A Kiss For Your Freedom
Chapter 4

I can tell from his smile that he likes my answer. He tightens his grip a little more around my waist and whispers in my ear, --My room's less than five minutes away and I've got beer on tap.

- I'll follow you," I say before quickly capturing his lips.

He grabs my hand and guides me through the crowd. I may be completely oblivious, but I really like him and, for once, I intend to make the most of it. After all, I'm unlikely to see him again once these four days are over. In the distance I see Melissa wink at me and show me her mobile. A signal that I should write to her if I need her.

During the few meters that separate us from the building that houses her room, her fingers caress my hand. We pass several doors until he stops in front of one and, after a turn of the key, opens it. I barely have time to look at what he's surrounding me before his lips replace mine and everything else disappears. POV Dorian

It's amazing how much I like her. I haven't felt this way about a woman in a long time. The way she kisses me, I can tell she wants it as much as I do. I wasn't expecting this. I'd just come here for a few days to decompress, but when I saw her, when I met those beautiful blue eyes, I knew I wanted to have her. That I wanted to taste her, and what a flavor, what a scent.

My hand slides under the fabric of her tank top. I've only caught a glimpse of her, but I already know she has a huge tattoo on her back, and I can't wait to replace out, I can't wait to discover every inch of her body. My fingers work their way up her back, pulling back the piece of fabric that prevents me from feeling her fully.

The sound of her moaning almost makes me lose my mind. But I don't want to frighten her. I don't want her to regret it. When I leave those lips, she grunts softly, which makes me smile slightly.

- You still want that drink," I say, continuing to run my fingers over her skin.

She runs her hand up my shirt as one of her legs slides between mine.

- If you didn't make such an impression on me, I might take the time to be civil and answer you, but I promise you that right now, it's not your bartending skills I want to discover.

My skin is covered with a pleasant tingle. She knows what she wants and I really like that. So I melt on those lips as I lift her slightly. She wraps her legs around my waist before I press her against the wall. I feel her smile against me as she arches her back slightly, I knew you had a wild side. -I'm sure you've got a wild side.

- I'm just waiting to replace out.

I grab her handgrips with one hand, placing them above her head, while with the other I lift her tank top, freeing her breasts, which I rush to kiss. Her skin is so soft, so warm, and the almost indecent way she moans as I nibble the tips of her breasts makes me forget everything else, the festival, the music that's reaching the room. I just want to hear her a little more.

I only let go of her to take off my T-shirt and she allows herself to observe me, running her tongue over those lips.

- I can guarantee you that if I'm dreaming, I have no desire to wake up," she says, placing her hands on my chest.

I don't know if she realizes it, but she's devilishly sexy and awakens a part of me that I thought was gone forever.

- Wait until I make you shout my name, sweetheart, and you'll see it's not a dream," I say, catching her lips before undulating my hips between her thighs.

Quickly, our clothes end up on the floor. Neither of us wants to waste time. I pass my free arm across the small of her back and position her before sinking into her with a single thrust. She's as wet as I am hard, and the sensation makes us both grunt. - F**k," she says, throwing her head back as she tightens her legs around me.

I stand still for a second. Both our bodies tremble as if we've both waited far too long for this. Our lips meet again and at last, our bodies resonate. It's amazing how good it feels. Every rub, every shudder, every sigh takes us a little further. I can feel how much she's letting herself go, how much she's opening up without fear of me judging her. Her body is perfect, her breasts move with my every wiggle, and she finally calls my name as the pleasure builds between us.

I feel her tighten around me, trembling with a final cry of ecstasy. Seeing her like this, I also let go, groaning as the pleasure overwhelms me. I hold her in my arms and, legs trembling, lead her to the bed where I lay her down before doing the same.

She looks up at me, perhaps realizing she's just slept with a complete stranger. I hope she doesn't regret it. I hope she doesn't try to run away when I've finally felt alive in a way I haven't for too long.

I've spent years staying away from women, especially when they're human. Years of telling myself that my luck had run out. She puts her hand on my cheek, smiling, cheeks flushed, breathless, and says, -You're amazing, Dorian.

