We barely made it into the elevator before we attacked each other.

I didn't care who saw us but all I know is I just had to have him. Right now. I needed the feeling of Tom, the taste of Tom. I wanted to know what the fuss was all about.

He pushes me against the clod elevator door, giving my body instant Goosebumps. The swiftly, he crashed his wet, alcohol-stained lips into mine before his tongue swam into my mouth. He was kissing me hard, pulling away every few seconds to look at me, as if watching for my reaction.

The elevator stopped, ringing a bell letting us know we've arrived at the suite. I push him off me, digging my hands into my purse to find the room key, Tom nibbling on my shoulder. "Hurry Up," he said hungrily. I slide the key into the lock, opening the door.

I turn around to face Tom, staring determinedly, showing him how much I wanted him. He lifts me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he darts to my bedroom.

Pinning me to the bedpost, I felt his fingers crawl slowly into my center. I stood there, vulnerable. Had I been sober, this wouldn’t be happening. A few more slides of his fingers in my clit, my breathing became heavy. Short grunts of pleasure came out of me. I could no longer pretend in my mind that I didn't want this; he could have me whenever he wanted.

"I've never felt this way, Marie." He said as he slid another finger, feeling my wetness. His other hand moved to my chest, kneading my left breast through my dress. I gasped and grunted, my arms trailing up his.

Then, in one deep push, he bent his fingers into a curve while inside me, and twisted his hand before slowly pulling out. I hissed as the feeling of his short nails scraping my insides.

"Uhhh, fuck..." I breathed out. He looked at me with a grin that reminded me of something Loki would do. Not the misunderstood Loki in 'Thor' but the I'm-going-to-destroy-everything-and-your-ovaries Loki from 'The Avengers.'

My mind was racing, confused at my actions. How could I be a friend with him yet I want to ravage him? Whatever. I'm just going to have some fun. I thought.

I unbuckled his pants, sliding one hand between his thighs, holding him. I begin working on his surprisingly large member.

I heard him grunt at my touch. I began to grind my hips as his fingers worked inside me. I buried my nails into his skin, scraping a bit to show him how good he made me feel. My other hand continued working on his 7-inch hard-on, pleasuring him by using different strokes and pressures in my grasp.

"I want you so fucking much." He whispered as he leaned and sucked on the fleshy part in between my neck and collarbone. Even curse words sound exotic with his English accent. It made everything sound so dirty.

"Prove it...." I writhed under him. I couldn't pretend I didn't want this anymore. It was impossible. The alcohol was dissipating; this was what I really wanted.

At my very word, he lifted me up, moving me to the bed. I remove my dress as he slips off his pants & shirt before straddling me. His hips maneuver between my legs that are sprawled out. Biting my lip, I wait for his entrance.

Tom kneels down thumbing my clot before putting the finger in his mouth and sucking it off, then looking at me in admiration.

His other hand graces the side of my face as I feel his massive head touch my entrance, teasing me. I lift my hips a bit, yearning for him to get inside me already.

"Please, Tom. I can't take---- uhhhhh fuck!!!"

I screamed so loud, both in pain and in pleasure. He pushed into me so hard, so deep, with so much force it felt like he's rip my vagina. It felt so much bigger and I could feel it throb inside me.

He began pounding into me and I screamed at every thrust. The pain was unbelievable, ye the delicious friction kept me extremely wet. I felt his hand grasp my left breast, ripping my bra off to expose my bare chest.

Tom was acting crazy. I never even knew he had a side like this and the more I witnesses, no experienced it, I wanted more. Literally, it was like Loki overtook his soul and that this fictional character was the brains behind his incredible performance.

He was moaning so loudly and screaming my name, telling me I felt so good, telling me he was going to do me good. He thrusted in and out of me vigorously, so cavernous, hungry like a rabid beast. So intense, as if to prove my point.

He slams his mouth into mine, our tongues wrestling like a herd of hungry lions that just caught the perfect gazelle. My fingers trail through his reddish blonde hair, gently pulling his curls. The friction between our naked bodies is intense; the drops of sweat staining the white sheets.

"Marie..."He whispers, gasping for air. "I think I...I.... I"

As he picked up the pace, I began grinding my hips harder and harder. Instantaneously we both come. Tom falls directly on me, both of us breathing heavily, as if we just finished a marathon. My fingers move to his back where I gently scrape my nails, comforting him.

He rolls over to lie next to me, his arm forming a stand to lay his head on as he stares at me.

"So..." I said, digging my head into his chest. "What was it that you were.... thinking?"

Tom repositions himself so that our eyes are level. He moves the wet hair away from my eyes with a sincere smile.

"I think.... I think I...." He stutters a bit, struggling to find the words. "I think I love you." Whispering into my ear. My body freezes with my eyes almost ready to bulge out of the sockets.

"You...what...why...me?"

I pull myself away from Tom, grabbing my dress from the floor and slipping it on. I know this is my bedroom, my suite but at this point, I just want to flee France and head back home to London. Pretend like this never happened.

But Tom just sits there, sheets barley covering his bits with this hands in his lap, fingers crossed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that...I mean...I did, but not now. Not here. Not like this."

I began to feel dizzy; the room was becoming a blur. I knew this was a bad idea. A very, very, very bad idea. What happened to our promise? JUST TO BE FRIENDS. But no, I had to have a weak moment and now what?

What happens now?

"I think you should go. Before Luke has a freak out." I say pretending that I never heard him stumble those three evil words. Tom nods his head; standing up with the sheet falling from his tall, lean frame. He grabs his clothes, buckling his pants and buttoning his shirt.

He glances over at me. "I'll see you tomorrow for lunch? All four of us have reservations." I nod my head as he walks over to me, placing one finger under chin, lifting my eyes to his. He places a soft kiss upon my lips before he heads out the door.

I hear the echo of the suite door close reminding me that he left. Now what. I thought.

I turn on the flat screen in front of my bed, grab a pillow and try to forget what just happened as I fall into a deep slumber.

Without Tom lying next to me.