Sighing to herself, Fanny reached out to open the door, when he suddenly stopped her, grabbing her arm so she wouldn't open the door.

When she let go of him, more out of shock than from anything else, then he lifted his free hand, thumb tracing her lower lip, his breathing heavy.


She was about to ask him what he was doing here when he spoke first.

"Why do you wear lipstick... and this dress... you put on makeup. You never wear makeup, do you?"

Fanny's heart pounded.


Talking to her in that deep voice while he keeps touching her like that, what should she do?

Immediately, she remembered what she had promised herself.


Fanny had intended to avoid him, and so far, she has successfully done so.

Michel is not good for her.

With all the determination she could muster, Fanny walked away, leaving the hand she had just placed in the air while his face showed shock.

She rejected him. And he has never been denied anything.

"Good night, Michel." She mumbled, trying to find the door again.

But he did not let her do so.

She won't get rid of him so easily.

Not like this.

Not when she showed up to the party, her hair curled, makeup, and this dress on.

Yes, she is a slim, petite girl.

But she also has an hourglass figure that this dress just emphasizes.

So, no.

She won't get away with making him feel like this and then having to leave him.

Michel pushed her back against the door, one hand cupping her face.

He was panting, standing so close that she could smell his signature scent and feel the strength of his hard body against hers.

His eyes looked deep into hers and Fanny had no choice but to look back.

There she was again, under his fascination, feeling mesmerized by his face that now carried a deeply displeased expression.

Michel couldn't even hide the fact that he was standing there, fighting with himself.

He looked tortured as if he couldn't do it anymore.

She knows he wants to stay away from her.

But Fanny also knows that by her expression, he's done it.

And somehow, in that moment, time suddenly slowed down.

They were alone in that hallway and it was so quiet that only the sound of their breathing echoed around them.

His eyes went down to her parted lips and when he leaned a little closer, he was about to stop when he almost touched her lips with his own.

Michel could feel her gasping against his mouth, making each soft graze he was making with the tips of his fingers against the side of her face like tiny electric currents enveloping her skin. his skin.

"Can you feel it?"

"You feel the same way?"

They whispered those words to each other, their lips not touching, but still almost rubbing.

Fanny's chest rose and fell as her heart lifted, beating so fast against her chest, she believed it would burst.

Michel's eyes went to her mouth once more before returning to lock her eyes again.

Oh my gosh, why would he want this?

He never kisses his girls.

It was a rule he made for himself.

To show that whatever he had happened to them was purely physical.

No emotions.

Yet here he is, he has found himself, feeling so overwhelmed by his emotions that he is sure he will lose his mind.

God, if she smells this fragrance, how does one get a taste?

Will he get frustrated and finally let her rest in peace?

Or will he be unable to stop himself and go against everything he stands for?

He can not.

He can't be strong anymore.

So, taking a deep breath, he slowly lowered his head, finally allowing him to touch hers with his lips.

It was an open-mouthed kiss, her lips slightly parted so that he ended up carefully encircling her upper lip with both his upper and lower lips, biting into it gently.

He started slowly, just tasting her.

And Fanny couldn't contain herself, the movement literally causing her to let out a series of sighs against his mouth as he continued to move his lips over hers in a tender caress. that little thing.

The butterflies in her stomach are about to go crazy, her knees go limp as she feels him add a little tongue, tracing it gently against her detached pout.

She wasn't even sure if that was what he did until she felt a lust arise, prompting her to slowly return his kiss, encouraging him to dig deeper, his movements into a more impatient dance.

Fanny's hand slipped through his hair as she ran her fingers through it and held on tight while Michel put a hand down her small back, keeping her body fixed against his.

His other hand was busy holding her head cautiously, manipulating it to the side, giving him better access inside her hot cavern.

He was so gentle with her, so careful, that she almost thought she was dreaming all this.

But, the little tune their lips begin to make as they continue to kiss in that lonely hallway, is exactly what she needs to know that all this is really for real.

The taste of her lips was not just what he imagined.

It was better. Even more addictive.

And Michel couldn't help but completely succumb to the softness of her lips.

He's not sure if she's some kind of demon sent from Hellfire to torture him or if she's his personal guardian angel.

An angel that has never been touched by anyone other than him. She has never been tasted by anyone other than him.

If only he could have this moment forever, let's forever have this taste on his tongue.

And god, she was sighing.

Fanny was sighing sweetly against his mouth, whispering his name between kisses.

After a good time but only felt like a second to them, they finally withdrew.

Fanny opened her eyes and saw Michel with a glare, almost drunk as he kept her against the door.

She felt him speechless, took her hand in his, then he dragged her across the hallway to his room, carefully leading her inside and quickly closing the door behind them, the sound made them both aware that now they were alone in this room together.