Page 24 of Modern Romance July 2025 #4-8

The idea of being naked in front of the most beautiful man on the planet ought to have set off warning bells in her head, but it didn’t.

Dry-throated with anticipation, she lifted her bottom as, holding her eyes, he tugged at the fabric until it bunched around her thighs, then pulled it off in one swipe over her head and, not taking his eyes off her for a second, threw it over his shoulder.

The way he stared at her, the searing heat, made her feel as though he were staring right into the heart of who she was. When he pressed a hand to her chest she fell back bonelessly, her heart thudding as she waited for him.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he rasped, feasting his eyes on the soft pale curves of her body, the full breasts inside the lace covering, the flare of her hips and the lovely line of her slim, shapely legs.

Thinking about them wrapped around him while he was inside her raised his internal temperature a few more painful degrees.

Adonis was a man who prided himself on being in control of every aspect of his life, but as he stared down at her so hard his vision blurred he didn’t even try to pretend he was in control.

He’d thought he knew sex, loved the uncomplicated simplicity of it, but this was not the sort of sex he was used to.

It was raw. His feelings were raw. It was different and not just because he was her first—the difference was in him. It was as if her vulnerability connected with something in him that he hadn’t known was there. This level of intimacy was beyond anything he knew.

The knowledge made him hesitate but only for a second. The need in him was too strong. His breath escaped in a deep shuddering sigh that lifted his chest and made the sinews in his neck stand out.

She watched as he stood up, pulling at his own clothing, weak with lust as he stripped until he stood there wearing just a pair of boxers.

There was not an ounce of surplus anything. He was all hard, sculpted muscle, lean sinew and strength, the essence of masculinity. Golden and utterly, absolutely perfect. Looking at him made the muscles in her pelvis tighten and her nipples tighten and peak.

She reached up as he came to kneel on the bed beside her, her palms flat on his damp skin, loving the firm texture and fascinated by the iron hardness.

Reacting to a primal need, she pulled herself up to taste the salt on his chest, sliding her arms around his back to support herself as she licked lower and felt dizzy with power as a groan was ripped from some place deep in the barrel of his chest.

She was barely aware of him unclipping her bra, not until he began to peel it from her shoulders and her full breasts spilled free. She gave a voluptuous little shudder as he stared, rapt, at the quivering globes of flesh.

‘Theos…’ he groaned, bending his head to take one pink pouting nipple into his mouth.

The scalding pleasure made her back arch. Her fingers sank into his hair, then he pushed her back onto the tumbled bedclothes, the first skin-to-skin contact as his chest crushed her sensitised breast, his hair-roughened legs pushing into her thighs, was beyond anything she had imagined.

She pushed against him to increase the friction as they kissed, triggering a frantic, feverish battle of clashing tongue and teeth.

As he lifted slightly off her, her protest turned to a low keening cry as he began to slide down her body, leaving an erotic trail of open-mouthed kisses, of clever caresses, until it felt as though every nerve ending in her body were screaming.

When he reached the apex of her legs, the soft curls there, she realised that she was wrong—there were more nerve endings, more of everything.

‘You’re so hot and ready for me,’ he whispered into her ear as he slid a finger deeper into her while continuing to rub the sensitised throbbing nub with his thumb.

Her hand slid down his belly. His skin was damp with sweat. ‘I want…’ she husked.

‘You will, you will. I’ll show you everything I like, but now I can’t take any more of this,’ he rasped, shaking with need. He had never wanted a woman this much in his life before.

As he slid a knee between her legs she opened up for him, tensing slightly as the silky hard tip of his erection nudged her hot, sensitive flesh.

But as he whispered things she had never imagined any man saying to her she relaxed, and when he entered her slowly it was a relief and then so much more.

As his big hands cupped her bottom, exerting fierce control, each stroke sent her deeper into herself, the pleasure like a drug as, snug inside her, he continued to move.

He held on until he felt the first contraction of her body around him and then let go.

He watched her face as her body slowly relaxed, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings against her flushed cheeks. She opened her glowing eyes and looked at him, gave a smile, and he felt himself captured totally by some emotion he had never experienced before.

She lay there panting while he removed the condom she hadn’t even been aware of him putting on. When he rolled back to her she snuggled into him, laying her head on his chest.

She felt him stiffen but only for a moment. His arms came around her and she sighed out her pleasure.

‘Who needs love,’ she said happily, ‘when you have sex?’

She had verbalised pretty much his philosophy on life but for some reason he felt a chink of dissatisfaction slide into his afterglow.