Amelia couldn't remember the last time she had felt this reckless. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat louder than the music pulsing around her in the crowded bar. Nicholas's eyes remained locked on hers, unwavering, making her feel like the only person in the room. His presence was magnetic, and despite the warning bells clanging in her head, she found herself inching closer.
"So, Amelia," he said, his voice deep and smooth, "are you always this cautious, or am I just special?"
She arched an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a half-smile. "I don't do this often."
"Good," he replied, his tone laced with mischief. "I prefer things that are rare."
His hand grazed her arm lightly, sending a jolt through her. She could feel the heat from his body, and it took everything in her not to lean into it, to melt into his touch. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. For years, she had been guarded, keeping her emotions locked tight. But here, with Nicholas, it was as if something primal had been unleashed.
Nicholas leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "How about we get out of here? Somewhere quieter."
Every logical part of Amelia's brain screamed no, but the fire that had ignited inside her was hard to ignore. His offer was tempting, the idea of being alone with him even more so. She knew nothing about him, yet there was an undeniable pull, something raw and dangerous that made her want to give in.
She hesitated, biting her lip as she searched his face. His gaze was intense, yet there was something guarded behind his eyes. Like he wasn't just dangerous to her—but to himself.
Against her better judgment, she nodded. "Alright."
Nicholas's smile widened, and in one fluid movement, he took her hand, leading her out of the bar. The cool night air hit her as they stepped outside, but the heat between them was unrelenting. They walked in silence for a few blocks, the hum of the city fading behind them.
Finally, they reached a quieter street. Nicholas stopped, turning to face her. His hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "You know, you're not like anyone I've met before."
Amelia's breath hitched. "I'm not sure that's a good thing."
"Oh, it is," he murmured, his voice low and husky. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, and she felt herself shiver, despite the warmth between them.
The space between them vanished in an instant. His lips met hers, soft at first, testing. But the kiss quickly deepened, becoming more insistent, more demanding. It was as if the tension that had been building between them all night finally exploded. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the strength of his body against hers. His hands gripped her waist, possessive, as if he couldn't bear the thought of letting her go.
Time seemed to blur. There was only the feel of his lips, the heat of his touch, the way his body pressed against hers. She was lost in him, in the moment, forgetting everything else.
When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Nicholas's eyes were darker than before, filled with something primal. "Amelia," he whispered, his forehead resting against hers, "this is just the beginning."
Her heart pounded in response, and though she knew she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous, she couldn't bring herself to pull back.
She didn't want to.
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