UNLEASHED: Explicit Tales of Desire

The university library was nearly empty at 9 PM on a Thursday, exactly how Mara preferred it. She'd claimed her usual spot in the back corner of the third floor, surrounded by towering shelves of forgotten literature that nobody bothered with anymore. Her psychology textbook lay open in front of her, but she'd read the same paragraph three times without absorbing a single word.

The quiet was hypnotic. Just the distant hum of the heating system and the occasional whisper of pages turning somewhere far below.

Then she heard footsteps.

Mara looked up, and her breath caught.

He was tall, well over six feet, with dark hair that fell carelessly across his forehead and a jawline that could cut glass. He wore a simple black henley that hugged his broad shoulders and faded jeans that hung perfectly on his hips. When his eyes met hers, they were a striking hazel that seemed to see right through her.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said, his voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. "Do you know where the comparative literature section is? I've been wandering around for twenty minutes."

Mara's mouth went dry. She was used to guys on campus, cocky fraternity brothers who were more noise than substance. This man was different. There was an easy confidence about him, a maturity that made her pulse quicken.

"Um, yeah," she managed, hating how breathless she sounded. "It's two aisles over, then all the way to the back wall."

His lips curved into a smile that made her stomach flip. "Thanks. I'm Adrian, by the way."

"Mara."

"Pretty name." He held her gaze for a beat too long, and she felt heat bloom across her cheeks. "Maybe I'll see you around, Mara."

Then he was gone, disappearing between the shelves.

Mara sat frozen, her heart hammering against her ribs. She tried to focus on her textbook again, but it was useless. Her mind kept replaying the way he'd looked at her, the way her name had sounded in that voice.

Get a grip, she told herself. He was just asking for directions.

But her body wasn't listening. Heat pooled low in her belly, and she pressed her thighs together, suddenly hyperaware of every sensation.

Five minutes passed. Then ten.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Mara stood and followed the path he'd taken. Her footsteps were silent on the carpeted floor as she moved between the stacks, her heart pounding so hard she was sure everyone in the building could hear it.

She found him in the comparative literature section, exactly where she'd directed him. He was leaning against a shelf, a book open in his hands, completely absorbed.

Or so she thought.

"Took you long enough," he said without looking up.

Mara froze. "What?"

Adrian closed the book and set it aside, finally meeting her eyes. That smile was back, but this time it was knowing, almost predatory. "You've been thinking about following me since I walked away. I could see it written all over your face."

"I, I don't," she stammered, mortified.

He pushed off the shelf and took a step toward her. "Don't lie. You wanted to see me again. Wanted to know if that little spark between us was real or just your imagination."

Mara's back hit the bookshelf behind her. She hadn't even realized she'd been retreating. "You're pretty sure of yourself."

"Am I wrong?"

She should leave. Walk away. Go back to her textbook and forget this ever happened.

Instead, she lifted her chin, finding a thread of courage buried beneath her shyness. "No. You're not wrong."

The air between them seemed to crackle. Adrian took another step closer, close enough that she could smell his cologne, cedar and something darker, more dangerous.

"Tell me what you want, Mara." His voice was barely above a whisper, but it wrapped around her like silk.

"I..." Her breath hitched as he reached out, his fingers trailing along her jaw. The touch was feather light but it sent electricity racing down her spine. "I want you."

"Good girl." The praise made her knees weak. "Because I've wanted you since the second I saw you sitting there, biting your lip while you pretended to study."

Then his mouth was on hers, hot and demanding. Mara gasped against his lips, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss until she was clinging to his shoulders just to stay upright. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she could feel every hard plane of his body pressed against hers.

"Adrian," she breathed when they finally broke apart.

"Say it again." His lips moved to her neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there.

"Adrian..." It came out as a moan this time.

"Fuck, you sound even better than I imagined." His hands slid under her sweater, rough palms against the soft skin of her stomach. "Tell me to stop if you don't want this."

"Don't stop." The words tumbled out before she could think. "Please don't stop."

Something feral flashed in his eyes. "We're in a library, sweetheart. You're going to have to be very, very quiet. Think you can do that?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

"Use your words."

"Yes. I can be quiet."

"We'll see about that."

His hands moved higher, sliding beneath her bra to cup her breasts. Mara bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as his thumbs circled her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. The sensation shot straight between her legs, and she pressed her thighs together, desperate for friction.

"Already so responsive," Adrian murmured appreciatively. He pulled her sweater up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her bra followed seconds later. "Beautiful."

Mara felt exposed standing there in the dim light of the library, topless with her back against the shelves. But the way Adrian looked at her, like she was the most exquisite thing he'd ever seen, made her feel powerful.

"Your turn," she whispered, reaching for the hem of his shirt.

He helped her pull it off, revealing a body that made her mouth water. Defined abs, broad shoulders, a dusting of dark hair across his chest. She ran her hands over his skin, fascinated by the contrast between his smoothness and his strength.

"Like what you see?"

"Very much."

Adrian's hands went to the button of her jeans, and she didn't stop him. He worked them down her hips along with her underwear, leaving her completely bare. The carpet was rough against her feet as she stepped out of them.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded softly.

Mara obeyed, her face burning. Adrian dropped to his knees in front of her, and the sight of him there, this gorgeous man kneeling between her thighs, nearly made her come undone right then.

