Chapter 5 A night with a stranger [2]

By the time the elevator reached their floor, they were both breathless and flushed with desire. The doors opened, and they stumbled out, their hands all over each other as they made their way to Athena's room. She fumbled with the key card, her hands shaking with excitement, and Vincent took the opportunity to kiss her again, his lips demanding and insistent.

Finally, the door clicked open, and they practically fell into the room, the intensity of their desire driving them forward. As soon as the door closed behind them, Vincent pushed Athena against the wall, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her with a fierce urgency.

Athena's hands moved to his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and sliding it off his shoulders. She marveled at the sight of his toned chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. Vincent's hands were equally busy, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her lace lingerie.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and hungry.

Athena's breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze, and she felt a surge of confidence. "Show me how much you want me," she whispered back, her voice a seductive challenge.

Vincent didn't need anymore encouragement. Vincent's eyes darkened with desire as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers, and their lips met in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, tugging at her clothes and baring her skin to his touch.

Athena arched into him, her own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest. Vincent trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, making her moan softly. He continued downward, his lips brushing over her breasts, teasing her nipples until she was writhing beneath him.

"Vincent," she gasped, her voice laced with need.

He didn't stop, moving lower until he was between her thighs. With a wicked grin, he kissed her inner thighs, his breath warm and tantalizing. Then, he buried his face in her, his tongue flicking and teasing her most sensitive spot.

"Fuck!" Athena cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth. Vincent's hands held her firmly in place as he worked her over, his tongue and lips driving her wild with pleasure. She gripped the sheets, her body trembling as she neared her climax.

Vincent looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to hear you scream my name."

Athena did just that, her voice echoing through the room as she came undone, her entire body shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. Her knees trembled, her thighs quivering uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Panting heavily, she looked down at him, her gaze locking onto his. She could see how hard he was, his erection straining against his pants. Desire coursed through her veins, and she licked her lips, her voice husky with need. "I want it inside me, Vincent. I want you to fuck me."

Vincent cursed under his breath, the raw desire in her voice driving him wild. With shaking hands, he tore open the condom packet and swiftly rolled it onto his thick, throbbing cock. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're going to take every inch of me," he growled.

Athena's breath hitched in anticipation, her body aching for him. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and she moaned softly, her hips instinctively tilting up to meet him. "Do it, Vincent. Fuck me hard."

With a deep, guttural groan, Vincent pushed into her, his cock stretching her walls as he filled her completely. "Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her hips firmly.

Athena gasped at the sensation, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. Each thrust was deep and powerful, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. "Oh God, yes!" she cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Vincent set a relentless pace, his hips slamming into hers with each powerful thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice thick with lust.

Athena wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside her. "Harder, Vincent. Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice desperate and breathless.

He obliged, increasing the intensity of his thrusts until she was on the brink of another orgasm. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, building and building until she couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm going to come again," she moaned, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Come for me, Athena," Vincent commanded, his own release nearing.

With a loud cry, Athena came undone once more, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as she was consumed by another powerful orgasm. The sensation pushed Vincent over the edge, and he thrust into her one last time, burying himself deep inside her as he came with a raw, primal groan.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies intertwined, panting heavily as they came down from their high. Vincent gently pulled out of her and disposed of the condom, then lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms.

"Fuck, that was incredible," he murmured, his voice still husky with desire.

Athena smiled, her head resting on his chest as she caught her breath. "Yeah, it was," she agreed softly, feeling utterly satisfied and content.

The night was a haze of passion and temptation, their bodies entwined in a relentless dance of desire. As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Athena squinted, her head throbbing slightly from the night's indulgence. It took her a moment to register where she was and what had transpired.

Groaning softly, she turned her head to find Vincent sleeping beside her, his features serene and handsome in the morning light.

Unable to help herself, she admired him, a smile tugging at her lips as memories of their passionate night flooded back.

Vincent's features were striking, his chiseled jawline shadowed by a hint of stubble. His tousled dark hair framed a face that was both rugged and handsome.

His lips, full and tempting, had been the source of so much pleasure. But it was his eyes that captivated her the most-deep, intense, and a shade of blue that seemed to pierce right through her.

As he slept, a serene expression softened his otherwise fierce demeanor, making him look almost boyish.

Just then, her phone rang, breaking the tranquil moment. Just then, her phone rang, breaking the tranquil moment. It was Cynthia. Athena reached for the phone, carefully sliding out of bed to avoid waking Vincent. "Hey," she whispered, her voice still groggy.

