Chapter 2 Mistaken Romance

A wave of possessiveness washed over Darnell, and he found his hands on her waist, lifting her with no effort as he hauled her toward the bed. The room was lowly lit, with the soft orange glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm luminescence over them. He set her down softly; his eyes never leaving hers as he began undressing her-his hands moving with practiced ease.

She watched him with a mix of anticipation and desire as he peeled the clothes off her, revealing soft curves. The sight of her naked beneath him sent a jolt of heat through him as he felt his heart pound in his chest.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, thick with emotion, as he leaned down to kiss her again.

She answered in a frenzy, her hands roaming his back as he pressed her into the mattress, his body covering hers. His skin on hers was electric; she found herself melting into him, her body responding to his every touch.

His hands moved lower, a reverent exploration of her body that had her shivering. He kissed his way down her neck, his lips trailing over her collarbone to her breasts, where he took one hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked gently.

She gasped; the sensation was like a jolt of pleasure right through her. "Daren," she moaned, her voice caught between desperation and desire.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell me what you want," he said, his voice low, the growl of command unmistakable.

"I want you," she said, her voice shaking with need. "Inside me."

She felt him go between her legs now, his hardness pressed against her entrance, and with a swift motion, he was inside her, filling her completely. It was an overwhelming sensation, and she cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move.

Their bodies assumed a rhythm unpredictable, the sound of breathing and moans escaping their lips. His thrusts were deep and hard, waves of pleasure coursing through her with each one. She felt herself spiral closer and closer to the edge, tension coiling tighter with every movement.

"I'm so close," she gasped, her voice cracking with the fervor of her need.

"Let go for me," he was saying, breathless as his jabs came quicker and quicker, moving their bodies together in perfect harmony.

With one final thrust, the world exploded into a kaleidoscope of pleasure, and she cried out, her cry echoing off the walls as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. When he finally released her, she went further into bliss, completely relinquishing all control at that moment.

The afterglow of their maiden encounter was wearing off; the air was thick with unsaid promises and lingering desire. He remained staring into hers, a predatory glint in his gaze that sent shivers down her spine.

"You're not done with me yet, are you?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.

"Not even close," he said, his voice low and husky with a growl that sent a thrill coursing through her.

He flipped her onto her stomach, he grabbed her hips, and went up behind her. The new position hitting her suddenly jolted through her body as juices flowed with anticipation.

He entered her from behind, his thrusts deep and powerful, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her with each stroke. The feeling of him so completely filling her up was too much to bear, and she cried out when he began to move, her nails digging into the sheets.

"Damn, you feel amazing," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful.

She could feel the tension coiling tighter inside her, the heat building to a blaze. "Daren, I'm so close," she exclaimed aloud, her voice breaking from the intensity of her need.

"Let go of me," he growled low, commanding, his voice seeming to vibrate through her body as he dove deeper, his hands grasping her hips tighter.

The room was filled with the heavy breathing and soft rustling of the sheets as they both came down from high. The well-built man collapsed beside her, panting for breath, their slick-with-sweat bodies together.

"Wow," she whispered, a satisfied smile on her lips. "That was incredible."

He smiled, his face glistening with a wet strand of hair falling across it. "And we've still got more time to explore," he said with a promise in his tone.

Lying wrapped in each other's arms, the outside world was lost. It was a moment of thrill, delicious tension promising even more adventures.

But the continued silence between them made him acknowledge something that caused a heart to skip in his chest. He looked down at the sheets, his eyes wide with incredulity at the small telltale signs of her virginity. His breath caught in his throat as he turned to stare at her, a mask of shock and incredulity.

"You.you were a virgin?" he breathed.

Her gaze lifted to his, its brown depths half-vulnerable, half-defiant. "Yes," she said stoutly.

"I wanted it to be with you."

Guilt, pride, the deep sense of responsibility overwhelmed him like a rush. Reaching out, his hand slightly trembling, he cupped her face as he gruffed,

"Why didn't you tell me?" But then she fell asleep.

He stood up instantly, grabbing his phone as he dialed a number. At the third ring, his assistant picked up the phone,

"What's the meaning of this, Louis? Why would you send over a virgin? You know how much I hate being with virgins." His voice deepened in contempt.

" What Virgin, Sir? I've been trying to reach out to you. The lady angrily left this morning. She said you never showed up to the room. Well, I've settled her but...." Louis said in frustration from the other side of the phone.

"What do you mean? I'm with her right now. What are you talking about? Who's this lady here with me?"

"You slept with another lady!!??" Louis asked, almost in a shout.

"Room 126, right?" He stood up, checking the card only to see 129.

Dang it!

He was in the wrong room and made love with the wrong woman. She looked so peaceful. What had he done? He stood up abruptly, briefly wore his clothes and then stepped out.

"I'll be back for you." And with that he left, the sound of the door in a quiet bolt as Darnell tossed to the other side of the bed resuming her sleep, unaware of the worst that had just happened.