#nyrah ghost

[sageispunk]

the first taste - prologue

pairing: Vampire! Lewis Hamilton x black!OC 'Nyrah'

↳ The first impression is usually the most important...

wordcount: 1.2k

warnings: rpf-au, dark romance, infidelity, age gap, dubcon (mind-manipulation), alcohol mention, teasing, going home with a stranger!!! (not a very smart idea irl), teasing, biting, allusion to smut

1:34 AM - New York City • September 14th, 2024

Hands on her body completely overwhelmed her senses, clouding her judgment with intense feelings she’d never felt before. Alcohol ran its course through her system, loosening her up in ways she’d been craving for far too long–a faux sense of freedom as this stranger began to pick and pull her apart.

The cold wall against her back sent a shock down her spine, paralyzing her in the sweetest way. A hand slipped itself behind the arch with an unyielding grasp, keeping their bodies glued together in the dark hallway. Music vibrated through the walls from the ongoing party, muffled now from where they stood. All thoughts of Wesley were freed from her mind, the suffocating bonds of their relationship no longer plaguing her every move.

“Tell me what you need.” 

His words were soft, gentle even, but demanding, adamant. She had no other option but to surrender, hands clasped onto his broad shoulders as if they were the only things keeping her from falling down to the frigid concrete. Eyelashes fluttered shut as she felt cold lips against her neck, pressing one, two, three hungry kisses along the warm flesh. He made his way to her collarbone, only teasing the skin with the ghost of his lips. 

When she pulled back, her eyes found his, dark and obscure– she yearned to uncover the origin of the shadows which consumed them. She could see them etched into each line drawn across and sketched into his face. His bronze skin shone in the dark, muscles sculpted onto nearly every surface of his body as he caged her in against the wall.

He repeated his question, this time as a low whisper as he rested his forehead against her own. His eyes were closed for a moment, as a slightly pained expression grew on his face. She watched, observing the way his soft, pink lips moved as he spoke the five words. She couldn’t tell if she was in a trance, or if the intensity of the situation had everything feeling slower, but it felt as though they were stuck in time.

Neither of them moved for what felt like hours, cemented in their positions as their gazes remained on the other. Her heart loudly thumped in her chest as she tried to conceive an intelligible response. She felt compelled to simply tell him that she just needed him and his touch, but her mouth wouldn’t allow her to form the words. 

A sudden laugh and the slam of a door down the hall broke them out of this stupor, and almost just as quickly as she was placed against the wall, she was pulled away from it. He readjusted her short black dress before tucking her body into his side, guiding her down toward the opposite end of the hall. 

She was promptly whisked away without a chance to second guess it all. 

“Come with me for the night?” 

It was spoken more like a statement than a question and when they finally stopped moving, she looked up to meet his gaze once again. The light from the lampposts nearby twinkled in his deep brown orbs, which seemingly began to glow as they peered down at her. They were captivating, pulling her in further and further the longer she stared. With the blink of an eye, the radiance was gone. 

“I’ll go with you.” 

In an instant, a black Lincoln pulled up in front of the pair, an usher quickly stepping out and guiding them inside before whisking them far away from the city. 

45 minutes later….

A gasp escaped her lips as she found herself pinned against the black satin sheets. Soft, teasing kisses were placed down her sternum as each of his hands kept her arms held out to the side. Her dress was now strewn across the floor somewhere, no longer hiding the risqué plum tinted bra and panty set she decided to wear underneath. 

He watched her squirm under his grasp in the dimly lit room, finding great pleasure in the way she wanted to both escape from his teasing and ask for more. A smirk formed across his plump lips before he pressed them to the skin below her belly button. His teeth quickly sunk into the soft skin there, causing her to hiss and whine underneath him before he left a final kiss on the same tender spot.

Her scent was strong, intoxicating, even beneath the perfume she’d sprayed on hours ago, and he couldn’t hold back the slight growl that rumbled through his chest as he took in her essence. 

Releasing her arms, he came back up to meet her lips with his once more, greedily sighing into her mouth. Needy hands found his arms, grasping the muscles with a fervor that hasn’t inhabited her body in months. Her hips bucked up, craving the touch of this stranger whose bed she couldn’t see herself leaving anytime soon. 

“God…” She mindlessly whispered against his mouth, pulling him in tighter onto her body while she attempted to seek out a bit of soothing friction between her thighs. 

He slipped an arm under the arch in her back, pulling her warm body closer to him. His other hand found use as it crept up to her jaw, gently tilting her head so her gaze would remain frozen on his. She could feel the cold metal from the three rings on his fingers.

“Is there something you want from me, sweetheart?”

Her lips fell open as her mind searched for a response, again blanking and unable to find the words to express what she needed. His eyes scanned her face, a dark, hungry look growing within them as he fought the urge to grind down into her. She nodded with a pout, the sexual frustration becoming almost too much to handle.

The tall wax candles surrounding them continued to drip down, melting down into their new forms atop the nightstands. His home was silent, surrounded by nothing other than trees on his large plot of land. The only noises to be heard came from a classical piano record faintly playing from downstairs, and the desperate sounds emanating from the two bodies on the king-sized mattress.

“What do you need, love?” 

He could read the desire in her eyes, the aching spreading across her entire body, but he wouldn’t give in until she could tell him. He knew he had to hold back, having already slipped earlier in the night–he didn’t want to do it again. He couldn't do it again. It needed to be her decision, fully this time. 

“Please…” 

He ducked down and she turned her head, her lips grazing his right ear and nearly causing him to lose every ounce of self-control he had left. It had been ages since he had someone inside of his home, let alone practically naked in his bed, so he was understandably anxious about this little rendezvous of theirs going wrong. Patience and discipline had always been his strengths, then and now, but ever since he laid eyes on this woman in that dark nightclub only a couple hours ago, those strengths began to dissipate. 

“Please what?” 

She shuddered at the raspiness in his voice, the tingling throughout her body becoming unbearable. Every inch of her skin touching his felt as though it had been set aflame and she itched for the fire to be put out, over and over again.

"Please, I want to be yours tonight...use me."

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A/N: sorry again for the long wait, i haven't had much alone time in the past few weeks so i couldn't focus much on writing BUT i do plan on having part 1 out by next weekend, with a deeper dive into the characters/backstory!!!! i hope y'all enjoyed this as much as i did writing it, lmk in the comments🫶🏾

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[117jaller]

Clancer my secondary self moc is coming to a CustomBionicleWiki near you. I have more of Zepharious’ story and the completely redone Last battle of po-metru story. I’m writing more and it will be uploaded very soon so check it out!

[117jaller]

Pez Toa Metru, former Nyrah Ghost.