge surged within him to caress her cheek, to prove to himself that she was real, that his enigmatic muse was his for the night.
"This isn't how I envisioned it," Amy struggled to articulate after that intoxicating kiss, but it proved difficult, as Justin's embrace was suffocating. And then it struck her: his scent. "You've been drinking."
"Yes, I have," Justin confessed with fervor, one of his hands gently caressing her soft, supple cheek, bathed in moonlight's glow.
"I thought you didn't want me, so I indulged a bit too much."
Then, like a moth drawn to a flame, irresistibly attracted to her swan-like neck, he parted a few strands of her hair cascading onto her neck and sealed his lips on the pulsating rhythm, causing his enigmatic muse to inhale sharply.
She was alluring, bewitching, driving him to the brink of madness.
"Do you desire me as well?" Justin's words, spoken so close to her ear that they grazed her sensitive skin, reverberated through her. She could feel the pounding of her heart. bump, bump, bump. She had to maintain control.
So Kyle desired her. Why hadn't he said so from the start? Was this her chance to broach the subject of his sperm? It was now or never.
"But I do want you... well, your—" Amy began to confess, only to have Justin cut her off with another passionate kiss, consuming her with his hunger, savoring her sweet essence.
She was intoxicating, her sweetness akin to a flower dripping with nectar, and he was the bee.
"That's all I need to hear," Justin huskily whispered near her ear. Then, he carried his enigmatic muse to the bed, vowing to make this a night neither of them would ever forget.