ADONIS

1. Masculine Threat.

This is the first draft of the story, and it was written a little while back, so ignore the cringe that might pop up occasionally and enjoy! There's less cringe as the story progresses, I promise 😂
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Leilani.

Hot mouths.

Wandering hands.

Deep, wet kisses.

Massive male hands. Oh, those hands. They made me feel sensations that felt illegal. But nothing feels more illegal than writhing beneath a male body three times bigger than yours. Three times warmer. Three times more wild. Three times hornier. Moaning beneath that ripped body and skilled hands was heaven. And sin.

Pure sin.

He was pure, carnal sin. I prayed for forgiveness, alright. But if you ask me…I’d do it all over again.

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“Are you really gonna keep me waiting, baby?” I called out, eyebrows raised in mild frustration. Leave it to Neil to keep his fiancée waiting after she put so much effort into a romantic tub bath and wine.

And that’s not even the best part.

“I’ll be right with you, babe, promise.” Neil’s voice called back, distracted by a phone call. Probably.

Huffing, I turned around to stare at my reflection in the mirror behind me. My long dark hair cascaded down my shoulders and back, baby hairs framing my face in soft curls. My brown eyes gleamed with satisfaction as I took in my tempting appearance in the barely-there adult lingerie I had on.

Neil would lose his mind to lust when he steps in here. As soon as he gets off that fucking call.

One minute.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

What the fuck? I leaned off where I was perched and walked towards the bathroom door, ready to snatch that phone from his hand and throw it into the fish tank. But as I reached the doorway, Neil was just a few steps away, shirtless, with his blonde hair sticking all over the place in that delicious way that made girls blush.

I was not in the mood to blush.

He gave me a boyish smile that lit up his face. Then froze. His blue eyes slowly travelled down my body as if he was seeing me for the first time. My lips quirked. His eyes lingered on my hips, moved up to my almost-naked breasts and stayed there.

“Damn.” He breathed.
I folded my arms, the movement pushing my breasts together and forward some more, like an offering to a sex god. He inhaled sharply and a smile of womanly knowledge curved my lips.

“Wanna come to the tub, baby?” I whispered.

His eyes snapped back to meet mine, swirling with lust. “If anyone’s gonna come right now, babe, it’s you.”

He advanced towards me, and I could see the very obvious strain of his sweats around the crotch area. I took two steps back in the doorway, giggling. He caught me in his arms and landed a smack on my ass.

“Easy tiger.” I purred, smiling while snaking my arms around his neck.

“Fuck, Leila, you should have warned me..” His head dug into my neck, trying to inhale more of my scent. “ Fuck..”

He smacked me again and squeezed, earning a gasp of delight from me. “Neil..” He hummed in response, dragging his hands up my body. My eyes met his, before his gaze flicked down to my lips.

“Let’s get in the tub, baby.” I whispered, raking one hand through his hair, dragging the other down his arm. His eyes were still fixated on my lips, biting his own lip in hunger. Then, he leaned in to claim my mouth, stopping midway when the shrill cry of his phone pierced through the lust-filled air.