__Lana: "Marshall," she repeated, the way his name rolled off her tongue sending another shiver down his spine. She moved closer to him, her body now touching his.
"That's a strong name. Suits a strong guy like you."
She ran a finger slowly down his chest, her touch light and teasing.
__Lana: "You look like you could use a distraction," she purred. "Something to help you forget about whatever's bothering you."
Marshall swallowed, his mind whirling. The way Lana touched him, the way she looked at him, it was both exhilarating and dangerous. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that he should be focused on Emily, on fixing the fight and making things right.
But the adrenaline, and the need for distraction were all working against his better judgement. Her touch was like a drug, addictive and intense, and it was quickly clouding his thoughts.
__Marshall: "And you think you can distract me?" he asked, his voice low and challenging
A sly smile spread across Lana's face. She moved even closer to him, now almost pressed against him. Her body was warm, her curves fitting against him in all the right places. It was distracting, her proximity and the heat she radiated. He could feel his pulse quickening, his breathing growing shallow.
__Lana: "Oh, I know I can," she whispered, her voice sultry and full of promise. "Just let me show you."
Marshall's resistance was fading quickly, his body responding to her closeness in ways he didn't want to admit. Her perfume was intoxicating, her skin soft and smooth under his fingertips. Emily was fading away, replaced by this vibrant, captivating woman.
__Marshall: "Show me, then," he said, his voice hoarse.
Marshall led Lana through the crowded dance floor, his hand resting on the small of her back. They pushed through the sea of people, the music and the lights and the voices of the other dancers fading into the background. He found a secluded corner of the club, a small, dimly lit area that was relatively free of other people.
__Marshall: "This should be private enough," he said, his voice rough with desire.
He pushed Lana up against the wall, his body pressing against hers. Her gasp of surprise quickly turned into a moan as he claimed her mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. His hands roamed her body, feeling the softness of her skin, the curves of her hips.
He kissed his way down her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. She gasped and writhed under his touch, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. He could feel her body responding to his, her breathing growing shallower, her moans growing louder. The music from the club still thumped in the background, but in that moment it seemed worlds away, like a distant dream.
Marshall pulled Lana's hips closer so her body pressed against his. She gasped at the intimacy of the gesture, feeling his hardness grinding against her. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of desire.
He pressed her back against the wall, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, his own dark with hunger and need. She let out a moan of anticipation, her head falling back.
He didn't ask if she was sure; he doesn't really care. Plus, he could see the desire and need mirrored in her eyes, hear the want in her breath. And then he pushed into her. He started thrusting, making her moan even more.
He could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her response. His hands gripped her thighs, hard enough to leave marks. His breaths were coming in jagged gasps as he fought to control himself, to make this last.
Lana whimpered in his ear, her body shaking against his. She was close, so close, he could feel it in the way she trembled in his arms, in the way her body rocked against his. He bit down on her shoulder, eliciting another gasp from her.
__Marshall: "Marshall, please," she whispered, her voice pleading. "Please, I need…" She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear enough.
He adjusted his position, he turned her, her back facing him. She gasped at the new position, the heat between them almost unbearable. Then, in one swift, rough motion, he entered her. She clutched at his shoulders, her gasp turning into a long, low moan of pleasure. The feeling of her tight around him, the heat of her body, it was almost too much.
Her gasps and moans were driving him wild, her nails dug into his shoulders as he moved with quick, hard thrusts.
They both reached their climax together, their bodies tense and trembling, their gasps and moans blending together in the darkness.