DINNER AFTER DINNER

Adrian’s POV

The drive away from the family mansion was quiet, but the air between us felt heavy.

Lena sat beside me in the passenger seat, the emerald green dress hugging her body like liquid silk. The city lights danced across her skin as we sped through the streets. I kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting possessively on her thigh, my thumb slowly stroking her soft skin through the high slit.

I could tell her mind was still back at the house.

“So,” I said, breaking the silence, “tell me honestly. What did you think of my family?”

Lena turned to look at me, her fingers playing nervously with the hem of her dress.

“They were… nice,” she said carefully. “Your mom is really warm. She made me feel welcome right away. Damien seems very serious and intense. Julian is friendly and easy to talk to. And your father…” She paused. “He’s very charismatic. A little intimidating, but in a powerful way.”

I nodded, keeping my expression neutral. My family could be overwhelming, especially for someone like Lena who wasn’t used to our world. But she had handled herself well tonight.

I squeezed her thigh a little harder.

“You impressed them,” I said. “Especially my mother. She doesn’t like most of the girls I bring around.”

Lena smiled softly, but I could see the nervousness still lingering in her eyes. I didn’t like it. I wanted her relaxed. I wanted her focused only on me.

I slid my hand higher up her thigh, slipping under the dress until my fingers brushed against her bare pussy. No panties — just like I had instructed.

“You must be tired,” I murmured, my voice dropping lower, more intimate. “It’s been a long night. Why don’t you just pass the night at my place? I’ll drop you off tomorrow morning.”

She bit her lip, clearly tempted. “Adrian… I should really go home. Cleo—”

“Cleo is fine,” I cut in smoothly. “I already had someone check on him earlier. He’s asleep and safe. Stay with me tonight, Lena. I want you in my bed.”

She hesitated for only a second before nodding.

“Okay.”

***

The moment we stepped into my penthouse, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I pulled her against me and kissed her deeply, my hands sliding down to grip her ass. She moaned softly into my mouth as I backed her toward the bedroom. I took my time undressing her — slowly unzipping the emerald dress and letting it pool at her feet. She stood before me completely naked, beautiful, and flushed.

I laid her gently on the bed and spread her legs wide. I started slow, kissing up her inner thighs, teasing her with soft licks and gentle sucks until she was whimpering and lifting her hips, begging for more.

“Ohh Adrian… please…”

Only then did I bury my tongue inside her, licking and sucking her pussy with long, deliberate strokes. I savored every moan, every tremble of her thighs around my head. When she came the first time, I kept going, making her ride my face until she came again, shaking and crying out my name.

I climbed on top of her and entered her slowly, inch by inch, watching her face as I filled her completely. I fucked her deep and steady, grinding against her with every thrust, whispering how perfect she felt, how she belonged to me.

Lena wrapped her legs around my waist, moaning sweetly as I took her. Her nails dug into my back as she came again, clenching tightly around me.

I followed soon after, burying myself deep and filling her with my cum.

Afterward, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly against my chest. Her body was soft and warm, still trembling slightly from the aftershocks.

She was mine.

Completely.

And after tonight, I was more determined than ever to make sure she never wanted to leave.