The dual stimulation was overwhelming. I felt the tension building rapidly, my thighs beginning to tremble on either side of his head. Adrian sensed my approaching climax and increased the pressure of his tongue, his fingers working steadily inside me."Oh god," I gasped, my head thrashing on the pillow. "Adrian, I'm going to—"He hummed against me in approval, the vibration sending me hurtling over the edge. My back bowed as the orgasm crashed through me, waves of pleasure radiating outward from where his mouth remained firmly attached to my core. He worked me through it, easing the pressure but not stopping completely until I collapsed back onto the bed, overly sensitive and trembling.Adrian rose to his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked down at me. His erection stood proud again
Those two simple words shouldn't have affected me so strongly, but they sent a pulse of heat straight to my core. I felt the blunt pressure of him against my entrance, and then he was pushing inside me in one smooth, relentless thrust.I gasped at the invasion, the angle allowing him to penetrate deeper than before. There was still a slight sting, a reminder of my recent virginity, but it was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure as he began to move. His pace was measured but firm, each thrust deliberate and deep.His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, holding me steady as he took me. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by my increasingly urgent moans. I dropped from my hands to my forearms, changing the angle, and cried out as he hit something exquisite inside me."Th
I moaned, overwhelmed by the dual sensation of his fingers inside me and his thumb circling my clit. The pressure built steadily, a tightening coil of sensation I recognized from my own solitary explorations, but somehow sharper, more intense under his expert touch."I think you're ready," he said, withdrawing his fingers. I whimpered at the loss, my body clenching around nothing.Adrian reached toward the nightstand, retrieving a small foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth, a gesture so casually masculine it made my stomach flutter. I watched, fascinated, as he rolled the condom over his length with practiced ease.He positioned himself between my legs, propping himself above me on his forearms. His eyes locked with mine, searching. "This will hurt," he said simply. "But not for long."
He leaned in again, this time kissing me more slowly but no less thoroughly. I felt him everywhere—his chest against mine, his hand at my throat, his other hand still tangled in my hair, and the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against my stomach through our clothes.I'd spent years overthinking, analyzing, waiting for the perfect moment with the perfect person. Now, pinned against a wall by a beautiful stranger in a room designed for secrets, I finally stopped thinking altogether. I surrendered to sensation, to the taste of him, to the promise of what was to come.This was exactly what I wanted—to be taken, claimed, freed from the burden of my own perpetual caution. And Adrian, with his tattooed arms and knowing hands, was exactly the man to do it.Adrian's arms came around me, one behind m
The private elevator opened with a soft chime that seemed to echo through my entire body. I stepped into the Obsidian Suite, my fingers twisting nervously at the hem of my light blue dress. The room stretched before me, all dark surfaces and shifting shadows, but my eyes fixed immediately on him. Adrian stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, silhouetted against the city lights, wearing black suit trousers and a white shirt rolled up to reveal tattooed forearms. I felt a flutter in my chest—part fear, part exhilaration—as he turned and his dark eyes found mine.I'd seen photos of the Obsidian Suite online, read about its mysterious features that never revealed themselves the same way twice, but being here was different. The polished black stone floor seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, creating pools of darkness between patches of soft illumination. A circular platform in the cent
Her body obeyed as if it belonged to him, convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She cried out, the sound echoing off the suite's walls as her orgasm tore through her, leaving her trembling and vulnerable.He followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, his hips pressing flush against hers as he found his own release. For several moments, they remained locked together, their breathing synchronized, their bodies slick with sweat.Slowly, he withdrew from her, the sudden emptiness making her whimper. Without warning, his hands were on her shoulders, maneuvering her still-bound body with effortless strength."We're not finished," he growled, dragging her to her knees. "Not even close."My legs trembled as he positioned me before him, the blindfold still obscuring my vision. His fingers worked at the knot behind my head, removing the gag that had been replaced during our last encounter. I gulped air, my jaw aching pleasantly.