Insatiable Cravings

Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites

Hannah leaned against the bar, her sharp green eyes scanning the dimly lit room with a predator’s precision. She wasn’t here for small talk or cheap drinks. She was here for him—Toby. The man who’d been dodging her texts for a week, playing hard to get like some kind of tortured artist. She spotted him in the corner, nursing a whiskey, his dark hair falling just over his brooding eyes. God, he looked good enough to devour, and she wasn’t about to let him slip away tonight.

She sauntered over, her hips swaying with purpose, the tight black dress hugging every curve of her athletic frame. Toby’s gaze flicked up, and a slow, cocky grin spread across his face. 'Well, damn, Hannah. You stalking me now?' he drawled, his voice low and teasing.

'Stalking implies I don’t already know you’re dying to see me,' she shot back, sliding into the seat across from him without invitation. 'You’ve been ghosting me, Toby. What’s the deal? Afraid you can’t keep up?'

He chuckled, leaning forward, the scent of whiskey and musk hitting her like a punch. 'Keep up? Sweetheart, I’m just giving you a chance to catch your breath before I wreck you.'

Her lips curled into a smirk, heat pooling low in her belly at his words. 'Big talk for a guy who’s been hiding behind a glass all night. Put your money where your mouth is, or are you all bark and no bite?'

Toby’s eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flashing in them as he stood, towering over her. 'Oh, I bite, Hannah. Question is, can you handle it?'

She rose to meet him, her chest brushing against his as she tilted her chin up defiantly. 'Try me. I’m not some delicate flower you need to tiptoe around. I want it rough, and I want it now.'

His breath hitched, and she could feel the tension crackling between them, electric and raw. Without another word, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her through the crowd toward the back hallway, away from prying eyes. The second they were out of sight, he pinned her against the wall, his hard body pressing into hers. 'You’re trouble, you know that?' he growled, his lips hovering just above hers.

'The best kind,' she purred, her hands sliding up his chest, nails digging into his shirt. 'Stop talking and show me what you’ve got. I’m already wet just thinking about that cock of yours.'

His eyes flared with hunger, and he crushed his mouth against hers, the kiss all teeth and tongue, desperate and wild. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard as she ground her hips against him, feeling him grow hard through his jeans. The heat of him, the sheer need radiating off his body, had her panting already, her pussy aching for more. She wasn’t here to play nice—she was here to take what she wanted, and she wanted him buried deep inside her, now.

'Fuck, Hannah,' he rasped, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her against the wall. 'You’re gonna make me lose it before we even get started.'

'Good,' she hissed, nipping at his jaw. 'I want you sweating, horny, and out of control. Let’s see how long you can last before you’re begging to cum inside me.'

His groan was guttural, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. This was just the beginning, and she was already dripping for what came next.