**Intoxicating Desire**

As the night wore on, the music and laughter began to fade into the background, and Emily found herself becoming increasingly aware of Max's intense gaze on her. They had been dancing and mingling with the other guests, but now Max's eyes seemed to be burning with a fierce desire. He took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a possessive grip. "Let's get out of here," he whispered, his voice low and husky. Emily's heart skipped a beat as she nodded, unsure of what to expect. They made their way out of the crowded room, into the quiet of the night air. The cool breeze did little to calm the heat that was building between them. As they stepped into the luxurious penthouse apartment, Max's eyes locked onto hers, and Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. He pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. Emily's defenses crumbled, and she found herself melting into his arms. Their passion was all-consuming, and they lost themselves in the moment. They made love on the couch, their bodies entwined as they explored each other's desires. Emily tried to remember to ask him about protection, but her mind was clouded by the intensity of their passion. As they broke apart for air, Max's eyes gleamed with a fierce possessiveness. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and husky. Emily's heart skipped a beat as he pulled her close again, their bodies merging in a fierce and passionate union. They made love again, and again, each time more intense and all-consuming than the last. At one point, Emily tried to whisper something about protection, but Max just kissed her, telling her he would take care of it. She didn't think much of it, assuming he would pull out or use a condom. But as the night wore on, she realized that he hadn't. As they lay entwined on the couch, Emily's phone buzzed with a text from her friend, Mike. "Hey, are you coming out with us tonight?" he asked. Max's eyes narrowed, and he snatched the phone from Emily's hand. "Tell him you're busy," he growled, his voice possessive. Emily felt a pang of unease, but Max just pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her like a vice. "You're mine," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I don't want you with anyone else." As the night wore on, Emily found herself lost in a world of passion and desire, with Max as her sole focus. But as the first light of dawn began to creep into the room, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had just made a mistake.