The music was deep, full of bass with a rhythm made for sex. The floor was midnight with constellations, seeming to haven fallen straight out of the heavens scattered across it.

It was like dancing in the stars.

It smelled of dark, decadent chocolate and light, fruity champagne.

The lights moved in time with the sultry music casting teasing shadows, revealing and cloaking the club's naughty secrets.

Kaya was on sensory overload and enjoyed every second of it.

She took one large swig of her drink, which should have drained the glass but didn't reduce it a drop, and finally made up her mind.

She was not here to idly stand around and watch, she was here to have some time to enjoy herself, dance around and forget all her worries.

At that moment, the moment she decided to 'partake' as the bar tender had advised, her drink changed from emerald to ruby and the club came alive.

Kaya gazed at the mesmerizing show, just then she felt a warm breath and soft lips, brush the side of her neck.

A husky voice rumbled in her ear, "Hello, gorgeous." A rush of pleasurable tingles danced over her skin. Her clit surged with excitement and her knees almost buckled, from his voice alone.

She was caught off guard to find the very definition of tall, pale and handsome man mere inches from her.

The standard biker uniform only accentuated his very masculine frame. He was every bit the victorious gladiator as he was the dangerous biker.

Power and sex, radiated from him as if it were part of his DNA.

"Oh? Hello, I'm... I'm Kaya."

"Yoongi." A cocky little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. He watched the hot desire blending with just a touch of fear, dancing across her beautiful eyes.

Yoongi knew exactly what reaction he caused in women, and loved every minute of it.

Kaya took a fortifying swallow of her drink, which now tasted like honey and fire. Its magic swirled across her brain making her uncharacteristically bold and brazen.

It was imperative to her very being to be able to touch him. Her drink vanished from her hand.

She reached out, put her palm on his chest. It was meant to be just a reality check kind of touch, but her hands had a mind of their own. They slid up under his jacket and along every hard muscle of his body.

Yoongi's jeans tightened around his growing erection. Images of exactly where he wanted those hands flashed across his mind; her wrists pinned in his iron grip above her head making her breast perfect round globes, how small her hand looked wrapped around his thick shaft, her nails raking down his back as she screamed his name...

"Like what you feel, Kaya?"

Plucked out of the potion induced haze by Yoongi's devious quip, Kaya quickly dropped her hands as if she had just touched a searing pan, "Oh God! I'm so sorry to feel you up like that. I don't know what came over me. I just wanted to make sure you were real and when you were, well, I... I didn't want to stop."

Yoongi closed the space between them with half a step. With heat in his eyes, he grabbed her hand and placed it on the hard bulge in his jeans. "Don't apologize, I didn't mind."

Kaya's insides turned into molten lava.

She was helplessly wet and dizzy with lust. His intoxicating cologne and his very maleness clouded her brain making her want to lick, suck, bite and taste every inch of him.

"In that case," she smiled suggestively up at him and traced her fingers over the hard outline.

Yoongi's big hands skimmed along the curve of her slender waist, over the generous flare of hips, and around to the small of her back.

Her nerves were deliciously on fire from his touch. "My goodness... This is so much better than fiction," Kaya murmured under her breath.

Yoongi pulled her against him. Their bodies fit perfectly with each other.

Kaya stood slightly on up on her toes, lightly nipped his bottom lip with her teeth. She flicked the tip of her tongue across it, and winked at him.

Yoongi grinned, flashing his captivating gummy smile, "My my, Kaya! You're a naughty little girl, aren't you?"

"Well, I didn't come here to read books."

He gave a sexy little chuckle. "Sweetheart, book clubs would turn to the Bible if they saw what we have to offer here."

Kaya missed the 'we' in his statement, as if he was part of the club as well.

"Hey now, not all books are mushy, love sagas. Some are pretty graphic, with smoking hot sex scenes that can get a girl off pretty easily. I'm talking passionate, hard, may or may not leave bruises and or bite marks kind of fucking..." She feigned damsel in distress with a shoulder shrug and peered up at him through long lashes, "But our own hand and even the best vibrator can never beat the real thing."

"Bite marks and bruises, huh? On you or me?"

Kaya's slight blush hinted at darker fantasies than her reserved demeanor portrayed.

"Oh, you caught-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Yoongi crushed his mouth on hers.

Kaya gasped in surprise but quickly opened her mouth to receive his tongue. Their tongues dueled back and forth, their lips moved against each other in seamless harmony.

It was as if the others lips, tongues, their very breath, was the glass of water to the stranded soul in the desert.

Everything else melted away leaving them the only two people in the world. Nothing mattered except their hunger for each other.

Kaya couldn't get enough of him. She wanted more, needed more.

Yoongi tangled his fingers in her thick, dark tresses as she shoved her hands under his jacket and eagerly pushed it off his shoulders.

Never breaking their kiss, Yoongi wrenched his arms free and let the discarded garment fall silently to the floor in a heap.

He grabbed her tight round ass and jerked her against him.