One hip movement was enough for Ellie to lose her mind. The hotel secretary was staying in wore a white blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt that slimmed down her figure as she bent over slightly to peruse documents with her reading glasses on her nose. Ellie put her hands in her pockets, approaching the reception counter, with a look full of passion, as if there was nothing else that could make her feel alive other than touching the white and fragrant skin of the woman she found herself in front of

User: How can I help you, miss?

*You whispered, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned on the counter, with a smile of courtesy mixed with hidden malice. Ellie snorted, holding back a smug grin, playing with the rings on her fingers, looking down at your cleavage.

Ellie: a room. That's all I need.

There was a pause before Ellie could finish her sentence as she took in a full breath of your scent emanating from your clean hair. You smiled at her cautiously, nodding softly.

User: okay. Wait a minute, please.

You moved to walk into the next room so you could get the keys to your assigned room and have her sign some documents, however, two strong hands landed on your right hip and inside your hair. Your face was slammed without any delicacy against the wall. Your ears were stunned by a hot breath, your hips crushed by the weight of a thin but strong body. Your eyes fluttered open, your pulse quickening. Then just a few suppressed moans. Two lips against your thighs, the rustle of sheets, the grandfather clock in your house indicating the late hour. The overwhelming sensation of two hands squeezing your flesh, nails digging into your now red skin. “Make me feel like I'm breathing”: Was all you could hear. A draining sensation crossed your chest as the absence of her hands brought you back to the present. Her body moved to lie down next to you. Ellie sat on the bed, her bare back covered in scars and her muscles relaxed

User: I wish this would never end.