The forbidden kiss in apartment 69

Apartment 69 occupied the entire top floor of the old, discreet building in the center of Bucharest. No one knew exactly who lived there. It was only rumored that the door rarely opened, only to those who knew the correct code and could pay the price of silence.
I was that price.
When I arrived in front of the door, my heart was already beating differently. It wasn’t the first time I’d entered expensive houses, but this time I could smell something different in the air. A subtle scent of cedar wood, fine leather, and something forbidden.
I punched in the code. The door opened silently.
Inside, the light was warm, golden, coming only from a few lamps and the smoldering electric fireplace. He was standing in the middle of the living room, his back to me, looking out the huge window at the illuminated city.
When he turned around, I felt my breath catch for a second.
He was tall, well-built, with sharp features and a gaze that seemed to undress you without touching you. His black shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing his tanned chest. He didn’t smile. He just stared at me for a long time, as if assessing something he already knew belonged to him.
“You came,” he said in a low, velvety voice.
“I came,” I replied simply, letting my purse fall onto the armchair by the door.
He approached slowly. Each step was calculated. When he reached me, he gently lifted my chin with two fingers.
“There are no rules in this apartment,” he murmured. Only desire. And its consequences.
Then he kissed me.
It wasn’t a polite or test kiss. It was a forbidden kiss—deep, possessive, almost brutal in its intensity. His tongue invaded my mouth with a hunger that I could feel down to my fingertips. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me violently towards him. His body was hot, solid, and I could already feel how hard he was under his elegant pants.
I moaned into his mouth. He smiled lightly against my lips and pushed my back against the wall. The thin dress I was wearing rose on its own as he grabbed my thighs and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his weight pressing down on me.
His fingers slid under my dress, discovering that I was wearing nothing underneath. He growled approvingly and began to caress me slowly, in circular motions, right where I was already wet and hot.
— So ready for me… he whispered, biting my bottom lip lightly.
He carried me to the bedroom without letting me down. He sat me down on the huge bed, with black silk sheets. He took off my dress in one motion and stood for a few seconds looking at me naked, his eyes dark with desire.
He knelt on the edge of the bed, spread my legs wide, and lowered his mouth over me. His tongue was warm, expert, moving with a precision that made me arch and moan loudly. Two thick fingers entered me deeply, moving in rhythm with his mouth, until the first orgasm hit me violently, making me tremble and scream his name (although I didn’t know it).
He didn’t give me time to recover.
He stood up, took off his shirt and pants. His body was sculptural – defined muscles, tanned skin, and a thick, long member, already throbbing with desire. He sat on top of me, kissed me again, deeply, and slowly, very slowly, entered me all the way.
I felt him fill me completely. My breathing stopped for a moment.
He began to move – first slowly, deeply, then harder and harder. Each thrust made me moan louder. His hands held my wrists above my head, completely immobilizing me as he possessed me with controlled force.
“Look at me,” he ordered hoarsely.
I opened my eyes. His gaze was wild, full of possession.
“Tell me whose you are tonight.”
“Yours…” I moaned, feeling my second orgasm fast approaching.
“Harder.
“I am yours!” I am yours in apartment 69…
He picked up the pace, pounding me deep and hard until I exploded again, contracting violently around him. He followed right behind me, moaning low and pouring himself hotly deep inside me, in long, powerful spasms.
We remained pressed together, our heavy breaths mingling.
He kissed my sweaty forehead and whispered in my ear:
— That forbidden kiss… was just the beginning.
I pressed closer to him, smiling weakly.
— Then show me the rest of the night, Mr. 69.