She adjusted her mask over her blushing cheeks as the man of her vivid dreams glided down the stairs, a beautiful woman on his arm. She was thankful that he couldn't see her through the crowd of people.

The dream she had not so long ago came back, causing her skin to flush and sweat beating on her forehead.

A dream that's all it was. Nothing more, than a young woman's desire.

She had bumped into him a couple of times, but she had never let the sinful man, with wild eyes make love to her.

She remembered the taste of his lips, his tongue possessing her mouth, like he wanted every drop of her. She had awakened feelings she'd never known existed.

She watched as he moved across the ballroom, not caring that almost everyone was watching him.

Aidan wasn't tall, but broad shouldered. He kept his hair short and out of the way.

He walked with a wary grace of a prowling predator, his gaze taking in every person in the room. She had often wondered what he looked like when naked. The way he moved promised that his body would be elegant when he danced, and more animalistic when he made love.

When he made love...

Sally moved her gaze from Aidan and looked at the blonde beauty on his arm. She seemed out of town and not entirely English. She was beautiful and that made Sally glance at her dark features.

Josh plopped into an empty chair and looked at the girl draped on Aidan's arm. "That's her, the woman I'm going to marry." She looked from Josh, to the girl, then back at him with a smirk gracing her face.

"Since when have you ever wanted to get married? As I recall you told me that you could never settle for one skirt, that you wanted to try them all." She squealed as Josh leaned over and pinched her ass.

He at her and drew her into his arms. "Just be careful, Sally. I don't want to see your heart broken a second time." She hugged him to her, wishing it was Aidan.

Aidan smiled down at the beauty, causing a small hurt into Sally's heart. "Help me drag her away from him?" Sally shook her head. "No, I won't. Coming here was one thing, but making a fool of myself, that's where I draw the line."

She tried not to follow Aidan with her gaze, but couldn't help it. People watched him in fascination and fear, and he regarded them coolly.

Seeing the beauty, on him made her jealous.

In her dreams, Aidan was hers and hers alone. Thinking of the beauty sliding her hands inside his shirt and stroking his muscular chest, had Sally's gut knotting.

'It was a damn dream. I am nothing to him and he is nothing to me.'

Sally flicked her gaze back at Aidan and found his gaze directly on her. She jumped and moved deeper next to Josh, but it was too late. He was staring at her with a harsh intensity, telling her that he knew what she had been thinking.

Across the ballroom, Aidan leaned to the beauty, murmuring to her while keeping his gaze on Sally.

She fixed her mask as they made their way towards her and now a panting Josh.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Josh and this here beauty is my dearest friend, Sally Malik." Aidan had his eyes on Sally and did not seem to notice what Josh had said.

The woman on Aidan's arm looked at Josh and blushed. "I'm Nora, his childhood friend." Josh took her hand and led her to the floor.

In her dream, Aidan had been overwhelming, but in person, he was impossible to look at. He was a foot taller than Sally, his broad shoulders at her eye level.

His masculinity, the large, strong hand of his hands, all but made her weak in the knees. His hair was, dark, almost black. His skin was milky white.

He gave her a bow and gently grabbed her hand. "Miss Malik." He lifted her fingers to his mouth and impressed them with one hard kiss. She slid her feet together, trying to stop the heat that moved between her legs.

She was no fool when it came to men, of their wild ways and enjoyment of life, unless it was fighting or making love to beautiful women.

"Miss Malik," he said his voice sinful and low. "Will you dance with me?"

The thought of dancing in his arms, whirling with his hand on her waist, looking deep into his eyes...

Oh, god, what was happening to her?

"I can't dance,'' she muttered.

She looked at Josh for help, but he was busy twirling Nora out on the dance floor, almost tripping on her dress.

He took Sally's hand and dragged her to the middle of the room, where couples were forming.

The music took them into a waltz. Couples whirled around them, looking like a painting of various colors.

She was stunningly beautiful. Her hair was long and thick and lush with unruly waves of its own.

He wanted to run his hands through it, but held back. He wanted to cup her face in his hands, tilt it upward, and lean to kiss it.

He wanted to lay her on a bed and hover over her on hands and knees, parting her legs and drawing his fingers through the tangle between her thighs. She'd be wet for him, and he'd withdraw his fingers and lick her honey from them.

Her lips parted, her body swaying towards his a little.

She'd felt infatuation for men before, but that faint excited flutter was nothing to the need that took hold of her now. The space between her legs was hot and wet; she knew what she wanted-him inside her.

"...Aidan..." She gasped.

"Not here." He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her with him to another door, leading to a room, which was two doors down from the ball.

The room contained two chairs and a table, which held a tray of goblets.

