“ Who are you”? he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated deep within me. It was rough, commanding, yet tinged with a vulnerability that made my knees weak. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and took a step closer. The floor felt distant beneath my feet, as if i were floating toward him. “I should be asking you that question,” he added, his lips curling into a smirk that was both playful and predatory.

My breath caught in my throat, and i felt a whimper escape my lips before i could stop it. This was wrong—so wrong—but the pull between them was undeniable. I reached out, my fingers trembling as they brushed against his chest, feeling the solid warmth of his body beneath my touch. “I—” , my voice cracking, but before I could finish, I deliberately pulled him into a kiss.

It was hungry, desperate, like two starving souls finally finding sustenance. His lips were firm yet yielding, his taste intoxicating. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him, feeling the hardness of his body against mine. The kiss deepened, our tongues tangling in a dance that left me dizzy with want. When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, I felt lightheaded, my lips swollen and throbbing.

He didn’t say a word. Instead, he lifted me effortlessly, his hands strong and sure as he carried me to the bed. I let out a soft gasp as my back hit the mattress, my heart racing as I looked up at him. His eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts, the temptation was too great. His hands were already on me, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

He leaned down, his mouth trailing kisses along my jawline, down my neck. I shivered, arching into him, my skin buzzing with anticipation. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my dress, sliding up my thigh, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. This was wrong—so, so wrong—but it felt right in a way that nothing ever had. I was drowning in him, in the heat of his touch, the scent of his skin, the raw, primal hunger that radiated from him.

“Take me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, but he heard me. His head snapped up, his eyes locking onto mine, and for a moment, I saw the conflict in them. But then it was gone, replaced by a fierce, possessive hunger that made my heart skip a beat. He growled, a deep, animalistic sound that sent a shiver down my spine, and his hands gripped my thighs, holding me open to him.

The weight of his body pressed me down into the mattress, his hardness evident against my thigh. I felt overwhelmed, yet it wasn’t enough. I wanted more—needed more. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “Are you sure”?” His voice was hoarse, his control slipping, and I nodded, unable to speak.

He didn’t wait. His lips crashed back down on mine, his hands moving with urgency as he pulled my dress over my head, leaving me bare before him. I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet there was no shame, only a raw, aching need. His mouth moved down my body, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

When his lips found my breast, I arched into him, my head falling back against the pillow. His tongue swirled around my nipple, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, and I gasped, my body tightening with pleasure, I never felt this way with Liam…. His hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties, and I felt his fingers brush against my core. I was wet, so wet, and I whimpered as he teased me, his touch both gentle and demanding.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice desperate, and he looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. He didn’t say a word, but his actions spoke volumes. He shed his clothes quickly, his body lean and muscular, his erection thick and throbbing. I swallowed hard, my mouth watering as I took in the sight of him. This was real. This was happening.

He moved between my legs, his weight settling over me, and I felt the heat of his body against mine. His lips found mine again, his kisses deep and hungry, as his hand guided his hardness to my entrance. I was trembling, my breath coming in short gasps, as he positioned himself at my core. “Ready?” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper, and I nodded, my eyes locked on his.

He entered me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt the stretch, the fullness, as he filled me completely. The room spun, my breath hitching in my throat, and I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders. He was big, so big, and I felt stretched, claimed, in a way that left me breathless. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust, his forehead resting against mine.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire, and I smiled, a flush creeping up my cheeks. I didn’t respond, couldn’t respond, as he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt him everywhere, his hardness filling me, his hands branding my skin, his breath hot against my neck.

“Say my name,” he commanded, his voice a low growl, and just then I realized I didn't even know his name,not knowing his name I just moaned. He thrust deeper, harder, his control slipping. The room was a blur, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the sound of his breath, the way his body moved against mine.

“F*ck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hips snapping as he quickened his pace.

We both collapsed on the bed drifting off to sleep after c*ming. It was the best s*x I ever had, at that moment I didn't even think about Liam and my ex-girlfriend, I didn't feel any atom of guilt.

The next morning, I was woken up by a phone call..