The rooftop pool was supposed to be off-limits after midnight, but that only made it more tempting. The city sprawled below, skyscrapers glittering against the velvet dark, while the water shimmered with faint blue light.
Lena slipped out of her heels and padded barefoot across the tiles, her silk dress clinging to her thighs. She had come up here for air, for quiet, but instead, she found him.
Adrian. The hotel's elusive guest, the one she'd noticed at the bar nights ago, sharp suit, watchful eyes, the kind of man who carried danger in the way he moved.
He was already in the pool, chest glistening, water dripping down muscles that looked carved by the gods. His dark hair was slicked back, his gaze fixed on her as though he'd been waiting all along.
"You shouldn't be here," Lena whispered, though her voice betrayed a thrill.
"Neither should you," Adrian countered, his smirk dangerous. He swam to the edge, resting his arms on the ledge. "But since we're both trespassing…" His eyes raked down her body. "Why don't you join me?"
Her heart stuttered. She knew she should leave, but instead, her fingers slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving only lace beneath. Adrian's sharp inhale told her everything she needed to know.
"Christ, Lena…" His voice was low, reverent and hungry at once.
She stepped in slowly, the cool water kissing her heated skin. By the time she reached him, his hands were already reaching, pulling her flush against his chest. The shock of skin-to-skin contact made her gasp.
"Tell me this isn't what you wanted," Adrian murmured against her lips.
Her answer came in the form of a kiss, hard, desperate, wet from the pool water and the need that had been simmering for days. His tongue tangled with hers, his grip bruising on her hips as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.
The water sloshed around them, droplets catching moonlight as he pressed her back against the cool tile. His mouth trailed down her throat, biting, sucking, leaving heat in his wake. She arched against him, her nails raking down his shoulders, her voice breaking into moans she couldn't hold back.
"Do you know how many nights I've thought about this?" he groaned, rocking her against his hardness. "How many times I imagined you like this, begging me?"
"Then stop imagining," she whispered, breathless. "And take me."
That was all the permission he needed. With the water lapping around them, he slid inside her with one hard thrust that made her cry out, echoing across the empty rooftop. The shock of it, the rawness, the recklessness sent her spiraling.
The pool rippled with every movement, his body driving into hers with relentless precision. The danger of being caught, the thrill of being so exposed, it was intoxicating. She clung to him, gasping his name, every thrust pushing her higher, every moan swallowed by his hungry mouth.
"Say it," Adrian demanded against her ear, his voice hoarse. "Say you want this."
"I want this." Her words dissolved into a scream as her body clenched tight around him, release crashing like a wave.
He groaned her name, shuddering, thrusting harder until he broke apart with her, their cries tangling in the midnight air.
For a moment, the world was only the water, the stars, and the fever of their bodies pressed together.
Adrian finally rested his forehead against hers, breath ragged, his hands still gripping her thighs as though he couldn't let her go. "You're trouble," he muttered with a smirk, kissing her swollen lips again.
"And you love it," Lena teased, her laughter breathless, her body still trembling against him.
The ripples stilled around them, but both of them knew this wouldn't be the last time the pool saw sin written into its water.
Adrian kept her pinned against the tile, lips brushing her ear as though the silence of the city might eavesdrop. "You taste like midnight," he murmured, kissing the curve of her jaw, "sweet and forbidden." His teeth grazed lightly against her throat, and Lena shivered, already too sensitive, already aching again.
She tried to catch her breath, but he didn't give her space. His hand slid down, spreading her wider, lifting her until she gasped at the sharp press of his body moving inside her once more. The water lapped against them, whispering their secret across the rooftop, while Lena clung to his shoulders, torn between shame and delight.
"Adrian" Her voice broke on his name, her plea swallowed as he captured her mouth again. The kiss was slow this time, almost cruel in how it teased, his tongue stroking hers with the same rhythm as his hips.
"Look at me," he ordered softly, pulling back just enough so their eyes locked. His gaze was molten, demanding, and she couldn't look away even as her body trembled on the edge again. "I want to see you lose yourself. Right here. Right now."
Every word was a tether pulling her deeper, every thrust pushing her closer until the world spun. She clutched his wet hair, nails dragging across his scalp as the wave overtook her again, raw and messy and perfect. Her cry echoed into the night, carried away by the wind but pressed into his chest like a vow.
Adrian groaned low, the sound guttural, and buried himself harder, chasing his own release. When it came, he broke against her with a shudder that nearly knocked them both under the water. His grip on her thighs was bruising, desperate, like he was afraid she might vanish if he let go.
They stayed tangled together, drifting in the blue glow of the pool, the city still glittering far below as though it had no idea what sins unfolded above it. Finally, Lena laughed breathlessly, the sound shaky but real.
"This is insane," she whispered, forehead pressed to his.
His smirk was wicked. "Insanity looks good on you."
When he finally carried her out of the pool, her body limp from exhaustion and pleasure, he set her down gently on one of the lounge chairs. The night air kissed her damp skin, raising goosebumps, but Adrian only draped his jacket over her shoulders before leaning down to kiss her once more, slow, deep, sealing something dangerous between them.
"Tomorrow," he whispered against her lips. "I want more than stolen water and stars. Tomorrow, Lena… you're mine for the whole night."
Her heart hammered at the promise, and even as her body throbbed from what they'd already done, she found herself nodding. Because she knew, with a kind of helpless certainty, that she'd follow him back into sin every time.