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was clear that Sam was not alone; it was also clear that Kate was now without a room to sleep in. As Kate walked away from the moans of her friend’s pleasure she found a seat under a large pagoda, proudly encased in jasmine. Small blossoms fell as she brushed her hand against the bush, wondering what to do. Marcus stood in front of her, staring at the radiant beauty. The fragrant perfume of the jasmine made her head spin, the consumed alcohol made her sleepy. She wanted her bed, she wanted this man’s arms around her, she just didn’t know which she wanted more. Before Kate had further time to think, Marcus took her hand and led her to the suite he was sharing with Tom. “You can have the bed, I’ll take the couch,” he shared, as he walked around the luxurious room switching on the small terrace and desk lamps. He took a white cotton shirt from the closet and left it on the bed, muttering that she could use it if she wanted. Kate excused herself, making her way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she immediately took a step back and sat on the edge of the bath allowing her breaths to become rapid, shy to be alone with him, yet dangerously aroused and wanting the mysterious Marcus. Marcus was smoking a cigarette on the terrace with thoughts of Kate. Never before had he seen a woman who immediately captivated his attention. He spent his evening looking at her at every opportune moment, observing the way she smiled, she laughed, listened to others, the tone of her voice - he absorbed it all. He feared that his shyness was mistaken as indifference or even arrogance but he was mesmerised and enchanted. In such a short space of time she had unknowingly bewitched him and he wanted her. His eyes averted to Kate as she approached the patio doors applying lip balm with her small finger, outlining the shape of her inviting mouth, not realizing the effect such an action was having on him. The terrace and desk light had been switched off; only the small spotlights hidden in the gardens lit the terrace, shining a slight orange glow into the room. “Are we out here?”.... “Are you okay?” they both asked simultaneously. Marcus was sitting on the two-seater wicker sofa. “I was just having a smoke,” he said offering his lit cigarette to her. Kate accepted it and placed a bright orange floral cushion on the floor by his feet so they could share their pleasure, drawing her knees up like a child, a slight pressure of her body against his leg, as she sat close. Kate could smell the scent of his cologne and detected an ambiance that wasn’t there at the Yali lounge. Neither spoke. An electricity of wanton lust ran through her body, she felt her nipples become erect and brush against her bra, a flutter of butterflies deep inside her, a powerful tingle between her thighs. “Sleepy?” asked Marcus, leaning forward close to her ear, breaking the silence. Kate nodded and released a breath she hadn’t thought she was holding. His words made her tremble. Neither moved, both spellbound by the panorama of stars in the Goa sky. With a clear night, the sheer volume of stars and their brightness was intoxicating, almost as intoxicating as |
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