Chapter 2 - The Amber Womam

"Amber! Amber!"

"Damn! Fucking hot!"

"Spread those legs for me, baby!"

Men chanted her name like a prayer as she walked on stage wearing her mask.

I watched as she moved her hips sensually in the rhythm of the music. She looked so lost as she danced, as though she loved every second of it.

I don't know why, but something inside me pulls me towards her.

Lust.

I knew I was lusting over this woman. Probably even more than that.

I have never felt this way before since my wife was gone.

I went here, thinking that what Hyacinth told me about my wife would help me calm my mind. But I saw this woman, instead. I wasn't planning to find someone to fuck tonight, but fate has its own way.

I knew I have to fuck this woman. I have to taste her, or else, I would die.

I need to have this little tease.

I was waiting patiently for her in the VIP room. Waiting was never in my vocabulary, but for that woman, I don't know why I am doing this.

Every second feels like forever. And when I finally heard someone knocked on the door, fire spread across my system.

I fisted my palms when I saw her delectable figure entered the room. I gritted my teeth. I just wanted to pull her in my lap and taste her immediately. I couldn't wait any longer.

I watched her every move as she walked towards the small stage set up in front of me.

She was still wearing her mask. And it's fine. Her gorgeous body is enough to send my body on fire. I could feel my cock hardening at the delicious sight of her.

As she approaches the dance pole, the room filled with an air of anticipation.

She halted on the middle of the small stage.

The erotic music started to fill the room. It made me breathe in shallow pattern when she started touching her body, and feel the music with her eyes closed behind that mask.

This is pure torture. I want to run my tongue in every inch of her delicate skin. The need to touch her becomes a relentless craving, like an insatiable hunger that gnaws at my soul. My fingertips were starving to feel her.

Hunger throbbed in the pit of my stomach and radiated throughout my body.

I was breathing raggedly. I can't take this anymore. I need to have her.

I don't know how long it was, but when the music stopped, it feels like a salvation. I swallowed hard.

"Come here," I whispered, almost begging. I found my breath quickening as my skin tingling in desperation.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her body was a fucking tease. I want to cover her skin with my marks.

"Sit on my lap...'

Her eyes widened behind her mask.

"I'm sorry?" She tilted her head, confused.

And God, her voice was enough to make me cum.

"Sit on my lap. Didn't you hear me?"

I calmed myself. If only I could just pull her and fuck her. But I won't do that. I don't want to scare her.

With a sigh, she did what I said. When I felt how soft her skin was against mine, I knew it was not good, because I was already obsessing over someone who's not my wife, who's not Nieva.

I should feel guilty for feeling this way. I'm cheating on my wife. But I can't seem to think of anything else right now. All I want is to have a taste of this woman in front of me.

In that moment, nothing else in the world matters but the intense yearning for the satisfaction of my primal desires for her.

She straddled me, making it easier for me to feel her pussy. I knew she was teasing me when she started rubbing herself against my pants.

"Do you like that?" she moaned seductively.

I swallowed hard at the raspiness of her voice.

"Yes, baby. I fucking love that," I breathed raggedly.

"Do you like how I rub my pussy against your hard dick? You're making me so wet, darling," she whispered as she quickened her pace.

"Motherfucking god... That's it. Don't stop, please." I was begging. And I would beg more just for her.

"Moan so fucking loud for me, daddy..." she gritted out.

A trembling moan escaped her lips. And that's when I lost it.

I crashed my lips against her soft ones hungrily. God, her lips were sinful.

She gripped my collar, pulling me closer as if trying to conquer the distance that had separated us for too long. I wrapped my arms around her with possessive force, holding her, never intended to let go.

I pushed her long hair and graced my tongue on her delicate, soft neck. I was right. She tastes so fucking good.

I want to mark her. I want to bury my fangs on her and make her mine.

"Oh, god. Yes, please." Her begging voice was torture for me. This woman already had me wrapped around her little fingers. Every fiber of me was ready to worship her.

I guided her hips as she rocked herself. My eyes were heavy. I need her now. I need to fuck her. And I swear to fucking god, I will die if I won't get to have a taste of her tonight.

I aggressively pulled down the straps of her bra, revealing her soft, perky breasts, making me salivated. She is a goddess.

Like a hungry child, I dipped my head down her nipple and sucked her desperately. I was trembling with need for her.

And hearing her soft moans makes me want to mark her.

I was gasping for air as I stopped sucking her sweet, pink nipple.

Her eyes were hooded. She looked intoxicated. And I knew she was also feeling the same way.

"Can I see your face, baby?" I whispered, almost begging.

A dark smirk crept in her lips. I saw something flashed in her eyes behind her mask.

"Are you sure?" The tone of her voice was telling me something, but I ignored it.

"Let me see you, please. I want to see your face. I want to see how beautiful you are..."

I was about to reach for her mask to take it off but she held my wrist with a taunting smile. It was difficult for me to read her thoughts.

"Why do you want to see me, though? This is the last time that we're gonna see each other, anyway."

"Who said this is the last time?" I gritted. "I want to see you again after this. I want to see more of you. I want to know you more."

"What if you'll get disappointed once you see my face?"

I smiled. "I doubt that. Your eyes and lips are enough proof for me to say you are beautiful..." Because they resemble my wife's, I wanted to add, but chose not to.

I swallowed hard as her palm caressed my chest. Her palm travelled up my neck, and to my hair, feeling me between her fingertips.

"You really know how to use your lips, Mister. You know how to get a girl with just your words," she breathed.

"You haven't seen how much I can do with my lips, though," I whispered softly.

"I would love to see it." She started rocking her hips slowly, and a moan escaped her throat.

I clenched my jaw, stopping myself from tearing her lacy panties.

"Take off your mask, please, baby," I begged in a trembling voice.

She stopped, and stared at me for a few moments.

"What if you'd get... scared?" She whispered the last word.

"Why would I be scared?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "You might find me ugly, or scary..."

"I told you. That's impossible. Please, just let me see you now. I'm begging..."

She stared at me for a couple of moments before she slowly took off her mask.

But when her face was finally revealed, time seemed to slow down.

My mind raced to grasp the magnitude of the revelation, like a lightning bolt in the dark as the unexpected twist of fate had just unfolded before me. The world around me seemed to fade, leaving me in a stunned silence.

It was her, unmistakably her, yet so much time had passed since I last laid eyes on her.

Her eyes, the same shade of deep brown that had captivated me from the moment we met, held a mixture of emotions, but I couldn't decipher any of it. Every fiber of my being longed to reach out to her, to touch her and reassure myself that she was real. But doubt held me back, a lingering fear that this was all a cruel trick of fate, a mirage in the desert of my loneliness.

"N-Nieva?" I whispered in shocked as I stared at her face.