- I'm delighted to hear that, sweetheart. But I have to say that all the credit goes to you. You're an inspiration.

She moves in for a quick kiss before repositioning herself on her back.

So you want that drink now?

- With pleasure.

I get up from the bed and watch her out of the corner of my eye as she grabs her laptop before repositioning it. That's when I see it, a magnificent phoenix adorning its back, the different shades of orange making it almost come alive. It's splendid, flamboyant, like her. I open the little fridge and take out two beers, which I open before handing her one.

She's not trying to hide her nakedness, she's not trying to get dressed.

- You're really beautiful," I say before taking a sip.

- I return the compliment," she replies, taking a sip of her own. Are you here with friends?

- With a friend, yes. He's one of the musicians in the band that was playing earlier.

Now we come to the awkward moment. That moment when we have nothing to say to each other. We don't know each other and yet I don't want to let her go, not yet. So I go for it. Before things get awkward between us.

- You want to join your friend, or am I allowed to steal a little more of your time?

- Enduring too. I have a feeling you're going to make these four days very pleasant.

- If you give me even more time, I feel obliged to please you, love.

I set my beer on the floor as I climb back onto the four-pasta bed and approach her. Her smile makes my heart beat a little faster. I have no idea who this girl is, but I love what she brings out in me.

POV Emma

When it comes to stamina, this guy breaks all records. It's crazy how he can make me vibrate, it's crazy how he can make me come so easily. Even if we don't have very deep conversations, we both have a good chat and I have to say it's a really nice feeling. We end up falling asleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night. The sound of music is still present. He kisses my forehead before holding me close.

- What do you say we go move your dream body to some music.

- I say I love the way you talk to me, handsome, and I'm in.

We quickly get dressed and head out. The atmosphere is completely different. There are bonfires everywhere and neon lights. The girls are in bikinis, the men bare-chested, and it's all about getting close, as if we'd just got a bit ahead of ourselves. I grab my cell phone and text Melissa.

"I'm still alive and well, believe me, I'm going back to the Latino scene with Dorian. Have fun."

I don't expect an immediate response. I know she's probably dancing in the corner, and to tell you the truth, it doesn't matter. For the moment, Dorian's hand in mine is enough to get my attention.

As we get to the front of the stage, his friend comes up to him and says,

- Where have you been, man? I've been waiting for you, you know you should have been here a while ago.

- Sorry," says Dorian with a smile. I'm here now.

- Yeah, that's cool, you brought a pretty girl too. Well, you're half forgiven.

- I doubt Emma wants to get up on stage and dance," he says, grabbing my waist. I'm only doing this because you're my best friend, but she doesn't owe you anything.

I look at him a little surprised, without really understanding this dance thing,

- What are you talking about?

- Night's the time for all kinds of shows," Dorian tells me. There's the music, the dancers, the numbers. I do a trick to attract a little more audience. I'll leave you two or three songs and then I'm all yours.

- And one of my dancers has run off," says her boyfriend. Wouldn't you like to dance in her place?

- I don't even know which song to dance to.

- Don't worry, they're big hits, choreographies we all know by heart, but let's face it, even if I agree it's extremely sexist, it goes down a lot better when it's pretty girls dancing or when there's a guy as hot as my buddy in the mix.

- I can understand that," I say, letting my gaze slide towards Dorian. Come on, after all, I'm here to have fun. I agree to dance.

- Great," shouts his friend, smiling. Go behind the stage for the costumes.

- Costumes," I say, opening my eyes wide.

Dorian smiles before placing a kiss on my cheek.

- Come on, darling, I can't wait to see it.

And ten minutes later, I'm in a bikini with a Hawaiian loincloth around my waist and a flower necklace around my neck. I think I look a bit ridiculous, but I have to say that when I see Dorian arrive, shirtless, also with a loincloth around his waist, I think he's even hotter than when he's dressed. I've no idea what he's going to do with the torches in his hand, but I do have more than one idea for what's coming next.