The city glittered beneath them, a sprawl of neon and headlights that stretched for miles. From the twenty-seventh floor, everything looked small, like nothing down there could touch what was happening up here.
Maya leaned against the railing of the hotel balcony, the night breeze tugging at her silk robe. She hadn't meant for the evening to end like this. She'd come back from dinner flushed with wine, ready to slip into bed alone. But then Aaron had knocked.
Her new neighbor. The man with the lazy smile and the kind of body that looked carved to ruin good intentions.
"Borrow a lighter?" he'd asked casually, holding up an unlit cigarette. But his gaze had been doing something else entirely, dragging down her neckline, lingering at the loose tie of her robe, daring her to notice.
Now, somehow, she was here, pinned against the railing with Aaron's mouth teasing along her throat.
"You taste better than I imagined," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
Her pulse thundered. "You imagined this?"
He chuckled low, dangerous. "Since the first time I saw you in that robe." His hands slid inside it, palms grazing bare skin. "I knew it was hiding something worth unwrapping."
The robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her elbows. Cool air kissed her heated skin, but Aaron's hands were hotter, firm, steady, exploring like he owned the map of her body. She arched when his thumb brushed the swell of her breast, a moan slipping before she could stop it.
"Careful," he teased, glancing toward the sliding doors. The curtains were drawn, but the thought of someone noticing made her thighs clench. "You like the risk, don't you?"
She swallowed, unable to deny it. "Maybe."
His grin was wicked as he lowered to his knees, spreading her gently until her back pressed the rail. From here, the city sprawled beneath them, endless and uncaring. He kissed the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, until she trembled.
"Tell me no," he whispered against her skin.
She shuddered, clutching the railing harder. "Don't you dare stop."
The first stroke of his tongue shattered her restraint. She gasped, hips jerking, the sound of his mouth obscene in the night air. Her hands flew to his hair, anchoring him as he teased her mercilessly, dragging her higher with every flick, every press.
"Maya…" he groaned between licks, voice muffled and desperate. "Fuck, you're sweet."
She cried out, the city lights blurring as pleasure consumed her. The thrill of being so exposed, of knowing she could be seen, sent her spiraling. She broke apart against his mouth, thighs shaking, breathless as he coaxed every tremor from her.
But Aaron wasn't finished.
He rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes burning into hers. With one swift motion, he freed himself, pressing her back against the rail. The thick length of him nudged her, and she gasped.
"Here?" she whispered, shocked.
"Here," he growled, kissing her hard. "I want the city to know you're mine tonight."
The first thrust stole her breath. She clung to him, half-afraid, half-thrilled, as he drove into her. Each movement pushed her harder against the railing, the night air filled with the wet slap of skin and her desperate cries.
"Say it," Aaron demanded, teeth grazing her neck. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," she gasped, barely coherent as her second climax ripped through her. The words tumbled out broken, raw, because it was true, right here, right now, she belonged to him.
He followed her into release, groaning her name into her mouth, clutching her like he'd never let go.
For a long moment, they just breathed, the city still glittering, the night still humming, but their world narrowed to the slick heat of their bodies pressed tight together.
Finally, Aaron kissed her slow, tender, like a promise buried in filth. "Tomorrow night," he whispered. "No balcony. I want to hear you scream into the pillows."
Maya laughed breathlessly, robe slipping forgotten to the ground. She already knew she'd knock on his door before the night was over.
But Aaron didn't give her the chance. He hooked a finger beneath her chin, tilting her gaze back up to him. "Why wait?" he asked, eyes glinting in the half-light. His voice was gravel, raw from groans and restraint, but it sent another shiver racing through her.
Before she could answer, he scooped her up in his arms. She gasped, instinctively clutching his shoulders as he carried her inside. The curtains swayed behind them, shutting out the city, but Maya still felt the ghost of it, like the glittering skyline was burned into her skin, a witness to what they'd done.
Aaron kicked the door closed with his heel, his mouth finding hers again, slower this time but no less hungry. The kiss stretched, deepened, until she melted against him, her arms looped around his neck. He lowered her onto the bed, the silk sheets cool against her overheated skin.
She propped herself on her elbows, watching him shrug out of his shirt. Every movement was deliberate, teasing, like he wanted her to savor the reveal. Strong arms, taut stomach, the faint line of hair leading lower. She bit her lip, the ache inside her sparking alive all over again.
"You're staring," he teased, voice smug.
"You like it," she shot back, though her throat was dry.
"I love it."
He joined her on the bed, his weight sinking the mattress, his body covering hers like he belonged there. Their mouths met again, but this time he slowed the pace, long, languid kisses that dragged her under. His hands moved lower, fingertips brushing down her ribs, across her stomach, until she trembled with anticipation.
"Still mine?" he murmured, lips ghosting her jaw.
"Always," she breathed, too wrecked to play coy.
His chuckle vibrated against her chest before he slid lower, settling between her thighs again. But this time he didn't rush, he worshipped, tongue tracing lazy patterns, hands anchoring her hips when she tried to squirm closer. The pleasure was unbearable in its patience, winding tighter and tighter until she was begging for release.
"Please, Aaron," she gasped, fists twisting the sheets. "Please don't"
Her plea cut off in a scream as he finally gave her what she wanted. His mouth devoured her, relentless, pulling her apart until she shattered for the second time, body jerking beneath his grip.
But instead of stopping, he climbed up her trembling frame, kissing her swollen lips as he slid into her again. The stretch was perfect, the rhythm slow at first, grinding deep, making her feel every inch. She whimpered, nails dragging down his back, her body slick and eager to take him.
Aaron groaned, forehead pressed to hers. "God, Maya… you're ruining me."
"Good," she panted, rolling her hips to meet his. "Let me."
That broke him. His thrusts turned rougher, the bed rocking with the force, their cries tangled in the air. Maya clung to him, kissing him through the chaos, drowning in the filth of it. Every thrust sent her spiraling, until her body betrayed her again, tightening, convulsing around him.
Her orgasm tore through her like fire, dragging his out with it. He cursed against her lips, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her, his groan vibrating through her chest. They collapsed together, sweaty, shaking, breath mingling in the heavy silence.
For a long while, neither moved. The sheets were damp, her legs still hooked around him, their bodies fused in the mess they'd made. Finally, Aaron rolled to the side, pulling her with him so she lay against his chest.
"Tomorrow night," he said again, voice low and spent. His hand traced circles along her spine, tender now. "And the night after. And the night after that."
Maya smiled against his skin, her eyelids heavy. She didn't bother answering, her body already knew. She'd be his as many nights as he asked.
And as she drifted off in his arms, the city still glittered outside, silent and watchful, like it had blessed the beginning of something far filthier than either of them had planned.