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Masquerade of Desire - part 2
You step back into the grand ballroom, the memories of last night still fresh on your mind.
As you scan the crowd, searching for that mysterious man, a sense of danger washes over you.
You know being here is risky, especially with your enemies in close proximity, but something about him draws you back like a moth to flame.
“This is dangerous,” you think as you navigate through the sea of masked faces.
Then, there he is - Bucky Barnes - leaning against a pillar, his gaze intense and focused on you.
Your heart races at the sight of him; it’s as if time slows down for a moment before resuming its normal pace.
As you approach, you can feel the tension building between you, an electric current that crackles with anticipation.
When you reach him, he pulls you close without a word, his hand on your waist, sending a jolt through your entire body.
Your skin prickles with excitement as his fingers gently trace patterns on your hip, inching closer to the curve of your lower back.
You glance up at him, and he leans down to whisper in your ear, “You’re quite the dancer.” His breath makes you shiver, and your lips part slightly, inviting more words from him.
“I’ll never forget our dance last night,” you reply, unable to hide the excitement and longing in your voice.
His eyes darken with desire as he takes a step back, holding out his hand in invitation.
“Shall we continue where we left off?” he asks, a playful grin on his lips.
Without hesitating, you accept the offer and place your hand in his.
He pulls you close, your bodies pressed together as the music starts to swell around you.
You feel his firm grip on your waist, guiding your movements as you sway to the rhythm.
His hands explore your body as you dance, each touch sending waves of desire through you.
The warmth emanating from his skin seeps into yours, and you can’t help but let out a soft gasp when he brushes against your breast.
Your nipples harden under the light fabric of your gown, aching for more contact as your chest rubs against his.
“I want him,” you realize.
The thought is both thrilling and terrifying, but it’s the truth.
Bucky seems to sense this shift in you, and his touches become bolder, hungrier.
His fingers dance along the edge of your neckline, teasingly close to the swell of your breasts.
You arch your back slightly, silently begging for more as heat pools between your legs.
His lips find yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue probing and exploring your mouth with a dominance that leaves you breathless.
Your hands move to clutch at his shoulders, desperate to maintain the connection as he deepens the embrace.
As you break away for air, Bucky leans down to whisper in your ear, “Let’s get out of here.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but it sends shivers down your spine.
You nod eagerly, excitement and anticipation building inside you as you follow him towards the exit.
The night is young, and the possibilities are endless as you step into the cool air outside with Bucky by your side.
The sun has set, leaving behind an amber glow that casts a warm hue over the garden.
You return to this secluded paradise, the memory of your previous encounter still fresh in your mind.
As you take in the tranquil scenery, you can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness - tonight is about exploring the undeniable chemistry between you and Bucky Barnes, your enemy.
You find yourself standing face to face with him once again, his eyes holding that same alluring promise of passionate moments yet to come.
Your heart flutters at the sight of him, and a shiver runs down your spine as his gaze lingers on your lips.
Slowly, he reaches out and cups your face in his hands, his fingers gently caressing your skin as he leans in closer.
You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the anticipation building within you.
His lips brush softly against yours, a whisper of a touch that sends electricity coursing through your veins.
“You’re different,” Bucky murmurs, his voice low and husky.
The words send a thrill through you, and you can’t help but wonder what he sees in you that sets you apart from others.
As if pulled by an invisible force, your lips part slightly, inviting him to deepen the kiss.
Bucky doesn’t hesitate, his mouth covering yours with an intense passion that leaves you breathless.
Your hands move up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he devours your lips, his tongue exploring every crevice of your mouth.
The kiss is a heady mix of desire and hunger - an uncontrollable need for more.
You can feel the heat building within you, a fire that threatens to consume both of you whole.
Your body aches for contact, yearning for his touch to spread across every inch of your skin.
Your hands begin to explore each other’s bodies, fingers trailing over muscles and curves as you become lost in the moment.
Bucky’s hands roam down your back, pulling your hips against his.
You can feel the hardness of his cock pressing into your stomach, a silent promise of what’s to come.
Your breath comes out in quick pants as his fingers slip underneath the hem of your gown, tracing patterns on your thighs before moving higher.
The touch is light and teasing, driving you wild with anticipation.
Your body reacts instinctively, arching towards him as he inches closer to the apex between your legs.
“So beautiful,” Bucky whispers against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
His fingers brush against the wetness that has gathered at your core, a testament to your arousal and desire for him.
You let out a soft moan as his fingers delve deeper, seeking out every sensitive spot with expert precision.
“I want you,” Bucky murmurs against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.
The words are both a confession and an invitation, one that you’re more than willing to accept.
You look into his eyes, seeing the raw need reflected there, and you know without a doubt that this is real - this connection between you is too powerful to deny.
Your hands move to unbutton Bucky’s shirt, revealing the taut muscles beneath.
As you explore his chest with your fingers, he groans in pleasure, urging you on as you tease and torment him.
Your lips lock once more, and the kiss becomes even more intense - a desperate need for release that threatens to consume both of you whole.
Bucky’s hands move back up to cup your breasts, his thumbs rubbing lightly over your nipples.
The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves straight to your core as your arousal reaches new heights.
You feel the wetness between your legs increasing, a needy ache that begs for attention.
Without breaking the kiss, Bucky’s fingers slip lower once more, parting the folds of your sex and seeking out your most sensitive spot - your clit.
His touch is firm yet gentle, the perfect combination to drive you wild with desire.
You can feel yourself on the edge, the orgasm building within you as he continues his relentless assault on your senses.
“Please,” you whisper against Bucky’s lips, unable to form coherent words in your heightened state of arousal.
He knows exactly what you need, and with a wicked grin, he removes his fingers from your core, leaving you trembling with anticipation.
Without warning, Bucky sinks to his knees, his lips trailing down your body as he follows the path his fingers have already taken.
His mouth closes around one nipple while his hands explore the other, sucking and teasing until you’re writhing beneath him in ecstasy.
You gasp as Bucky moves lower still, his lips trailing a burning path down your stomach before reaching their destination - the wet heat of your pussy.
His tongue darts out, swirling around your clit with an expertise that leaves you breathless.
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the orgasm threatening to overtake you at any moment.
As Bucky’s tongue continues its assault on your senses, his fingers slip inside of you, curling in a way that hits all the right spots.
The combination is overwhelming, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge as he relentlessly drives you towards release.
“Bucky,” you moan, your voice thick with desire as you writhe beneath him.
His name is both a plea and an exultation - a desperate need for more even as the orgasm threatens to overtake you completely.
With one final stroke of his tongue, Bucky sends you careening over the edge, your body shuddering with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you.
You cry out his name as the intensity of your release takes you by surprise, your fingers gripping tightly onto the fabric of his shirt.
As your orgasm subsides, you find yourself boneless and breathless, resting against Bucky’s chest as he pulls you close.
His lips brush softly against the top of your head, a tender gesture that speaks volumes about the connection between you.
For now, the passion has been sated - but there is no denying that this is just the beginning.
As you lay in each other’s arms, his voice breaks the silence.
“I’m Bucky Barnes,” he says simply, leaving you stunned as the realization hits.
The man you thought was your enemy has shown you a side of himself you never knew existed - one that is passionate, tender, and undeniably attractive.
Still reeling from the shock of his revelation, you can only watch silently as he walks away, leaving you in stunned silence as the garden grows dark around you.
The night has brought with it not just pleasure but a newfound understanding - one that will forever change the dynamic between you and Bucky Barnes, your enemy turned lover.