The door clicked shut behind her. She barely had time to turn around before he was already there—standing right in front of her. His hands found her back instantly, pulling her close as if he didn’t want to waste a single moment. His gaze burned into hers, filled with desire, before he gently slipped her jacket from her shoulders and let it fall carelessly to the floor, nudging it aside with his foot.

Before she could take a breath, she felt his lips on hers—hot, demanding, as if they had been longing for this moment for far too long. Longing for closeness. Longing for passion. She responded immediately, her fingers sliding up the back of his neck, tangling into his hair.

His grip tightened, and with a smooth yet determined motion, he lifted her into his arms. She clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her through the hallway and into the bedroom. Their eyes met over and over again, a silent promise lingering in the air between them.

He set her down beside the nightstand and walked to the window, pulling the curtains shut with a swift motion. As he returned to her, his hands found her hips, fingers pressing lightly against her skin.

As he gently pushed her against the wall, her breathing quickened. His lips wandered to her neck, leaving soft kisses that soon turned into gentle bites, his hunger for her skin growing by the second.

In one smooth motion, he pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it onto the bed.

Her fingers explored his lightly hairy chest, moving down his stomach until she finally unfastened the button of his jeans.

For a brief moment, he let her continue, but just as she reached for the zipper, he caught her wrists, pressing them above her head.

His eyes gleamed with mischief, his lips hovering just a breath away from hers. "Not so fast," he murmured, his voice deep and husky.

One of his hands slid down her left side while the other kept her wrists pinned above her. As his touch moved lower, he lifted her top with him, slipping it over her head before continuing downward again. Now, her delicate curves were covered only by a pink sports bra. His lips found her neck once more, and she tilted her head to the side, savoring every touch, every movement, as a soft shiver coursed through her body.

She felt him lift her again, this time slower, his fingers pressing firmly into her warm skin.

He laid her down on the bed, his body hovering over hers, his gaze tracing her features.

"Tell me…" His voice was barely a whisper, thick with desire. "What do you want?"

She met his gaze, pulling him down into another deep, urgent kiss. Her fingers roamed over his chest again, relishing the way his muscles tensed under her touch. He reached behind her, unclasping her bra and tossing it over her head onto the bed.

His eyes drank her in, memorizing every curve, every slight movement of her young body. Every flicker of a smile, every spark of hunger in her eyes. Then, for a moment, he pulled back—only to take her in even more, to fully absorb her presence.

His need for her intensified. Without hesitation, he slid her pants down, not even needing to unfasten them. He took a moment to admire her—now dressed in nothing but a delicate pink thong.

He leaned over her again, her gaze reflecting nothing but pure surrender, lust, and passion.

His hands traced the curve of her hips, then slid up to her soft, perky breasts, now showing clear signs of arousal.

He kissed her stomach, trailing upwards—her ribs, her breasts, one at a time—until he reached her neck.

As he did, he skillfully freed himself from his jeans, his arousal impossible to ignore. He wanted her. She wanted him.

The room pulsed with the heat of desire, with the kind of passion that set skin on fire.

Gripping the waistband of his boxers, he slid them down. She reached for the edge of her panties, but before she could do anything, he seized her wrists and pinned them above her head once more.

With one hand, he gently pushed her panties aside.

She was dripping, ready, her body craving nothing but him.

He released her wrists, but she kept them above her head voluntarily now—offering him complete control.

A single motion was all it took for him to pull back his foreskin before sinking deep inside her.

Her eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, her breath catching in her throat.

He leaned over her, inhaling deeply before thrusting into her with slow, deliberate force.

Now, they were one. She with him, he with her.

He moved at an unhurried pace, his hips rocking forward and back, each deep stroke drawing a soft moan from her lips—silent encouragement that he was doing exactly what she needed.

Her eyes rolled back, silently telling him, Don’t stop, I’m so close.

His breathing was uneven, his movements restrained yet filled with urgency. She felt the tension build between them, every touch pulling them deeper into the moment.

Her name fell from his lips as she finally let go completely, surrendering herself to him. The world blurred, everything beyond this bed, this moment, ceasing to exist.

Time lost meaning. Space dissolved. And when they finally reached their peak together—when everything exploded into a whirlwind of heat, pleasure, and raw connection—he held her close, as if he never wanted to let go.

His fingers dug into her hips as his deep groans mixed with hers, both lost in their shared ecstasy.

Her body trembled, pleasure crashing through her in waves. He felt it—the way she tightened around him, the way her body pulled him deeper, dragging him over the edge with her.

With two final thrusts, he released inside her, his body shuddering in pleasure.

He collapsed against her, his breath heavy, his heart pounding in sync with hers.

Slowly, he lifted his head, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. His gaze was softer now, but still ablaze with the fire of what had just happened.

"I hope it was worth being impatient," he murmured, flashing her a crooked grin.

She let out a breathless laugh, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. "Every second."

He pressed his forehead to hers, their fingers intertwining.

The warmth after the storm lingered in the air, wrapping around them like a quiet promise.

She knew—this was more than just a fleeting moment.

And it definitely wouldn't be the last.