Chapter 4 A Night With A Stranger.

As the car pulled up to the mansion, Olivia's eyes widened in awe, her breath catching in her throat. The sprawling estate was a marvel of modern architecture, with sleek lines and expansive windows that seemed to stretch on forever. The grounds were immaculately manicured, with lush greenery and vibrant flowers that added a pop of color to the otherwise monochromatic landscape. The sound of soft music drifted through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

The driveway was lined with luxury cars, their sleek bodies glinting in the soft light. The exterior of the house was ablaze with lights, making it seem like a beacon of warmth and hospitality in the darkness. Olivia felt a sense of wonder wash over her, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Wow, do you live here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a sense of trepidation mixed with curiosity, her heart racing with anticipation.

Crowley smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, I do," he said, his voice low and smooth. He stepped out of the car, offering Olivia his hand. She took it, feeling a jolt of electricity as his fingers wrapped around hers.

Olivia's gaze drifted back to the house, her eyes roving over the imposing structure. "All alone?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. She felt a pang of surprise, wondering how someone as handsome and charming as Crowley could live in such a vast, empty space.

Crowley nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yeah," he said, his voice neutral. But Olivia detected a hint of sadness in his eyes, a flicker of emotion that he quickly suppressed.

As they stepped out of the car, Olivia felt a sense of a sense of unease wash over her. She trailed behind Crowley, She couldn't help but admire the lavish decor of the mansion. As they entered the elevator, Olivia felt a little flutter in her chest when the doors shut behind them..

The silence hung heavily in the air, and Olivia could almost sense the tension buzzing around them. As the elevator rose higher, her mind started to wander, picturing what it would be like to be with this stranger, whom she doesn't even know his name-- his lips gently grazing hers, his hands wandering over her skin. Just thinking about it sent a thrill through her, and she felt a warmth creeping up her cheeks from the excitement.

Crowley's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. Olivia felt like he could see right through her, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. She felt a surge of embarrassment, but Crowley just smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"We're here," he said, his voice low and smooth. The elevator doors slid open, revealing a spacious living room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. Olivia's eyes widened in awe, her heart racing with excitement.

"Welcome to my home," Crowley said, his voice filled with pride. He gestured for Olivia to enter, his eyes never leaving hers. Olivia felt a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement, her heart pounding in her chest. She stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Crowley's, and entered the luxurious living room.

Olivia's eyes lit up as she surveyed the opulent living room. "Wow, this place is amazing," she said softly. "You're seriously wealthy!"

Crowley smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement, but he didn't respond. Instead, he asked, "Coffee?" his voice low and smooth.

Olivia nodded, still taking in the opulent decor. "Yeah, sure."

Crowley made his way to a stylish, contemporary coffee bar and started brewing a fresh pot like a pro. Olivia couldn't help but be impressed as she watched him handle the machine effortlessly.

Olivia's body began to stir, her skin tingling with desire. She could feel herself wanting the touch of a man, and specifically, Crowley's hands on her. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, and Olivia's breath caught in her throat.

Crowley took a step closer, his eyes locked onto hers. "You have something right here," he said, his voice low and husky, as he gently touched the spot below her lip.

Olivia's heart skipped a beat as his fingers brushed against her skin. And then, without warning, Crowley's lips were on hers, his kiss sending shivers down her spine.

A few minutes later, Crowley handed her a steaming cup of coffee. Olivia took a sip, feeling the rich flavors dance on her tongue. She stood there, sipping her coffee, as Crowley shed his coat, draping it elegantly over the couch.

He poured himself a glass of water, and Olivia raised an eyebrow. "You don't take coffee?" she asked.

Crowley pulled a face like he'd just tasted a particularly foul pickle. "Bitter isn't a flavor, it's a punishment! Plus, let's be real, it wouldn't even wake a sloth!"."

Olivia smiled, intrigued by this small glimpse into Crowley's preferences. She took another sip of her coffee, feeling the warmth spread through her chest.

When Crowley took off his coat, Olivia couldn't help but notice his broad shoulders and defined chest. A flutter of excitement surged in her chest, making her heart race. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and it felt like time stood still as they both absorbed the tension hanging in the air.",

Olivia's body began to stir, her skin tingling with desire. She could feel herself wanting the touch of a man, and specifically, Crowley's hands on her. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, and Olivia's breath caught in her throat.

Crowley took a step closer, his eyes locked onto hers. "You have something right here," he said, his voice low and husky, as he gently touched the spot below her lip.

Olivia's heart skipped a beat as his fingers brushed against her skin. And then, without warning, Crowley's lips were on hers, his kiss sending shivers down her spine.

As Crowley's lips touched hers, Olivia's mind was flooded with sensual thoughts. She imagined his strong hands exploring her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her skin. She pictured herself wrapped in his arms, feeling the warmth of his chest against hers.

Her thoughts grew more explicit, and she envisioned Crowley's lips on her neck, his breath hot against her skin. She imagined the feel of his body on top of hers, the weight of him pressing her into the bed.

Olivia's desire surged, and she felt herself getting lost in the fantasy. She imagined the sound of Crowley's voice, low and husky, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She pictured the feel of his skin against hers, the sensation of his fingers inside her.

As the kiss deepened, Olivia's thoughts grew more frenzied, her desire for Crowley building with every passing moment.

As Crowley's hands began to roam over her body, Olivia felt her fantasies start to become reality. His fingers danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her mind clouding with desire.

Crowley's lips never left hers, his tongue probing the depths of her mouth as he kissed her with increasing urgency. His hands were everywhere, pulling off her clothes, caressing her skin, and sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Olivia's hands were just as busy, tugging at Crowley's clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Their lips were still locked together, their tongues entwined, as they stumbled towards the bedroom.

Crowley swept Olivia into his arms, carrying her across the threshold as if she weighed nothing. He laid her down on the bed, his eyes burning with desire as he gazed at her naked form.

His lips trailed down her neck, kissing and licking her skin, sending shivers down her spine. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, making her gasp with pleasure.

Olivia's body arched, her hips bucking, as Crowley's touch ignited her. She felt the room spin, her senses blur, as pleasure consumed her.

Olivia felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her body arching upwards, seeking more of Crowley's touch. She was aware of nothing except the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of his lips, and the sound of his ragged breathing.

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Under the night, they whispered and touched, lost to the outside world. Laughter mingled with kisses as they shared stories in intimate silence.

Morning came too soon, sunlight streaming through the windows, casting golden hues on rumpled sheets and discarded clothes. Olivia woke first, watching him sleep for a moment before reality set in.

She dressed quietly, slipping her heels into her hands to avoid waking him. On the desk, she found a notepad and scribbled a note: Thank you for a night worth remembering.

Olivia lingered at the entrance, giving him a final look over her shoulder before she exited.