21-08-2025, 07:50 PM
Sandy's first meeting with Rehan sparks an
instant, electrifying connection. Despite
the seedy surroundings, their night of raw,
passionate sex leaves her breathless and
craving more. But just as their desires
reach a fever pitch, an unexpected
interruption threatens to tear them apart.
The first time I saw Rehan in person, I knew this wasn’t going to be just another Tinder date. The air in the
metro station was thick with the scent of sweat and stale perfume, but when he stepped off the train,
everything else blurred. He was taller than his photos suggested, broad-shouldered in a way that made my pulse
quicken, his dark eyes scanning the crowd before locking onto mine. A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips—like
he already owned me.
“Sandy,” he murmured, his voice rough, low, the kind that slid under my skin and settled between my thighs.
His fingers brushed mine as he took my hand, and I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my body
reacted—how my nipples tightened under my dress, how my breath hitched when his thumb traced lazy circles
over my knuckles.
“We should get a room,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. The words hung between us, heavy with promise.
Rehan’s grin turned predatory. “Oh, we will.”
The first hotel turned us away. The desk clerk barely glanced up from his phone, muttering something about “no
vacancies” in a tone that suggested he didn’t give a damn. Rehan’s jaw tightened, his fingers flexing against
mine like he was fighting the urge to slam his fist on the counter. I could see the frustration coiling in him, the
same desperation clawing at me. We needed a bed. A door. A place where I could finally find out if his hands
were as rough as his words.
The second place was worse. The lobby smelled like mildew and cheap air freshener, and the man behind the
desk leered at me like he was already undressing me with his eyes. Rehan’s grip on my waist turned possessive,
his fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp. “No,” the man said, shaking his head before Rehan could
even open his mouth. “Full.”
I could feel Rehan’s anger vibrating through him, his breath hot against my temple as he muttered, “Fuck this.”
His free hand slid down to squeeze my ass, hard, like he was reminding himself—and me—what we were here
for. “We’ll find somewhere.”
instant, electrifying connection. Despite
the seedy surroundings, their night of raw,
passionate sex leaves her breathless and
craving more. But just as their desires
reach a fever pitch, an unexpected
interruption threatens to tear them apart.
The first time I saw Rehan in person, I knew this wasn’t going to be just another Tinder date. The air in the
metro station was thick with the scent of sweat and stale perfume, but when he stepped off the train,
everything else blurred. He was taller than his photos suggested, broad-shouldered in a way that made my pulse
quicken, his dark eyes scanning the crowd before locking onto mine. A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips—like
he already owned me.
“Sandy,” he murmured, his voice rough, low, the kind that slid under my skin and settled between my thighs.
His fingers brushed mine as he took my hand, and I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my body
reacted—how my nipples tightened under my dress, how my breath hitched when his thumb traced lazy circles
over my knuckles.
“We should get a room,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. The words hung between us, heavy with promise.
Rehan’s grin turned predatory. “Oh, we will.”
The first hotel turned us away. The desk clerk barely glanced up from his phone, muttering something about “no
vacancies” in a tone that suggested he didn’t give a damn. Rehan’s jaw tightened, his fingers flexing against
mine like he was fighting the urge to slam his fist on the counter. I could see the frustration coiling in him, the
same desperation clawing at me. We needed a bed. A door. A place where I could finally find out if his hands
were as rough as his words.
The second place was worse. The lobby smelled like mildew and cheap air freshener, and the man behind the
desk leered at me like he was already undressing me with his eyes. Rehan’s grip on my waist turned possessive,
his fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp. “No,” the man said, shaking his head before Rehan could
even open his mouth. “Full.”
I could feel Rehan’s anger vibrating through him, his breath hot against my temple as he muttered, “Fuck this.”
His free hand slid down to squeeze my ass, hard, like he was reminding himself—and me—what we were here
for. “We’ll find somewhere.”
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