The silk sheets clung to Zara's bare skin as she shifted in her sleep, her breathing slow and deep. Her ash-brown hair fanned out over the pillow, soft waves catching the moonlight. At five-foot-six, her slender yet shapely figure curled beneath the covers, long legs tangled in silk. Her bedroom was a vision of luxury—vaulted ceilings, thick velvet drapes swaying in the midnight breeze, and a crystal chandelier glinting in the moonlight. The scent of jasmine lingered in the air, subtle yet intoxicating.
She stirred, her brow creasing.
There was someone in her bed.
She felt him. The warmth of his body, the dip in the mattress, the weight of his presence. And then, the unmistakable slide of a hand along her arm. Slow. Intentional.
"You're so soft," came a low, husky voice near her ear, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.
Zara's lips parted. "Who... are you?" she breathed, not fully awake, not fully asleep. "Adrian...?"
A soft chuckle rumbled from the man beside her, deep and dangerous. "Does it matter right now?"
His hand glided to her waist, teasing the hem of her silk nightgown. "I've thought about this," he whispered, voice thick with desire. "Touching you. Tasting you. Watching you fall apart in my arms."
Her breath hitched, thighs instinctively pressing together.
A soft moan escaped her—"Mmm…"
"You want this too, don't you?" he murmured, pressing a kiss below her jawline, then another—lower—just above her collarbone.
"Ahh... yes..." she whispered, lost in sensation.
"Then let me have you," he said, voice rough with restraint. "Let me ruin you for anyone else."
His mouth crashed into hers—soft lips, demanding tongue.
"Ahhn..." She moaned into him, her body responding instantly. His hands skimmed the graceful curve of her waist and her smooth, flawless skin—like she'd stepped out of a dream. Her storm-gray eyes fluttered open just long enough to meet his, dazed and dark with desire.
Her fingers found his chest, solid and warm beneath her touch, her nails dragging across his skin as her legs tangled with his.
He moved on top of her, one hand cupping the back of her neck as the other slid beneath her nightgown. His palm brushed the curve of her waist, then her hip, then dipped lower—between her thighs.
"Ahh!" She gasped into his mouth as his fingers found her already wet.
"Fuck, Zara..." he groaned, lips trailing down her neck as his fingers stroked her slowly, deliberately. "So ready for me."
She arched beneath him, breathless. "Don't stop."
"Please... mmm... don't stop."
"I won't," he promised. "Not until I've memorized every sound you make."
His mouth moved lower—over the swell of her breasts. He pulled down the thin strap of her nightgown and took one perfect peak into his mouth, licking, sucking, worshipping. His other hand massaged the other breast, thumb circling the nipple until it pebbled beneath his touch.
"Ahhh... yes..." Zara whimpered, thighs trembling as he kissed a path down her belly, tongue flicking, lips teasing. Then he settled between her legs, eyes dark and hungry.
"Spread your legs for me," he said, voice low and commanding.
She obeyed. "Mmm... Adrian..."
He groaned, fingers spreading her folds before his tongue replaced them—slow, purposeful licks that made her cry out.
"Ahh—! God..." Her hands flew to his hair, hips lifting as he devoured her with maddening control.
She was shaking, drenched in sweat and need. "Adrian... I'm—"
"I know," he murmured, dragging his tongue up her center. "Let go for me, baby."
And she did.
"A-Ahhhnn—!" Her body shattered, legs tightening around his shoulders, moans spilling freely as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
He didn't stop. He licked her through it, even as she trembled, until her gasps turned into soft, broken pleas.
"Please... ahh... I c-can't..."
When he finally pulled himself up to hover over her, his mouth wet with her arousal, his eyes dark with hunger. "That was just the beginning, Zara."
She looked up at him, dazed, wrecked, and wanting more. "Then don't stop."
"Don't stop, please..."
Hot and hard, the length of him pressed between her thighs. He rocked against her, teasing her center with deliberate thrusts, spreading slick heat between them.
"Zara," he groaned, voice strained. "You're everything I imagined."
Then he sank into her—slow, deep, inch by inch—filling her completely. "Ohh... fuck..."
She gasped, fingers digging into his back. Her body tightened around him, adjusting, stretching, welcoming.
They moved together, falling into a rhythm as old as time. Her hips lifted to meet his every thrust, her moans swallowed by his kisses, her nails raking down his spine as pleasure built in waves.
"You feel so good," he growled into her neck, thrusting harder now, deeper. "So fucking perfect."
She whimpered, legs wrapped around his waist, holding him closer, needing more.
"Yes... yes, Adrian…harder…ahh..."
The headboard knocked gently against the wall, the silk sheets a mess around their tangled bodies. The air was thick with heat, moans, and the slap of skin on skin.
He reached between them, fingers finding her clit, circling in time with his thrusts. She cried out, body arching.
"That's it, baby," he whispered. "Let go for me."
"Adrian…I'm…ahhh... I'm—"
Her orgasm ripped through her—white-hot and overwhelming. She clenched around him, moaning his name, trembling in his arms.
"Ahhhn! Adrian!"
He wasn't far behind. With a ragged groan, he buried himself deep and stilled, his release pouring into her as he collapsed against her, chest heaving.
"Fuck…Zara..." he breathed, still inside her.
They lay there, breathless. Her head rested on his shoulder, their bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with the scent of sex and jasmine.
She whispered his name again. "Adrian…"
He kissed her forehead softly.
And then—
Darkness.
Her eyes flew open.
The bed was empty. The sheets were cold beside her. No scent. No sound. No trace of him.
"Fuck!" she whispered, sitting up fast. "Was it just a dream?"