His scent enveloped you, a mixture of cologne and the faint hint of whiskey from the drinks earlier. Your heart raced as you melted into the kiss, lost in the moment. The world around you faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips on yours, igniting a fire deep within you.

As the kiss deepened, your hands began to roam, exploring each other's bodies with an urgency born from pent-up desire. His touch sent shivers down your spine, electrifying every inch of your skin. Every caress, every whisper of his breath against your skin fueled the flames of passion between you.

Lost in the heat of the moment, you stumbled backward, your back pressing against the balcony railing. Scara followed, his hands tracing a fiery path along your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The cool metal of the railing contrasted with the warmth of his touch, sending a thrill through you that only heightened the intensity of the encounter.

As the music pulsed in the background, Scara's hands wandered over your body, caressing your curves as he deepened the kiss. You gasped into his mouth, your passion matching his. The sound of the party seemed to fade away as your world narrowed down to just the two of you.

Finally, he pulled away, his breathing heavy. "I need you," he whispered, his eyes on fire with passion. "Let's get out of here."

Without another word, you slipped out of the party, hand in hand with Scara. The partygoers barely noticed your disappearance, lost in their own revelry. You found a secluded room, dimly lit and filled with cozy furniture. Scara closed the door behind you, locking it. You backed against the door, his hands tracing your hips, his eyes never leaving your face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded softly, his voice filled with desire.

Without hesitation, you obeyed, slipping out of the soft material. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every curve and detail.

"You're gorgeous," he murmured