Chapter 4: Celeste Orchid Villa

Kirk's car roared through the night, the tension between them sizzling like a live wire. Tanica's breath was unsteady, her pulse still racing from their near-miss encounter. She glanced at Kirk, his jaw set, eyes focused on the road ahead—determined, hungry.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

Kirk's lips curled into a smirk. "Somewhere worthy of you."

Minutes later, they pulled into a private villa tucked away behind tall iron gates. The building exuded luxury—marble pillars, arched doorways, and warm golden light spilling through sheer curtains. It was exotic, intoxicating, like something out of a forbidden fantasy.

Kirk barely gave her time to admire the space. He led her inside with a firm grip, guiding her through the lavish interior until they reached the room—a masterpiece of seduction. A massive canopy bed draped in silk stood in the center, surrounded by flickering candles and floor-to-ceiling windows that opened to a view of the ocean. The air smelled of jasmine and something darker, more sinful.

Tanica turned to face him, her back to the bed. "You really thought this through," she teased, her fingers dancing over the buttons of his shirt.

Kirk's hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. "I've thought about this for years," he murmured, his voice thick with restraint slipping away.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. "Then stop thinking."

That was all the invitation he needed. His hands slid lower, gripping the hem of her dress before pulling it over her head in one slow, deliberate motion. The silk pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but lace and moonlight.

Kirk's gaze darkened as he took her in. "You're perfect."

Tanica smirked, stepping back until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. She lowered herself onto the silk sheets, her legs crossing in a slow, deliberate tease. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to show me what all these years of waiting were for?"

Kirk exhaled sharply, peeling off his shirt as he stalked toward her. His muscles tensed with anticipation, his need for her barely held in check.

He settled between her thighs, his hands sliding up her legs as his lips followed—a slow, torturous journey, savoring every inch of her. Tanica's breath hitched as he teased her with feather-light kisses, his mouth hovering just above where she ached for him most.

"Kirk..." she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer.

But he took his time, drawing out the pleasure, making her beg for it. His tongue flickered, tasting, exploring, sending shivers racing through her body. The candles flickered, the silk sheets wrinkled beneath her grasp, and the waves outside crashed in rhythm with the pulse between her thighs.

She gasped, arching against him, her body surrendering completely.

Kirk groaned against her skin. "I'm not stopping until you scream my name."

And he didn't.