Under the
Midnight Sky

Every party has a hidden moment. Tonight, on the rooftop with the city glittering below, he found me in the black dress and didn't say a word—just backed me against the low wall, pushed the silk up my thighs, and slid inside in one slow, deliberate thrust. I bit down on his shoulder to keep quiet while he fucked me deep and steady, the wind catching my hair as his lips found my neck, harder with every gasp. I came first, shaking against him, and he buried himself to the hilt and held me there, his forehead pressed to mine under the open sky, both of us knowing we'd have to go back downstairs eventually—but not yet.