I never thought I'd find myself in this position, not after all the vows I made to myself. But here I am, standing outside his door, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The hallway lights flicker overhead, casting eerie shadows that dance across the walls. I check my phone one last time—10:47 PM. Late enough for discretion, early enough to make a quick escape if needed.

The door opens before I can muster the courage to knock. He stands there, tall and imposing, his eyes dark with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. "You came," he says simply, stepping aside to let me in. His voice is deeper than I remember, more commanding.

Inside, the apartment is dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of leather and something else, something musky and inviting. He closes the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing through the silence. "I wasn't sure you would." My voice sounds small, uncertain.

He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I knew you would." His confidence is unnerving, thrilling.

We stand there, just looking at each other, the tension palpable. It's been months since we last saw each other, yet the connection between us feels as strong as ever. Maybe stronger.

"Why did you call me here?" I ask, breaking the silence.

He steps closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "Because I need you," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. "Because I miss you."

His words send a rush of heat through my body. I should leave, I know I should. But the desire pooling deep within me is too powerful to resist.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek. "Do you still want me, or have you forgotten what it's like to be wanted?"

I swallow hard, my mouth dry. "I could never forget."

His hand trails down, resting on my shoulder. "Then prove it."

Without thinking, I grab his shirt, pulling him closer. Our lips meet in a fierce kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth that leaves no room for doubt. He tastes like mint and whiskey, familiar and forbidden all at once.

Our bodies press together,契合得如同两块拼图。他的手滑进我的裙子，指尖轻触我的大腿内侧，引发一阵颤栗。我喘息着，感受到他的坚硬抵在我身上，欲望如野火般蔓延。

"Tell me what you want," he murmurs against my ear, his voice low and seductive.

"I want you," I gasp, my hands clawing at his back. "I want all of you."

He pulls away slightly, his eyes searching mine. "Are you sure? There's no going back from this."

I nod, determination overriding my doubts. "I'm sure."

With a wicked grin, he lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the bedroom. The world tilts as he lays me down on the bed, his body looming over mine. "Then let's give you exactly what you came for."

The anticipation builds, each second stretching into an eternity. I watch as he removes his clothes, revealing the chiseled physique that haunts my dreams. His every movement is deliberate, calculated, a masterful display of control.

As he crawls onto the bed, his weight settling between my legs, I realize there's no turning back. This is where my secret sin begins, a confession of desires long suppressed. And as our bodies merge, the line between pleasure and pain blurs, each thrust pushing me deeper into the abyss of ecstasy.

As he positions himself above me, his eyes lock onto mine, a silent promise of what's to come. His hands grip my wrists, pinning them above my head with effortless strength, and I feel a surge of excitement mixed with fear. "You're sure about this?" he whispers, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me.

I nod, my breath quickening as he trails a line of kisses down my neck, each one sending shivers across my skin. "Yes," I manage to breathe out, my body already responding to his touch.

He releases one of my wrists to trail his fingers along my collarbone, then lower, tracing the outline of my breasts. Each gentle stroke sends a wave of heat through me, and I arch my back slightly, silently begging for more. He smirks, clearly enjoying my reaction, and then his hand moves even lower, skimming over my stomach and dipping into the juncture between my thighs.

"So wet for me," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His finger circles my clit, teasing, before sliding inside me. I gasp, my hips bucking instinctively against his hand. He watches my face, his expression intense, as if memorizing every nuance of my response.

Withdrawing his finger, he shifts his weight, positioning himself at my entrance. I bite my lip, anticipation building within me, as he slowly pushes inside. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that makes my eyes water. He pauses, allowing me to adjust, his gaze never leaving mine.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice hoarse. I meet his eyes, feeling vulnerable yet empowered under his scrutiny. He begins to move, each thrust deliberate and deep, hitting places inside me that make me shudder. I clutch at the sheets, my body writhing beneath him, lost in the vortex of sensation he's creating.

His pace quickens, our bodies slapping together with increasing urgency. I can feel his control slipping, his breaths coming faster, matching the rhythm of my own racing heart. "Come for me," he grunts, his voice strained. "Show me how much you want this."

The words push me over the edge. My orgasm hits like a tidal wave, crashing through me, making me cry out his name. He follows soon after, his body stiffening as he spills inside me, his release just as powerful as mine.

We lie there, entangled in each other's arms, our breathing slowly returning to normal. His hand strokes my hair gently, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. "That was...unexpected," I murmur, still catching my breath.

He laughs softly, kissing my forehead. "For you, maybe. But not for me." His tone is playful yet tinged with seriousness. "We should do this again sometime."

I shiver, not sure if it's from the lingering aftershocks of pleasure or the realization of what we've just done. "Maybe," I reply, my voice barely a whisper. The room is silent except for our ragged breaths, the air heavy with the scent of our combined arousal.

As he pulls away to clean up, I stare at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts of what this means for us. Our secret sin has been committed, and now, there's no turning back.