"Hold on to the shelf," he instructed, gripping her hips. "And remember, quiet."

The first touch of his tongue against her made Mara's knees buckle. She grabbed the shelf behind her with both hands, her knuckles white as Adrian worked her with his mouth. He was devastatingly good at this, alternating between long, slow licks and targeted attention on her clit that had her seeing stars.

"Adrian," she whimpered, trying desperately to keep her voice down. "Oh god, Adrian"

He hummed against her in approval, the vibration pushing her closer to the edge. One of his hands left her hip to slide between her thighs, and she felt his fingers enter her, stretching and filling her while his tongue continued its torment.

The dual sensation was too much. Mara felt the orgasm building, a tightening coil of pleasure that threatened to snap at any moment.

"That's it, sweetheart," Adrian murmured against her. "Cum for me. Let me taste you."

The command was all it took. Mara shattered, her whole body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She bit down on her hand to muffle her cry, her other hand tangled in Adrian's hair as he worked her through it.

When she finally came down, Adrian rose to his feet, his lips glistening. He kissed her deeply, and she could taste herself on his tongue.

"We're just getting started," he promised, his voice rough with desire.

He guided her to a nearby reading chair, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. Mara straddled him, feeling the hard length of him pressed against her through his jeans. She ground against him, desperate for more, and felt him groan.

"Impatient," he teased, but his hands were already working at his belt.

"Please," Mara breathed. She'd never been this bold before, never wanted someone this badly.

Adrian freed himself, and her eyes widened at the sight. He was big, thick and hard, and she wondered if she could take all of him.

As if reading her mind, Adrian cupped her face. "We'll go slow. I've got you."

But when he positioned himself at her entrance and she started to sink down, slow became impossible. Mara gasped at the stretch, the delicious burn as he filled her inch by inch. Adrian's hands gripped her hips, guiding her, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned once she was fully seated. "So tight. So perfect."

Mara couldn't speak. She felt overwhelmed, stuffed full, every nerve ending on fire. When she started to move, Adrian met her rhythm, thrusting up as she rode him. The chair creaked beneath them, a rhythmic sound that echoed through the empty library.

"Harder," she whispered, surprised by her own boldness. "I want it harder."

Adrian's eyes darkened. In one fluid motion, he stood, holding her against him. Mara wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bookshelf and pressed her back against it. Books tumbled to the floor around them as he drove into her, deeper and harder than before.

"Yes," Mara moaned, forgetting to be quiet. "Just like that"

Adrian covered her mouth with his hand, his eyes blazing. "What did I say about being quiet?"

She whimpered against his palm, the dominance in his voice only turning her on more. He pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The bookshelf rattled behind her, books continuing to fall as they moved together in desperate, primal rhythm.

"Touch yourself," Adrian commanded, removing his hand from her mouth. "I want to feel you come around me."

Mara slid her hand between them, her fingers finding her clit. The added stimulation combined with the feeling of him filling her so completely was overwhelming. She felt the orgasm approaching again, faster and more intense than the first.

"Adrian, I'm going to"

"Do it. Cum for me, Mara."

She exploded, her inner walls clenching around him as pleasure ripped through her. Adrian cursed, his rhythm faltering as her orgasm triggered his own. She felt him pulse inside her, felt the warmth as he finished, his face buried in her neck as they both rode out the intense waves.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, breathing hard, wrapped around each other.

Then Adrian carefully lowered her to her feet. Mara's legs were shaky, and she had to lean against him for support.

"Not done yet," he murmured, that wicked smile returning. "Floor. Now."

Mara's eyes widened, but she obeyed, sinking down onto the carpet. Adrian followed her down, positioning himself between her thighs once more. Despite having just finished, he was already hardening again, and she marveled at his stamina.

"On your hands and knees," he said, his voice rough.

She turned over, presenting herself to him. The vulnerability of the position made her blush, but the anticipation was intoxicating.

Adrian ran his hands over her ass, appreciating the view. "So fucking perfect."

Then he was entering her again from behind, and the new angle made her gasp. He felt even bigger this way, hitting spots that made her see stars. Adrian set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. One hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises.

"This what you wanted?" he growled. "Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?"

"Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes"

The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about.

"You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you."

The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

"Adrian, please"

"Please what? Tell me what you need."

"I need to cum. Please let me cum."

"Then come," he commanded, reaching around to rub her clit. "Cum all over my cock."

Mara shattered for the third time, this orgasm even more intense than the others. She screamed his name, not caring who heard, her whole body convulsing with pleasure. Adrian followed her over the edge seconds later, his grip on her hip tightening as he emptied himself inside her again.

They collapsed together onto the carpet, both breathing hard, covered in sweat despite the cool library air.

"That was..." Mara couldn't find words.

"Incredible," Adrian finished for her. He pulled her against his chest, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to her temple. "You're incredible."

She smiled, feeling satisfied and languid and thoroughly used in the best possible way. Her body ached pleasantly, and she could still feel the ghost of his touch all over her skin.

"Mara?"

She blinked. Adrian's voice sounded strange, distant.

"Mara? Hey, are you okay?"

Something about his tone had changed. The intimacy was gone, replaced by concern that seemed almost professional.

"Mara?"

And then she felt it, a gentle tap on her shoulder.