"Madam, we need to leave for the flight in half an hour. I have arranged for breakfast at the hall," Cynthia reminded her, her tone brisk and efficient.

Athena glanced at the clock, sighing softly. "Got it. I'll be ready."

"Be quick, please," Cynthia added before hanging up.

Athena put the phone down, her eyes drifting back to Vincent. He remained peacefully asleep, oblivious to the world around him.

She checked the time and slipped out from the bed, the sheets falling from her naked chest. Athena went inside the bathroom to freshen up but upon reaching there she realised she didn't had any spare clothing with her. She cursed under her breath.

As Athena emerged from the bathroom, her mind still foggy from sleep, she was met with the sight of Vincent awake, his eyes watching her with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Good morning," he greeted her, his voice low and husky.

"Morning," she replied, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks as she realized she was still clad in nothing but his shirt from the night before.

As she reached for her phone to call Cynthia, Vincent moved with a suddenness that took her by surprise, pulling her into his lap with a playful grin. She couldn't help but laugh as he teased her, his hands wandering over her body in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

"Vincent, I need to make this call," she protested half-heartedly, her fingers fumbling with the phone as his lips brushed against her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. "Can't it wait?" he murmured, his hands sliding possessively over her hips. "I promise to make it worth your while."

Athena tried to suppress the shiver of anticipation that ran through her at his words, but it was futile. With a playful glare, she managed to focus on her phone long enough to dial Cynthia's number, but as she began to speak, Vincent's lips trailed lower, leaving her struggling to maintain her composure.

Cynthia's voice on the other end was brisk and businesslike, but Athena found it increasingly difficult to concentrate as Vincent's teasing grew more insistent. She tried to keep her tone steady as she confirmed their plans, but each teasing caress from Vincent threatened to undo her completely.

"My love, I need a favor," Athena managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt Vincent's fingers tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh, making it hard to focus. "Could you send some spare clothes to my room?"

Cynthia sighed on the other end, clearly aware of Athena's tendencies. "Of course, Madam. I'll have them sent up in fifteen minutes," she replied politely. However, she couldn't help but notice the breathy quality of Athena's voice. "Is everything okay?"

Athena bit her lip, trying to keep her voice calm as Vincent's fingers slid between her folds, teasing her relentlessly. "Yes, everything's fine," she lied, her voice hitching slightly. "Just... just a bit tired."

Vincent smirked against her neck, his breath hot on her skin. "You sound more than just tired," he murmured, his fingers dipping into her wetness, making her gasp.

Cynthia's concern grew. "Madam, are you sure you're alright? You sound a bit... out of breath."

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Athena replied, struggling to maintain her composure as Vincent's fingers began to slide in and out of her. She clung to the phone, her knuckles white as she fought to keep her voice steady. "Just... send the clothes, please."

Cynthia sighed again, clearly sensing that something was amiss but not pressing further. "Alright, they'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Thank you," Athena breathed, quickly ending the call and dropping the phone onto the bed. She turned her attention back to Vincent, who was watching her with a wicked grin.

"You're such a fucking tease," she gasped, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand.

Vincent chuckled darkly, his fingers continuing their torturous rhythm. "You love it," he replied, his voice a low growl as he leaned in to kiss her hungrily.

Athena's body responded instinctively, her hands gripping his shoulders as she kissed him back with equal fervor. "You're gonna make me lose my mind," she panted, her words muffled against his lips.

"That's the plan," Vincent whispered, his fingers curling inside her, hitting just the right spot to make her moan loudly. He watched her intently, his eyes dark with lust as he brought her closer to the edge

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Athena's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. "Fuck, Vincent," she moaned, her nails digging into his skin as she rode the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Vincent's grin widened, his fingers working faster, harder, driving her wild with need.

Athena's head fell back, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt the orgasm building inside her. "Vincent!" she cried out, her body convulsing as she came undone, her pussy clenching around his fingers.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, prolonging her pleasure until she was a quivering mess in his arms. Only then did he pull his hand away, licking his fingers with a satisfied smirk. "You taste fucking amazing," he growled.

Athena's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm. "You drive me crazy," she admitted, her voice hoarse.

Vincent's eyes sparkled with mischief. "The feeling's mutual," he said, his hands sliding down her back as he pulled her closer, their lips meeting in another heated kiss.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Athena's eyes widened, reality crashing back in. "Shit, it's Cynthia," she muttered, quickly grabbing Vincent's shirt and slipping it on.