We spent the night just as he’d said. Drinking, dancing, and he never let me out of his sight. It wasn’t lost on me how appealing he was. Our waitress was at his beck and call, and he’d been shaking his head at quite a few women who had started walking in his direction. It was compelling to know I was the one he wanted—the only one he wanted—if just for this one night. I brushed off all of my worries and allowed myself to enjoy my time spent with him, wanting to soak up every single second he’d let me.
Adrian was everything I wasn’t. Worldly. Sophisticated. Wealthy. A complete mystery to me. Everyone at Oasis knew him, and he knew everyone there. Yet he never made me feel alone. On the contrary, he held me close to his side the entire night, making it clear to me and everyone else that I was his for the night. He was attentive and caring, and out of all the women in the club, he only had eyes for me. That night, I knew I was probably one of many on a long list of admirers. And when I told him so, he laughed it off—which cemented it for me. I wasn’t the one and only, and that was okay. I didn’t need to be. New to the city, lonely and a little bit lost, I was perfectly fine with having a one-night stand with my very own version of a Greek god.
Even if I had wanted to play coy, there was no fooling him. As soon as I’d walked into that club, we had both known what was destined to happen that night. He didn’t ask if I wanted to leave with him. After hours of drinking and foreplay on the dance floor, he took my hand and led me to an awaiting town car. As Adrian’s fingers grazed my inner thighs, his promising whispers of everything he was going to do to me were intoxicating and thrilling. When his hand reached under my skirt and his fingers skimmed over the thin material of my panties, I lost myself in the sensation, not having been touched like this in so long. I wanted so much more, but he refused to give. His torturous teasing was nearly unbearable, and I was soon complete putty in his hands. He could’ve done anything to me that night and I wouldn’t have even dreamed of protesting.
It felt like hours before we were driving up a sprawling driveway that led to a mansion larger than I’d ever seen. As eager as I was to explore the vast estate, I was more eager for his touch. The moment we stepped into his home, calm, cool, collected Adrian was replaced with a ferocious savage who couldn’t take his hands off me. To this day, I’m unsure how my dress remained intact, but my panties were ripped to shreds. All I knew was that, one minute, I was losing myself in the backseat of his car, not even caring that the driver could hear my whimpers, and the next, I was completely nude and being tossed onto a king-sized bed. There was no preamble—no, we’d had enough foreplay at the club. I knew that Adrian wanted me. He knew I wanted him. There was no question.
I watched with dizzying fascination as he quickly undressed, unveiling a lean, muscular physique beneath his dress clothes. As much as I wanted to take my time inspecting every inch of him, the desire in my eyes elicited a low growl from his throat. Exploring would have to wait. He took his hard erection into his hand as he sheathed it with a condom then pounced, thrusting deep inside me as he leaned on one elbow, his dark eyes gazing down at me as I squirmed underneath him. His hips rocked back as he withdrew. Then he slammed back in as he began his relentless rhythm.
Adrian didn’t make love. He didn’t fuck. He consumed. He possessed. He devoured. He drove into me with a passionate, almost insatiable need—a hunger I’d never experienced before. His strokes were swift, deliberate, and I tried to match his pace to no avail as he filled me fully.
“Adrian!” I gasped as his arm slid underneath me to haul me up until our bare chests pressed together.
My nipples pebbled at the contact of heated skin on skin. He captured my lips with a ferocious kiss, just as hard and relentless as his thrusts. I braced myself, putting my hands on his shoulders, as he fisted my hair, tugging just enough for pain to tingle and mix with the pleasure he was giving me.
As the sensations of my imminent orgasm began to build, Adrian pulled out and flipped me over. My body was his to do with as he pleased, and as he positioned me on all fours and drove into me, my pleasure crested, bringing about the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed me. As his cock began to pulsate with his own release, his hands gripped my ass, his fingers digging into my skin. He held on tight through the crescendo and subsequent crash, not letting go even as he came down from his high.
“No fucking words,” he growled, the raw tone sending shivers all the way down to my toes, and I was nearly ready to go again. “I hadn’t planned on this, Gabriella, but I had to have you.”
And have me he did. I soon found out that that was only the introduction. After that, the cool, suave Adrian reappeared, wanting to take his time. His hands and mouth studied my body, not leaving a single inch untouched. We spent the night wrapped up in each other, and I wondered how I was going to return to normal the next day.
Only, the next morning, there was no walk of shame. After a round of delicious morning sex—the best I’d ever had—he wouldn’t allow me to leave the bed until he fed me. His wicked grin made me believe it was innuendo for his cock, a meal I’d never turn down, but he actually meant breakfast in bed before insisting we spend the day together. He wanted us to get to know each other, he claimed. This time, I was the one to laugh him off, but eventually, he wore me down, and spend the day together we did.
It was the first time I’d felt alive in years. The first time I’d smiled in far too long, and as the day went on, the more attached I was becoming to this man. And then, when we ended up at the art museum, I held back the tears that usually came with those visits.