I watched him from barely an arm’s length away as he took two vials of some unknown liquor from the server as she swayed past. He handed one to me and I thought I saw him wink right before he threw back the tube and tossed it on a vacant table behind us. I brought my own vial to my lips and I felt my eyes begin to water even before the alcohol burned its way down my throat. Following his example, I lobbed the tube on the table top as well. When I turned back to him, his eyes were unfocused, staring out over the sea of gyrating bodies we stood on the edge of.

The music was loud, the smoke was heavy, and colored lights pierced the hazy darkness that permeated the enormous room as they flashed against the sweat of countless barely-clothed dancers. I don’t know how long I stood there, but suddenly, his body was pressed tight against mine. His smaller hands ran down my chest to rest at my hip while his lips caressed my ear.

“Dance with me.”

That lustful request, which sounded more like a command, made my eyes flutter shut. His breath was hot against my cheek and neck and it sent chills up my spine. Looking down at him, I replied, “But someone would notice that we’re both--”

“It doesn’t matter.”

I knew it didn’t matter. I wanted him pressed tight against me like he was now. I wanted to run my hands down his soft body. I wanted to taste his sweat on my tongue.

He knew what I wanted. Raising up on the balls of his feet, he balanced himself against my chest and pressed our lips together, our tongues meeting somewhere in between. I ran my hands down his sides until they reached his leather-bound hips, holding him against me.

Pulling away, he looked into my eyes, his lips turning up in a knowing smile, and he took my hand in his, leading me out onto the dance floor. We weaved between the other patrons until we reached the center of the ocean of bodies. Turning around to face me, he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled himself close. I felt my hands slide down his back of their own accord, wandering past his hips to cup his ass. Squeezing with an almost possessive air, I brought him even closer.

And we danced.

Bound by the bass and pulsating lights rolling over us, we moved as one, pressed tight against each other. Our hands trespassed over each other’s body, our eyes locked, telling secrets we wouldn’t dare utter. At one point he turned around and pressed his back against my chest, his ass against my hips, as his arms stretched up over his head so that his nails could scratch at my shoulders. I ran my hand open-palmed down his thigh while my tongue took the opportunity to run over the back of his bare neck, laving the raised knots of his spine.

I could taste his sweat.

He moaned deep in his throat and thrust back against my hips. One of my arms slid around his ribs and spun him about to face me again. The submissive, wanton, and glazed look I expected wasn’t written in his eyes. Instead, there was scrawled a carnal lust, daring me to take it a step further.

He was a predator.

And he wanted me.

And he knew he would have me tonight.

And at that moment, as I slid my hand over the curve of his ass and down his thigh, bringing it up to hook over my hip, I didn’t give a damn.

Because I wanted him too.

Our bodies rocked against each other in a vulgar reenactment of what we knew was yet to come. We fucked each other with our clothes on in the middle of some shady club’s dance floor.

I grew hard against him while his breaths came in sharp, shallow pants, his chest heaving against my own. It grew to be too much for me to bear and I lunged forward, capturing his lips with mine in a hungry kiss. He wrapped his arms around me as my tongue thrust between his lips, his hands clinging almost desperately to my shirt and drawing a groan from somewhere deep in my chest. Pulling out of the kiss, breathless, he whispered against my ear.

“I think we should go.”

“I think so too.”

Sliding out of my arms, he led me by the hand out the other side of the club and we slipped into the cool night, the club’s music still pounding in my head like some ancient rhythm.

When we entered the cab, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. He didn’t seem to mind. The taxi driver probably got an eyeful. The city streets passed by in a blur as the man behind the wheel brought us to the expensive hotel. They made the exchange of money as I sucked on his neck, bruising the pale column under my lips.

Taking my hand in his, he pulled me out of the car and to the back door of the hotel. He slid his key card through the lock and dragged me through the deserted hallway and into the vacant elevator. No sooner had the doors closed than he thrust me up against the polished walls. Locking our lips again, his hands were everywhere, drawing sounds from me with such ease that I probably would have been terrified at his skill if I wasn’t so intoxicated with his scent.

Twisting his delicate fingers in the collar of my shirt, he pulled me out of the elevator and down the silent hall. Our pants echoed off of the walls. When we reached our room, I pinned him against the door and fished in his back pocket for our keycard. Kissing him again, I slid the key into the lock and threw the door open.

We tore each other’s clothes off of our sweat-slick bodies with such force I was surprised they survived at all. Within seconds I was on top of him, thrusting between his legs as he moaned and arched of the bed, raking his fingernails down my back. I looked into his eyes and saw something spark. With a gasp, I felt myself flipped over onto my back while his body slid off the bed. I growled and caught his wrist, bringing him back to me.

“Don’t worry.”

He smiled that knowing smile again and I released him. Closing my eyes, I lay atop the bed, trying to silence the music still rolling in my head. For a few seconds, I could hear him rummaging around in the bathroom drawers before I felt the bed shift and his body return to its position above me. My eyes snapped open as slick fingers wrapped around my length.

Bending over, he coated my aching sex with lotion before crawling atop me again. His eyes never left mine as he sat up and impaled himself on my need. His fingernails carved angry red lines in my chest while my hands ran up his thighs to his hips, guiding him as we fucked.

His eyes held the same primal lust that I had seen in the club. This was not the Chachamaru I knew. This man was dark…dangerous…deadly. He held some awesome power that I was only now just barely brushing against.

Those eyes fluttered shut as his hands went back to undo the ponytail that had bound his hair while he continued to meet me, thrust for thrust. I pushed myself off the bed and wrapped my arms around him, tangling my fingers in the freed tresses, his hands balancing himself against my arms.

With a whimper, his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into my hands, his calloused fingers squeezing my biceps while our rhythm sped up. He moaned and gasped and twisted in my lap as I rolled my hips up against him, burying myself deeper and deeper inside him. I bent my head forward to groan and pant in his ear, his name on my lips.

And all too soon it was over. I felt his body shudder and tense, his back arching almost painfully as he climaxed between our stomachs with a choked cry. I wasn’t far behind him, my own orgasm buried inside the tight heat of his body.

Panting, we collapsed back against the bed, spent.