Aidan closed the door, the same time he dragged Sally into his arms. His mouth came down on hers, rough and brutal. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and instead of resisting, she played her tongue along his, learning his heady and exciting taste.

He slid his hands to her shoulders and tore the dress from her body, leaving her clad in her black laced panties and matching bra.

She braced herself against his chest as he licked her neck in one long stroke. She flicked her tongue over his jaw, tasting his stubble. She licked again, liking the raw, masculine taste of his sweaty skin.

She knew what she was doing was wrong, but all that mattered was Aidan touching her.

He nipped her, and when she made a noise, he bit harder. She crumpled his dress shirt beneath her fingers.

"Do you want that off, Sally?" He whispered.

"...Yes..."

He pulled it over his head and let it flutter to the floor.

"Turn around, I want to unclasp you." Sally turned her back, letting him unfasten the clasp that held her together. Lost in the moment, she saw no reason to stop him. They seemed to be caught in a strange, wild feeling, dragged to a place where they were lovers.

Last he undid the clasp, pushing the garment down her arms, baring her breasts with hot, callused hands.

She faced the door, bare, her breasts heavy and her nipples tightening. When she felt his tongue on her back, she groaned, closing her eyes.

He traced her spine to her hips, pushing her panties down, until it pooled at her feet.

"Part your legs." He commanded in a soft voice.

She obeyed, sliding her legs apart. He slid to his knees, his hands pressing her legs apart so he could find her with his tongue. He touched the curls between her thighs and she gasped at the sensation.

"Turn around. I want to see you."

He slid his hands from her hips up to her breasts, his thumbs caressing her nipples. "You are beautiful." His voice was thick and low. "You are glorious, lush, and wonderful." He took her hands and guided them to her breasts.

"Rub the tips for me. Feel the pleasure of it."

He leaned forward and kissed her abdomen, warming her skin with his breath, trailing kisses to her navel, into which he flicked his tongue. Sally squeezed the tips, gasping at the tingle that sped from them.

"...Aidan..." She whispered.

He dipped his tongue to the part of her that ached. He licked her, rubbing the little nub of skin, his tongue expertly understanding what she craved, without knowing.

She wanted to push her hips onto him, but she enjoyed the feeling he was making her feel with his tongue.

The door opened just an inch, but the man closed it instantly, deciding to go back to the ball.

Sally looked back at Aidan and gasped. He was smiling, his eyes hot and animal-like. Nearly being found out had excited him.

He rose, locking his arm behind her back, and kissed her deeply. His tongue stroked the inside of her mouth, opening her wide for him.

He broke the kiss and crossed the door to turn the key in the lock. On his way back, he took off his pants and boxers, as he sat on the chair.

"I'm going to love you, Sally."

She moved to the chair and straddled his legs. He caught her hips and lowered her to him, pulling her forward to skim his body. "You are wet for me, which is good."

Her opening was full of warm liquid, which had her excited, and the more she got excited, the more it filled.

"Spread your legs." He commanded.

He slid his fingers between her thighs and parted her. His cock moved into her slowly and lowered her down to him.

Her head went back as he stretched her, filling her unbelievably. She clutched his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh, and he smiled against her mouth.

"You are mine," he growled, his voice fierce.

"...Yes..."

He moved his mouth to her neck, loving the scent of her.

"I do not want another man touching you. Not ever. Not ever. You are mine, Sally, and I will keep every man away from you, except Josh, but I will kill any who try to take you away from me."

He drove into her again, loving the cries of pleasure that escaped out of her mouth. He leaned back and drove into her fast and hard. Their hips meeting had the chair creaking. He wanted to crawl inside her, to have her part of him forever.

He heard his own groans of pleasure, his voice hoarse and rasping. She screamed her brown eyes wide.

He couldn't stop. Something else controlled his body, and he gave into it. Need her, want her. Never stop.

Never let this end.

His release hit him. His muscles bunched, and his seed shot inside her, and she moaned with release, her hips lifting to meet his.

He dragged her to him and both slumped into the chair, holding each other close.

They both looked at each other and laughed. She lightly kissed him on the cheek. "I love you Aidan, Happy Anniversary." He rolled his eyes and looked down at his wife, with love in his eyes. "Love you too. Although, I felt weird doing it at first, but the ending was the best." Aidan smirked, earning him a playful slap on his chest.

"Hey, you're the one that said we needed a little kink in our role playing, and here we are." Squealing as Aidan tickled her.

"What happens at a Ball stays at a Ball." Sally rolled her eyes and snuggled into her husband. "You are so corny, but keep on trying; something better will come to you." Aidan pinched her and joined in laughing, wanting every day to be like this.

Free, wild, and love, lots of love.