The bass throbbed low and deep, reverberating through the floor and up his legs as he stepped into the dimly lit chaos of the disco club. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and desire, a heady mix that made his pulse quicken. Neon lights sliced through the haze, painting the room in flashes of crimson and electric blue, illuminating bodies pressed close, moving in sync with the primal rhythm. He ran a hand through his hair, his leather jacket clinging to his broad shoulders as he melted into the crowd.
The dance floor was a living, breathing entity, a tangle of limbs and heat. His eyes darkened as they swept across the room, catching the glint of sequins, the curve of a hip, the flicker of a tongue over parted lips. The music pulsed like a heartbeat, and he felt it in his veins, a slow, burning pull that drew him deeper. He moved with a deliberate, predatory grace, his body swaying to the seductive beat, every step a promise.
Then he saw her. Her body moved like liquid, her dress clinging to her curves as she danced, her eyes locking with his. The space between them crackled with electricity. He closed the distance, his hands finding her waist, pulling her into him. Their bodies aligned, heat radiating between them as they moved together, a slow, sensual grind that left no room for hesitation. Her breath hitched, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered something he couldn’t hear but felt in the pit of his stomach. The music swallowed them whole, and for that moment, nothing else existed but the two of them, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of the night.
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