Hidden Passion [+18]

The great exhibition

The anticipation of seeing Marcos again filled me with a nervous energy as I boarded the plane to his city. This trip wasn’t just about us; it was also about my career, my art. The gallery exhibition was the biggest opportunity I had ever had, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety.

When the plane touched down, I was greeted by the familiar skyline of the city that had become so significant in my life. As I stepped out of the terminal, I spotted Marcos waiting for me, his smile wide and his eyes filled with warmth. Seeing him standing there, all the stress and worry melted away, replaced by a wave of happiness and relief.

He pulled me into a tight embrace, his familiar scent wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. -Welcome back, beauty,- he whispered into my ear, his voice sending a shiver of delight down my spine. -I’ve missed you so much.-

-I’ve missed you too,- I replied, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. -I’m so glad to be here, Marcos. This week is going to be incredible.-

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. -You have no idea how incredible. I’ve got a few surprises planned.-

The ride from the airport was filled with our usual banter, but underneath the playful words was a current of anticipation. The exhibition was just days away, and it felt like the culmination of everything we had been working toward, both in our relationship and in my career.

When we arrived at Marcos’s apartment, I was greeted with the sight of flowers and candles scattered around the living room. He had transformed the space into a warm, welcoming oasis, a place where I could unwind and feel at home.

-You didn’t have to do all this,- I said, touched by his thoughtfulness.

He shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. -I wanted to. This week is all about you, Alex. You’ve worked so hard, and you deserve to be celebrated.-

But the celebration he had in mind wasn’t just about flowers and candles. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, his hands were on me, urgent and demanding. His lips crushed against mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw, filled with the need we had both been suppressing for far too long.

-Marcos,- I gasped, my hands fisting in his shirt as he pushed me back against the wall. The cool surface was a sharp contrast to the heat of his body, pressing so close that I could feel every inch of him.

-You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,- he growled against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. -How much I’ve missed you.-

His hands were everywhere, sliding under my shirt, pulling at the fabric until it was gone. His mouth followed, lips and tongue tracing the lines of my collarbone, the curve of my breast. He was relentless, driven by a hunger that I matched with my own.

-I need you,- I whispered, the words spilling out in a rush as I pulled him closer, my nails digging into his back. -Now, Marcos. Please.-

He didn’t need to be asked twice. With a low growl, he lifted me, carrying me to the bedroom and tossing me onto the bed. I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me again, his hands sliding down my body, tugging at my jeans until they were gone. The air between us was charged, the tension thick as he stripped away the last of our clothes.

When he entered me, it was with a force that stole my breath, the connection between us so intense that it bordered on pain. But it was a pain I craved, a reminder of the power he had over me, the way he could make me feel like I was falling apart and coming together all at once.

-You’re mine,- he whispered, his voice dark and possessive as he thrust into me, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. -All mine.-

The words sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine, my body arching up to meet his, desperate for more. I could feel the edge approaching, the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter until I thought I might break. And then, with one last, powerful thrust, I shattered, the pleasure washing over me in waves that left me trembling beneath him.