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face, sticky with their sweat; their scents mingled together in the room.
    “You do realise this contract is going to take a lot of commitment from both of us?” his voice was low, still lustful and evocatively seductive.
    She reached up to his face, ran her finger along his cheekbone, traced his scar, marvelled at his male beauty and his storm-tossed eyes that offered such dark promise.
“Come with me.” He lifted her gently from the bed and carried her in his arms into the bathroom. He turned on the taps, the water flowing full and fast, steam filling the bathroom, and as they waited for the bath to fill, he pulled her to him, his hand going under her, between her legs to touch her. Stroking her there slowly, she moaned as she reached out for his cock, holding it erect again so soon. He reached quickly to turn off the taps, returning his hand between her legs and giving her clitoris little teasing slaps; reminders of their earlier encounter, and it sent waves of shuddering pleasure through her.
“Bend over for me.”
    She looked around for where she could lean on.
    “Turn around and put you weight on the sink.”
    She lay her arms around the rim of the sink, her hands holding onto the taps.
“Spread your legs wide open my love.”
    Slowly he took her again, taking his time with long deep strokes as his cock went into her, building up the pressure inside her gradually, watching the pale beauty of her back, until he made her explode once more, her fingers locking on the taps, her head thrown back in release as he came hard inside of her.
    Pulling out of her, he ran his hand between her legs, across her soft buttocks, up her back to the base of her neck, taking hold of the back of her head and turning her around, kissing her lips as she breathed into him, melting into him.
    He tested the temperature of the water to check it was not too hot, then lifted her up and placed her in the bath.
    “I want you to bathe, and then stay the night here. I have reserved the room for your stay, just order anything you want and it will be brought up to the room.”
He jumped in the shower next to the bath and she watched him as his hands washed his body, a seductive display that mesmerised her.
    “I have to go and attend to something tonight. I will be back tomorrow morning.” He stood drying himself quickly.
    He bent down to her, reached for her hand and raised it to his lips. He kissed it, an unexpected stillness in his eyes as he looked at her.
    “I will see you tomorrow.”
    He walked out of the bathroom, dressed and left.
    Damien did not have things to attend to, but he was unnerved by what had happened. He walked fast, heading quickly out of the Club. He had to get out of there. He needed air.
    He was feeding off her, draining the goodness that he could see inside of her, taking it as succour for his damaged soul. 
    Why was she letting him treat her like this? Was this part of some twisted plan all along? Or was she using him as much as he was using her, to get over Mike?  Why had she given herself so easily to him? Why had she responded in such an unrestrained way, so passionately, without inhibition; her behaviour as sexual as his, as though her needs were as strong as his. That hadn’t been an act. She had wanted him as much as he had wanted her, and it drew him to her like an obsession, unrelenting in its greed. He wanted to return to the room, take her again, and again. Spend the night gratifying the hunger that she stoked inside of him, drain her, leave her lifeless. Take their bodies to the extremes. But he could not get involved with her, any more than he already had done. He didn’t do relationships. He hadn’t for a very long time and he wasn’t about to change that. He needed to be alone. It was the only way he could live. He knew the problem he had would not go away. He would not let her see him that way, and it was pointless even considering it; he would never let it come to that. This was just a temporary