Fireworks

The spectacular fireworks display continued for several more long minutes, with people gradually dispersing to other places where they apparently intended to spend the rest of the night. Because the last night of the year and actually the first night of the new one was always the longest.

Damien separated from us at one point, saying that he was going somewhere else to mate. He did say that, but when he was far enough away from almost everyone's eyes, I caught a defiant wink with a sneer directed at me. And a moment later, I received a message on the communicator from the same person.

For a while I thought about whether I should stay or not. Finally, I remembered how seductive the brunette looked in the club, and I gave up. I apologized and announced to the boys that I was going to separate from them to which I headed in a familiar direction.

I saw Damien in front of a luxurious looking building, around which several dozen people had also been. He was waiting for me with a smile on his face while his hands were buried in the pockets of his white jacket.

In silence, we headed into the apartment building to the top floor where Damien's apartment was located. Only two of us boarded the elevator, surprisingly, considering how many people were gathering on the ground floor.

With my hands in my pants pockets, I leaned against the cool wall of the elevator, scanning Damien's gaze as I did so. After staring at the buttons for a while, he leaned against the side wall across from me. He slowly started unzipping his thin jacket, to which I looked up questioningly. We were in a damn elevator, after all. Even so, I swallowed nervously and jerked my eyes to the buttons where the ninth floor was lit, we were almost at the top.

When I wanted to look back at Damien, I just saw him grab my wrist and the next moment he was heading out of the elevator and down the coridor towards his apartment. We were at the front door pretty quickly. And then it went downhill.

As soon as the door closed behind us, I didn't even blink and Damien pushed me towards it. I didn't object as I put my hands on his waist and pulled him closer to me. At that point though, we only shared one not-so-long kiss before Damien pulled away and stepped back, kicking his shoes down.

I raised a questioning eyebrow, but got no answer. Instead of words, the brunette began to take off his light jacket, which he threw somewhere where he was supposed to find a hanger. With arms crossed over my chest, I looked him over from head to toe, even though he still looked the same as he did at the club.

Damien began to back away slowly in the direction where the seating was in the middle of the spacious room, giving me a look as he was trying to tell me to follow him. So I looked down for a moment and took off my shoes, putting my hands in my pockets again and walking forward.

When I was about eight inches from Damien, I stopped, which he did as well. But the figure in front of me had nowhere to back down because his back hit the chair. However, that didn't bother him at all. he rather leaned on it with his hands, tilting his head to the side.

"You seem to like what you see," he said quietly, to which I furrowed my brow slightly. But then I nodded and glared at him again. The idiot looked better in the skirt than I did.

Damien took a piece of the fabric of the skirt in his hand, as the same piece of his outfit began to rise up slightly. My eyes no longer looked into his eyes. It looked like the new year was going to get off to an interesting start.

The dark-haired figure probably didn't like that I just stood there like a pillar of salt, because he stretched out his other hand, and by grabbing mine, he forced me to take a step closer. He kept the black skirt still rolled up, but he grabbed my wrist and led my hand under the long piece of black cloth.

With a wince, I shifted my gaze back to Damien's almost black eyes, a contented expression spreading across his face as I forced my palm to travel up his right thigh to his behind. At that moment a thought flashed in my mind - did he mistook me with a guy or what? He was acting pretty weirdly.

I couldn't take any more steps at that moment, but I still got a little closer, and I put my other hand on Damien's bare waist. At that moment, our faces were so far apart that our noses were almost touching, but there was no further kiss. Instead, I felt his relentless hands discover the unzipping of my pants. I didn't even notice that he was no longer holding my hand, but I still left it where it was.

At that moment we finally got our lips close enough to exchange another kiss, which I happily welcomed. But I interrupted him in surprise when I felt that Damien had done what he probably wanted to do already in the club. Get in my pants. Fucker.

Breathing raggedly, I closed my eyes and tightened my grip on both hands as I felt Damien move his fingers inside me a bit. I tilted my head back slightly at the sensation, to which I felt a few kisses that Damien began placing on my neck.

I opened my eyes in disappointment and glared at Damien when he stopped without warning. But he just smiled, to which he started unbuttoning my shirt. With a questioning expression, I moved my hand to his neck and then his chin, bringing his gaze up to my eyes.

Instead of doing anything I should have done, I shifted my gaze to Damien's lips, which I then ran my thumb over, which I then returned to his neck. I wanted to kiss him again, however, instead he pushed me away slightly, causing another confused expression from me.

I didn't get any explanation, but the person in question forced me to move from my place. A few seconds later, I was standing with my back to the same chair, but from the other side, while the brunette tried to take off my pants, which I watched with a little laugh.

"I had something else planned, but since it's your birthday...it can wait," he said as he caught me off guard and shoved me into the chair.

With a questioning look on my face, I watched as he slowly knelt in front of me, giving me a flirtatious look that made me want to roll my eyes. But I didn't have time to do that, because in the next second I tilted my head back with a ragged breath.