Erotic Fiction: The Secret Between Us

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The air buzzed with the kind of electricity that only comes with weddings. Between champagne flutes clinking and whispered promises on the dance floor, there was an undercurrent—an unspoken tension—that simmered every time I glanced across the room at him.

Adonis, the best man, stood near the bar, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, the other holding a glass of whiskey. His tuxedo fit him like a dream, the sharp lines emphasizing his broad shoulders. His mouth quirked up into a half-smile as he caught me staring.

I looked away quickly, pretending to focus on the bride tossing her bouquet, but my heart raced. My cheeks burned, and I hated that he could make me feel like this with just a glance.

We hadn’t exchanged more than polite greetings all weekend. Still, there was something undeniable about him—a magnetic pull I couldn’t resist, no matter how hard I tried. I barely knew the guy though, and my friend’s wedding wasn’t exactly the place to shoot my shot.

As the night wound down, I found myself slipping away from the crowd. The laughter and music faded as I wandered into the quiet hallway outside the ballroom. The muted lighting and distant hum of the party felt like a welcome reprieve.

“Running away already?”

His voice sent a shiver down my spine. I turned to see Adonis leaning against the wall, his tie loosened, his whiskey glass empty in his hand.

“Just needed a breather,” I responded with a grin. “I know, I’m bad on the bridesmaid duties at the moment.”

He pushed off the wall and took a step closer, his presence commanding. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

I laughed, the sound more nervous than I’d intended. “Avoiding you? I don’t even know you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said, his eyes locked onto mine. “The way you’ve been looking at me all night—”

“You’re imagining things,” I interrupted, though the heat flushing my cheeks instantly betrayed me.

He tilted his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Am I?”

Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us. His hand brushed against my arm, and every nerve in my body came alive. I should’ve walked away, should’ve told him this was a bad idea, but instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my ears.

His lips met mine in a kiss that was as unexpected as it was intoxicating. It was slow at first, testing the waters, but when I responded, wrapping my arms around his neck, it deepened into something far more desperate.

Adonis backed me against the wall, his hands resting on either side of my waist as his mouth explored mine. Every touch, every movement, felt like a spark igniting a fire between us.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered against his lips, even as I pulled him closer.

“No,” he agreed, his breath hot against my neck, “but I’m not stopping unless you tell me to.”

Of course, I didn’t tell him to stop. His hands roamed my body with a hunger that matched my own. The layers of fabric between us felt suffocating, and I ached for more. Adonis’ lips moved to my jaw, then down to my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that sent a thrill straight to my core.

“Not here,” I managed to say, though it was barely a whisper.

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. His dark eyes were filled with heat, and he nodded once before taking my hand.

We found ourselves in a secluded office down the hall. The moment the door to the office clicked shut, it was as though the entire world outside ceased to exist. The laughter and chatter from the wedding reception, the clink of champagne glasses—everything faded into the background. There were only the two of us now.

I looked at Adonis. My heart hammered against my chest, not just from the nerves, but from the undeniable connection that had been building between us throughout the day. We had exchanged a few glances, shared a couple of smiles, but nothing could have prepared me for how electric it felt to be alone with him now.

“You know,” Adonis said, his voice low, “I never expected this.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to steady my breath. The proximity between us was making it hard to think clearly.

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “When I came to check on you in the hall, I wasn’t expecting this…but I can’t say I’m disappointed. I’ve wanted to fuck you all evening.”

“I…” My voice faltered for a second, then steadied. “I didn’t expect this either.”

Adonis reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His fingers grazed my skin softly, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt the heat of his breath on my lips, the tension between us palpable. My hands found their way to his chest, resting there as I tried to steady myself, but it was hard. His presence was overwhelming, and yet, it felt comforting. He wasn’t pushing me, just waiting—waiting for me to make the next move.

I stepped closer, my body moving of its own accord. The space between us closed, and then, without thinking, I lifted my hands to his face, cupping his jaw. The look in his eyes was filled with something unspoken, but I could read it in the way his lips parted slightly, in the way his breathing had become heavier.

Then, finally, I leaned in. His lips were soft against mine, tentative at first, as though we were both testing the waters. But the moment they made contact, something inside me snapped. The kiss deepened almost instantly, and I could feel the urgency building between us. It was electric, our chemistry undeniable, a force we couldn’t ignore even if we tried.

I parted my lips, inviting him in. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer. The feeling of his body against mine was intoxicating—his warmth, the solidness of him, the way he fit perfectly against me. I let out a soft breath as his hands moved, caressing my back and then travelling lower, sliding over the curve of my hips.

I wanted more. I needed more.

My hands moved to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as I kissed him deeper, the intensity of the moment building. There was no hesitation now—no second-guessing. We were lost in this moment, in each other, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Adonis broke the kiss for a moment, his lips trailing down my neck. The sensation of his mouth on my skin sent a wave of warmth flooding through me. I tilted my head back, giving him more access, more of me. His lips were gentle, but there was a possessiveness in the way he kissed me, as though he couldn’t get enough.

“Alexa,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire.

The sound of my name on his lips sent a jolt straight to my core. I could feel the heat building between us, a slow burn that was threatening to consume me. He was moving with a kind of reverence, but there was also an undeniable hunger in him.

“I want to feel you,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Adonis leaned in again, his lips finding mine once more. This time, his hands were more certain, more possessive. He gently guided me to sit on the edge of the desk, his body following mine, his chest pressing against mine as his lips moved to my neck again. I let out a soft sigh, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles as he kissed me.

His hands travelled down, brushing over my sides, the fabric of my dress sliding beneath his touch. He paused for a moment, his fingers trailing over the hem, asking without words if it was okay to go further. I nodded, my body already anticipating the next move.

Slowly, carefully, Adonis lifted the hem of my dress, his touch feather-light, like he was asking for permission with every movement. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me as he uncovered my skin inch by inch, his eyes dark with desire.

Once my legs were exposed, he leaned back for a moment, just taking me in. There was something in his expression—something that made me feel beautiful, desired in a way that made my heart race.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice rough.

I smiled softly, my fingers tracing his jawline. “So are you.”

Then, without another word, he lowered himself, his lips brushing against the inside of my thigh. The contact was soft, tentative, but the warmth of his mouth sent a wave of desire coursing through me. I gasped, my fingers tightening on the edge of the desk, my body arching involuntarily towards him.

His lips travelled higher, moving slowly, deliberately, as if savouring every moment. The air between us was thick with anticipation, and when his mouth finally brushed against my skin, I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through me.

It was soft at first, a gentle, tender kiss that left me breathless. As his hands gripped my hips, pulling me even closer, the kiss between my thighs deepened, his touch becoming more insistent, more passionate.

In that moment, everything else—every thought, every hesitation—disappeared. It was just him. Just me. And everything we’d been holding back finally shattered.