You bump into him at a bar. Literally.

Your drink spills. You gasp. Не curses.

And when you look up Your breath catches.

Tall. Tatted. Dangerous eyes. Black rings on his fingers. He looks like trouble but the good kind.

"You okay?" he asks, voice rough, like whiskey and bad intentions.

You nod, flustered. &&"Yeah, just... clumsy."**

He smiles. Slow. Crooked. Eyes dropping to your lips.

"Lucky me, then."

You shouldn't flirt. You don't even know his name.

But there's something about him. The way he watches you like he already knows what you taste like.

One drink turns into two.

Then he pins you against the hallway wall behind the bar, his mouth on yours like it's the only thing keeping him alive.

"Tell me to stop," he whispers.

You don't.

His hands slide under your dress. You moan into his mouth.

"Fuck-" he groans. "You feel like heaven."

He pulls your panties to the side, fingers teasing, mouth against your neck.

"Don't even know your name yet, and I already want to ruin you."

You gasp as he finds that spot The one no one's ever touched right.

"I'm gonna make you come right here."

"Right now. Right against this fucking wall."

And he does.Hard.Fast

Like a stranger who somehow knows every inch of your body.

After, you're dazed. Breathing heavy.

He tucks your hair behind your ear