The evening had the sort of glow Elena loved-warm lamplight in her apartment, the faint hum of traffic from the street below, a pot of food simmering with garlic and herbs, and two bottles of wine breathing on the counter. She wanted tonight to feel like a celebration. Just something light, something fun.
Adrian was coming, and so was her new friend, Marissa. Dinner, drinks, a movie-ordinary things that promised comfort.
When the knock came, Elena smoothed her hair quickly before opening the door. Marissa entered with a grin, already holding out a bottle of red.
"Hope I'm not too early," Marissa said, kicking off her shoes. "But honestly, I couldn't wait. Your first dinner party with me? History in the making."
Adrian rose from the couch as she entered. He was relaxed in his dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, beer in hand. His smile carried that mixture of warmth and confidence that made Elena's knees a little weaker than she'd admit.
"So you must be the infamous Marissa," Adrian said, extending his hand.
"Infamous?" Marissa laughed, gripping his hand firmly. "And you must be the man she pretends not to gush about. Terrible liar, by the way. She can't hide it."
"Marissa!" Elena groaned, cheeks heating.
But Adrian only chuckled, sliding an arm around Elena's waist. "Well, guilty as charged. She's worth gushing about."
Dinner unraveled with easy laughter. Marissa teased Adrian mercilessly, Adrian gave back as good as he got, and Elena tried to keep up, caught between pride and embarrassment. Under the table, though, Adrian's hand found Elena's knee, resting there with quiet pressure. She glanced at him, and he just smiled into his wine glass, his thumb tracing idle circles on her skin.
***
By the time plates were cleared, the three of them had sunk into the couch with glasses in hand. A film flickered across the screen, its light bathing them in pale glow. Marissa curled into one corner, her legs tucked up, sipping wine. Adrian sat close enough that his thigh pressed against Elena's.
At first, it felt safe. Cozy. But then Adrian leaned close, his lips brushing the edge of her ear.
"You're not watching," he whispered.
Elena shivered. "Neither are you."
"I've got something better in sight." His hand shifted on the couch, brushing against hers deliberately.
She darted a nervous glance at Marissa, who was absorbed in the movie— or pretending to be. "Adrian," she whispered, warning in her voice. "She's right there."
"That makes it tempting," he said lowly, fingers grazing her wrist. "Tell me to stop."
Her breath caught. She didn't.
Minutes stretched. The actors' voices blurred into background noise. Adrian's hand slipped under the blanket draped across their laps, sliding over her thigh with slow insistence. Elena tried to sit straighter, but his palm pressed her firmly back into the cushions.
"Adrian..." she whispered, half in protest, half in need.
He touched his forehead to hers, eyes burning into her. "Say my name, not hers. Right now, it's only us."
Her pulse hammered in her ears. "You're impossible."
"And you're mine," he murmured, claiming her mouth before she could argue.
The kiss was molten-soft at first, then hungry, pulling her deeper until she melted against him. Her hand clutched at his shirt, desperate for balance.
Beneath the blanket, his touch grew bolder, tracing her curves with deliberate patience.
***
Something in Elena's chest clenched. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Marissa shift. The flicker of her gaze was too quick, too sharp. She had noticed.
She was watching.
Elena stiffened, but Adrian didn't pull back. He pressed closer, his voice dark velvet against her lips.
"She's watching us."
Her head shook frantically. "No... no she's not..."
"She is," he whispered, smiling faintly. "Don't lie. You feel it too."
Her body trembled. "Adrian..."
"Then give her something to remember." His tone was pure command now. "Say you're mine. Loud enough for both of us to hear."
Her lips parted, breath shallow. "I... I'm yours."
"Again," he growled softly, his hand tightening on her thigh.
Her eyes burned with shame and desire. "I'm yours.
Always."
Adrian kissed her hard, swallowing the confession.
His hand roamed more boldly, no longer restrained, and Elena gasped against his mouth, knowing Marissa's eyes were on them-knowing Adrian knew too.
"You're shaking," he whispered.
"You make me reckless," she breathed, half terrified, half exhilarated.
"Good." His teeth grazed her lower lip. "Stay reckless with me."
***
The storm outside had grown fierce, rain hammering against the windows, wind rattling the panes. Elena shivered, partly from the cold and partly from the lingering thrill of the night. Adrian, noticing, drew her close, his warmth enveloping her.
"You're trembling," he murmured, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "Or is it me?"
Elena smiled, her breath catching. "Maybe... both."
He guided her to the bedroom, hands gentle but firm.
"Then stay with me," he whispered, voice low and teasing. "Let me take care of you."
Inside, the lights were dim, shadows dancing across the walls. They sat on the edge of the bed, bodies close, sharing soft, lingering kisses. Adrian's fingers traced along her arm,her rosebud, her shoulder, eliciting small gasps and whispered words. Also he has solf touch on her chest and playing with her butts. He found her rosebud full of houny. He start licking the honey from rosebud. Every touch, every look, made the room feel smaller, the outside world disappearing entirely.
"You're mine tonight," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers. "No distractions. No interruptions.
Just us."
Elena's voice trembled with desire. "Always yours... completely."
The storm outside crescendoed, lightning briefly illuminating their entwined forms. They laughed softly at the sudden flash, breathless, hearts pounding.
Their whispered dialogue became bolder, teasing, daring-hints of longing, confessions, and promises.
"I want you close... every second," she murmured, pressing into him.
"Then hold me," he replied, tracing her jawline, pressing kisses along her temple and collarbone, hands roaming lightly over her back. "I won't let go."