Chapter 1: Midnight Cravings
Yoann leaned back against the headboard, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across Alice’s bare shoulders as she straddled him. Two weeks since Nat had shattered his world with that cold, final text, and here he was, drowning his frustrations in the heat of Alice’s relentless energy. No strings, no bullshit—just raw, unfiltered need. Her nails dug into his chest, her smirk sharp as a blade as she rolled her hips with a deliberate, teasing rhythm.
‘Fuck, Yoann, you’re still brooding over that ex of yours, aren’t you?’ Alice taunted, her voice a sultry purr as she leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. ‘I can feel it in the way you grip me—like you’re trying to forget her.’
Yoann’s jaw tightened, his hands sliding up her thighs with a possessive edge. ‘Keep talking, Alice, and I’ll make sure you can’t form a damn word.’ His tone was low, dangerous, a challenge wrapped in lust. He wasn’t about to let her psychoanalyze him—not when her body was this close, this willing.
She laughed, a wicked sound that sent a jolt straight to his core. ‘Oh, big man with big threats. Prove it then. I’m not here for your sad boy vibes.’ Her eyes glinted with mischief as she ground against him harder, daring him to lose control.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand, cutting through the charged air like a knife. Alice’s gaze flicked to it, then back to him, her brow arching. ‘Gonna check that, lover boy? Or is ignoring it part of the thrill?’
Yoann’s smirk matched hers as he reached for the phone, not breaking eye contact. ‘Just making sure it’s not my mom wondering why I’m not home for dinner.’ He glanced at the screen, and his pulse kicked up a notch. Nat. A simple ‘Hey, just checking in. You okay?’ stared back at him. His ex, the one who’d walked away, now playing the concerned friend. He tossed the phone back down, his focus snapping back to Alice’s taunting grin.
‘Well, damn, that look says it’s not your mom,’ Alice teased, her fingers tracing down his jaw. ‘What’s got you so distracted, huh? Spill, or I’m stopping right now.’
‘Not a chance,’ Yoann growled, flipping her onto her back in one swift move. She gasped, but her laughter was pure fire as she wrapped her legs around him. ‘You don’t get to call the shots, Alice. Not tonight.’
‘Oh, I love it when you get bossy,’ she shot back, her voice dripping with defiance. ‘But let’s see if you can keep up, pretty boy.’
His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, the heat between them igniting as he felt himself grow hard against her. Her breath hitched, but her eyes never wavered—sharp, commanding, daring him to push further. The room was thick with tension, their banter a prelude to something explosive. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he leaned in, his lips hovering over hers, the unspoken promise of what was coming next hanging heavy in the air.
Alice’s voice dropped to a whisper, laced with raw hunger. ‘Don’t hold back, Yoann. I’m already wet for you—make me drip.’
And with that, the last thread of restraint snapped, their bodies colliding with a ferocity that promised no mercy, no regrets—just pure, unadulterated release waiting to erupt.
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