Ava’s POV

The door shut behind us with a loud thud followed by the sound of the door being locked.

I wanted to scream. To ask him what he was doing in my room, but my body craved a different scene.

My back hit the door as the strangers lips covered mine once more, I couldn't think—wasn’t thinking. I felt like my body had been set on fire and I needed the fire to quench immediately.

I felt myself floating as the stranger lifted me off my feet and I wrapped my legs around him like a moron.

I felt so hot, I wanted the dress off me. My back hit something soft, the bed? Or perhaps the cloud, I didn't know. I didn’t care.

The pressure between my legs was unbearable and the fabric of my dress against my skin felt like a chain stopping me from breathing. I wanted it off.

“Take it off," I whispered to the stranger, my back arching at the tremor that went through my body.

The stranger grunted in response but instead of taking off my dress I heard the tearing of fabric before his lips covered mine once more.

Hands started roaming my body but that wasn't enough. I wanted more, needed more.

“I want more,” I moaned as my hand wrapped around the stranger's neck drawing him closer and he made a sound in the back of his throat. My hand felt the stranger's body, he was strong, toned.

‘Stop this Ava! What are you doing?’ I screamed in my mind but couldn’t bring my damn body to stay calm.

I felt lips on my neck, searching, tasting, demanding as the lips moved down.

A cry of pleasure escaped my lips when I felt the stranger's lips cover one of my perky nipples as my hand went to his hair, gripping it tightly, wanting him to remain there.

I have never felt this way before, so out of control—so out of my mind.

The stranger took off my bra and I heard it being thrown somewhere in the room before hands covered my breasts.

“I want more," I moaned, my legs pressing together as I clawed at the strangers back.

“Please," I whispered, not knowing what I was begging for but I needed to feel more.

The stranger moved down and I arched my back loving the feeling of his lips trailing down my stomach.

A cry of pleasure broke through my lips when I felt the stranger's fingers in my wet core as I clamped my legs shut with the stranger's hand.

“Open for me,” I heard the stranger said, his voice thick and strained, filled with an unmistakably need.

I giggled when the strangers lips kid my belly button as my fingers grabbed his hair, his breath fanning my stomach.

“You want more?" the stranger asked and all I could manage was a moan when he started kissing me on my thigh, moving from one thigh to another. I almost passed out when I felt the stranger's lips on my wet core through my panties.

I tried closing my legs but the stranger wouldn't let me as he kept them open and then slowly he took off my underwear.

I squirmed when I felt the stranger's fingers rubbing against me as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. And then lips—I felt his lips on my wetness as he savored me.

I didn't want him to stop because I might go crazy if he did.

His tongue sucked on my folds and I moaned while the stranger gave a deep groan that went straight to my already throbbing core.

I gasped as the stranger bit in my sensitive flesh before his fingers buried into me. The feeling was indescribable, it felt so surreal.

The stranger savored me like there was no tomorrow, lapping on my juice like his life depended on it.

I held onto the strangers hair tightly when I felt my lower belly tighten as my mouth parted in pleasure. And then I felt it. I gasped breathing hard as an orgasm washed through me.

The stranger didn't waste time, he came back up as he claimed my lips, while shrugging off the shirt he had on. I heard the sound of his belt buckle coming off before he too off his pants and it was discarded somewhere in the room.

My hands wrapped around the stranger's neck as I felt him position at my entrance before he slowly started to push in and our kiss became messy.

For a moment the world seemed to come to the stop as all I felt was this stranger inside me. Our tongues moved in an erotic dance, as I wrapped my legs around the stranger wanting him to move and it was like that was all the encouragement he needed.

He started moving and it wasn't slow. It felt like he was hitting straight at my womb. The sound of our skin slapping with our breathy moans filled the room as the stranger slammed into me with reckless abandon.

I felt the stranger pull out of me completely but before I could bring myself to protest, he slammed back right in eliciting a scream out of me. The stranger's thrust became harsh and brutal, he was chasing something and I didn't mind that what he was chasing was inside me.

My finger's clawed at the stranger's back when he hit a spot inside me that made me scream as I threw my head back in pleasure.

The stranger grunted, his breathing coming out harsh and fast as he buried his face into my neck like he was trying to control himself.

His lips found mine again as we engaged in a messy kiss because we couldn't concentrate. I was lost—lost in the pleasure of this stranger making my body feel things.

The stranger's thrust became unbearably harsh and I tried to pull away but he held onto my waist tightly, not letting me go.

“Fuck!" the stranger cursed as he bit into my neck, not in the way that it hurts but in such a way that if I was in my right senses I'd say affectionately.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when I felt another orgasm wash l through me and then I felt the stranger's thrust become sloppy before he found his release.

My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath. The stranger's lips found mine again but I couldn't kiss him back, not when I was slowly drifting away.

The last thing I felt before giving into the darkness was my body being flushed against a warm body.

The warm body of a stranger.