The door creaked open, and I froze. The sound was barely audible over the hum of the city outside, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat. I had been waiting for this moment all night, but now that it was here, I felt a rush of anxiety mixed with anticipation. My fingers tightened around the glass of wine I had been nursing, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim.

"You're early," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall—it was only 9:30. We had agreed on 10:00.

He stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. His presence filled the space, even though he hadn't moved much. He was tall, with broad shoulders that seemed to stretch the fabric of his shirt. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he had run his fingers through it one too many times in nervous energy. But it was his eyes that held me captive—deep, almost black, and piercing.

"I couldn't wait," he replied, his voice low and smooth. It sent a shiver down my spine. "Did I interrupt something?"

I shook my head, setting the glass down on the table beside me. "No, just... getting ready."

He nodded, taking a step closer. The air between us seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I wondered if he could sense the way my pulse quickened.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over me. I had chosen my outfit carefully—a simple black dress that hugged my curves, the hem stopping just above my knees. It was modest, yet somehow still provocative. I had paired it with sheer black stockings and a pair of heels that made my legs look endless.

"Thank you," I whispered, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. I wasn't used to compliments like this, especially not from him.

He took another step forward, closing the distance between us. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, a mix of leather and spice that made my head spin. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of my arm. The touch was light, almost tentative, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes searched mine, as if looking for any sign of hesitation.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. This was what I wanted, wasn't it? A night of forbidden pleasures, a chance to explore desires I had kept hidden for so long. But now that the moment was here, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering on the brink of something dangerous.

"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely audible. "I'm sure."

His lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. "Good," he said, his tone dark and possessive. "Because I don't do things halfway."

Before I could react, his hands were on me, pulling me against him. The suddenness of the movement caught me off guard, and I let out a small gasp. His body was solid, unyielding, and I could feel every inch of him pressed against me. My breasts flattened against his chest, and I could feel the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against my lower abdomen.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded, his voice gruff. His fingers tightened on my arms, holding me in place.

I hesitated, my mind racing. What did I want? The question seemed so simple, yet the answer was anything but. I wanted to be dominated, to surrender control completely. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his mouth claiming mine. I wanted to lose myself in the pleasure, to forget everything else but the two of us.

"I want..." I began, my voice trembling. "I want you to take me."

His eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Say it again," he demanded.

"Take me," I repeated, more firmly this time. "Please."

He groaned, a low, primal sound that vibrated through his chest. His hands slid down to my waist, gripping me tightly. Then, without warning, he lifted me off the ground, carrying me effortlessly to the bed. I landed on the mattress with a soft thud, and before I could catch my breath, he was looming over me, his weight pinning me down.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice rough.

I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. Trust was a fragile thing, easily broken. But in that moment, I knew I would give him anything he asked for.

"Yes," I whispered.

He smiled, a slow, wicked grin that made my stomach flip. "Good," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Because tonight, you're mine."

He didn't waste a moment. His lips crashed into mine, hard and demanding, as his hands roamed my body with an urgency that matched my own. I gasped into the kiss, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he deepened it, his tongue exploring my mouth with a possessive hunger. The taste of him, wild and intoxicating, sent waves of heat cascading through me.

"Spread your legs," he commanded between kisses, his voice rough and gravelly. I obeyed without hesitation, parting my thighs to accommodate him. He shifted his weight, positioning himself between my legs, and I felt the hard length of him pressing against the fabric of my panties. The sensation was electric, sending a shiver down my spine.

His hand slid up my thigh, his fingers brushing against the lace edge of my panties. "So wet for me already," he murmured, his tone dark and approving. I bit my lip, unable to deny the truth in his words. My body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

He pushed my panties aside, his fingers finding the slick heat between my legs. I arched into his touch, my breath hitching as he stroked me, his fingers moving with practiced precision. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I could only nod, my eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coiled tight within me.

"Look at me," he demanded, and I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. His expression was intense, almost feral, as he watched me writhe beneath him. "I want you to come for me," he said, his voice commanding. "But not yet."

With that, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me aching for more. He shifted again, positioning himself more firmly against me, and I felt the head of his erection pressing against my entrance through the thin fabric of our clothes. "Ready?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest. He thrust forward, grinding himself against me with a force that took my breath away. The friction was maddening, the pressure building quickly as he moved against me, his hips snapping rhythmically. I moaned, my hands gripping his back as I struggled to keep up with the intensity of the sensations.

"That's it," he growled, his voice vibrating through his chest. "Take it, baby. Take everything I give you." His movements grew more frantic, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he drove himself against me. I could feel the tension building within me, the need for release clawing at the edges of my consciousness.

"Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "I need..."

"Shh," he soothed, his lips brushing against my ear. "Just let go. Let me take care of you." With that, he increased the pressure, his hips bucking against mine with a ferocity that left me breathless. The world narrowed down to the two of us, the heat of his body, the hardness of his arousal, the way he filled me even through our clothes.

And then, with a final, desperate thrust, I shattered. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, my body trembling uncontrollably as I came apart in his arms. He continued to move against me, riding out my orgasm until I was a quivering mess beneath him.

When I finally began to come down from the high, he pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice tender despite the raw edge to it. "You were perfect."

I smiled weakly, my body still humming with residual pleasure. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss that spoke of promises yet to be fulfilled.

"This is just the beginning," he murmured against my lips. "There's so much more I want to show you."

I shivered at the thought, my body already responding to the promise in his words. "I can't wait," I admitted, my voice filled with anticipation.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent another thrill through me. "Neither can I," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "Neither can I."