But as she reached the staircase, she heard the soft padding of bare feet behind her. She knew who it was even before she felt the warmth of a hand on her arm, spinning her around.
Taslah's green eyes gleamed with mischief, her naked body glowing in the dim hallway light. "You should join us, Elena," she Said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to coil around Elena's thoughts.
Elena's cheeks burned, her heart hammering in her chest. She tried to pull away, but the grip on her arm was firm, yet gentle. "Please, let me go," she stuttered, her voice shaking.
Taslah's smile grew wider, her eyes flickering with excitement. "But why would we do that? You've already seen so much, and we've barely started playing. Besides, I think Damien would be quite disappointed if you didn't join us."
Her grip on Elena's arm tightened slightly, and she could feel the heat of her naked body so close. Elena's breath hitched, her eyes darting to the door of the suite, contemplating escape. But something—the thrill of being caught, the raw desire in Damien's gaze—held her in place.
Before she could even think of protesting, Taslah's red lips were on hers, surprisingly soft and warm. Her tongue slid against Elena's, coaxing a response that she hadn't even known she had in her. The kiss was gentle, yet insistent, leaving Elena feeling dizzy and weak-kneed. She hadn't been kissed like this before, not with such authority and confidence. It was as if Taslah owned her in that moment, and she couldn't help but submit.
As they broke apart, Elena's eyes searched the other woman's, seeking a reprieve. But what she found was only a smoldering challenge. "You're so sweet, Elena. I bet you taste even better."
Taslah's hand slipped down Elena's arm to her waist, her thumb brushing against the soft flesh, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. She stepped closer, the scent of sex and champagne thick in the air around them. "Come with me. We won't bite. Much."
The Elena's breathing grew shallow as she felt her resolve crumbling. She had never been in a situation like this—so exposed, so tempted. She knew she should resist, but the allure of the forbidden fruit was too strong. With a nod, she allowed herself to be led back into the suite, the warmth of the room wrapping around her like a seductive embrace.
Damien looked up from his place on the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Welcome, Elena. I see you've been enjoying the show." His voice was like gravel, smooth yet rough enough to send a shiver down her spine.
Elena's eyes darted to Lilah, who lay sprawled on the bed, a smear of champagne on her breasts and a look of satisfaction on her face. The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air heavy with the promise of more to come.
Damien's gaze was on Elena, his eyes darkening with hunger. He gestured to the bed with a lazy wave of his hand. "Take your dress off, Elena. It's time for you to join us."
Elena's hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her sundress. With shaky fingers, she lifted it over her head, revealing her plain, white cotton underwear. Her skin was flushed with fear, and she felt the weight of their gazes on her. The air was electric, charged with the promise of something she had only ever dreamed of.
As her dress pooled at her feet, Lilah's eyes grew wide, a smoldering look of desire replacing the previous amusement. Damien's gaze raked over Elena's body, his pupils dilating with lust. He beckoned her closer, and she took tentative steps toward the bed, the cold floor a contrast to the heat in her core.
Taslah's hand slid up Elena's back, pushing her gently toward the edge of the bed. She could feel the heat from the other woman's skin, the softness of her breasts pressing against her own. Her heart hammered in her chest as she realized that she wasn't just watching anymore—she was a part of the scene she had stumbled upon.
Lilah's eyes were dark with desire as she leaned in, her body gliding over Elena's. Her legs parted, straddling Elena's thighs, and she whispered, "I want to taste your lips." The words sent a shiver down Elena's spine, and she couldn't help but lean in, her breath mingling with Lilah's sweet, champagne-laced breath.
The kiss was gentle at first, but grew more demanding as Lilah's tongue slid against hers. Elena's hands gripped the bedsheets, her body trembling with the intensity of the unfamiliar sensation. Lilah's teeth grazed her bottom lip, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Then Lilah's hand slid down, slipping into Elena's pants, and her fingers found the wetness that had gathered there. Elena gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise. But instead of pulling away, she found herself arching into Lilah's touch, her hips pushing against the other girl's hand.
"Your body tells me everything I need to know, sweet Elena," Lilah murmured, her voice a dark purr. "But I want to hear you say it. Is this your first time?"
Elena's eyes fluttered shut, her cheeks burning as Lilah's fingers danced over her clit. She nodded, unable to find the words. Lilah's smirk grew, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Perfect," she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation.
Damien's hand slid up Elena's thigh, his thumb tracing the line of her panties. His eyes never left hers, the intensity in his gaze making her knees wobble. With a gentle tug, Lilah pulled her panties down, leaving Elena bare and exposed before them. Her heart raced as she felt the cool air against her skin.
Then, as Lilah's fingers danced over her clit, Damien's strong hands came around her, cupping her breasts firmly. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of fear and excitement. His touch was possessive, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples as Lilah's expert touch continued to coax pleasure from her.