Between Desire and Power

Chapter 3 - Heaven

～7 Years Ago～

He held my hand, leading me to the corner of the living room. There, a shining piano stood, seemingly waiting for its master to play it.

“Do you play?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, since I was 8.”

Of course, this man seems to be good at everything.

He took a seat at the piano, and I stood by it, watching him.

He didn’t say anything as his long fingers began to play on the keyboard. It was a tune I hadn’t heard before, with light and gentle notes, as if reflecting his happy mood. But as the tune gradually deepened, he began to furrow his eyebrows, and the notes became heavier and slower, as if he was in deep thought. Eventually, the music, tinged with faint melancholy, came to an end.

“That’s wonderful.” I don’t know when my eyes got red, and I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. “Whose music is this?”

He looked up at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes. “This is something I just improvised.”

Well, what else is surprising…

“I love it; it felt so vulnerable and raw.”

“It’s for you, my angel,” he said, getting up from his chair and placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

My heart warmed, and the corners of my mouth gently rose. “Thank you, Andrew.”

He didn’t say anything but took me in his arms. We stayed like that, hugging for a long time. I don’t know if it was 5 minutes or an hour.

Finally, sleep hit me out of nowhere, and I couldn’t keep my eyelids open. Andrew noticed and picked me up in one arm, bridal style. I immediately squeaked, “Oh my, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking you to bed.”

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I didn’t know what to expect because I had never done anything like this before. Don’t take this the wrong way; I did fool around with a few guys back in high school. But I had never really stayed at their place overnight before, not to mention staying with a total stranger.

He laid me gently on the bed as if I were light as a feather. “You must be very tired. You can sleep here in the master bedroom,” he said, like the gentleman he is. “I'll sleep in the guest bedroom, just yell if you need anything.” After that, he bent down and kissed me again on the forehead.

Maybe it was because I was so tired that all my rationality left my body, or maybe it was because my attraction to him was so strong that I blurted out, “Don't go, you can sleep with me.”

His eyes widened as if he didn’t understand what I was saying.

“I mean, you can rest here; nothing needs to happen. I just want you here.” I blushed, suddenly realizing that what I had just said could be misconstrued to mean something else.

His eyes immediately became tender. “I would love that.” He took off his jacket and signaled to me with his eyes when he tried to take his top off as well. “I’m more used to sleeping without a top; it’s a bit hot.” My face immediately turned red.

I lowered my head and nodded.

He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw my reaction, and his bell-like laughter, which was also so charming, made my heart skip a beat.

I subconsciously raised my head to see why he was laughing so happily when I noticed his body in front of me.

He is built in the most artistic way, with a broad back, a narrow waist, pronounced muscular lines on his arms, and strong, hairy legs. There’s also that evocative happy trail. I couldn’t help but gulp. This was, without a doubt, the most beautiful human specimen I had ever seen.

He smirked and quickly got under the covers.

It felt weird having someone sleeping next to me, so I stared awkwardly at the ceiling, not knowing what to do.

He suddenly leaned his body against mine and held me in his arms. I could feel every curve of his body, and I could feel his burning warmth.

“Is this okay?” Always the gentleman, he checked in with me.

“Sure, I like it,” I said softly, a little shy.

Encouraged by my words, his hand rested gently on the small of my back, those large, slender hands that seemed to burn like fire, igniting me.

I didn’t know what was happening, but suddenly I wasn’t sleepy anymore, and every cell in my body cried out to be near him, near this perfect man.

I turned to Andrew and hugged him tightly. He didn’t seem to anticipate my movement and hesitated for a moment before tightening his hold on me as well.

I could feel every line of his body, including a protruding part of his body, screaming for attention.

He didn’t seem to register anything that was going on, though, instead moving even closer to me, making my heart beat even faster.

Gently, his index finger rested on the underside of my chin, making me look up at him. Then, his lips landed on mine.

This kiss was even stronger and more powerful than the last one. Our tongues danced together, fighting for dominance. His hands lightly grazed my lower stomach before sliding upwards, too slowly.

Finally, they landed on the edge of my pajama pants.

“May I?” he swallowed hard, his voice almost breaking.

I nodded, too intoxicated to form any words.

His big hands felt amazing on my bare skin, making me ache for him, all of him.

My hands roamed the planes of his chest, fingertips tracing every chiseled line, every perfect spot of his body.

He let out a weak moan when my hands started to trace the hair just above his belly button, as if the sensation was too strong to resist, as if he really wanted something but couldn’t have it.

I knew what I needed to do. I climbed on top of him, feeling my wetness seeping through my panties. Impatient, I pulled on his pants, wanting this barrier gone as soon as possible.

He noticed what I was doing immediately and removed his pants.

Now, we were only thin clothing apart from being fully naked.

Gasping quickly, he looked me in the eye, swallowed, and said, “Kate, we don’t have to do this, not if you don’t want to.”

At that point, I didn’t hesitate and said, “I want this. I want you.”

Without further ado, he gently rolled us over so that he was on top, making sure not all of his weight was on me and I wasn’t being crushed.

Then he removed my underwear, and I his.

We were now truly bare before each other, fully naked and raw.

He was such a perfect specimen of a man in every way possible.

From his dilated pupils and darkened eyes, I could guess he was looking at something he liked, too.

As if he couldn’t help it, couldn’t resist the magnetic pull any longer, his hand made its way from my inner thigh toward my lips.

“Ohh…” I moaned when his talented fingers started playing with my c******s, making me squirm uncontrollably. He was looking into my eyes as if enjoying how in heaven I was, a smirk on his face.

Wanting to bring pleasure to him as well, I grabbed his hard shaft and started stroking it quickly, mesmerized by how hard it was for me and how moist the head already was.

“f**k, Kate,” he swore, which spurred me on even further. I was aroused and driven to succeed.

Finally, he pulled away. I was confused at first before realizing he was already on top of me, looking at me as if I was something to eat, and then he entered me.

“Fuckkk...” we both screamed, the sensation too overwhelming to resist.

After a few seconds, we finally calmed down a bit, and he began to move.

It was nothing like what my friends described—that the first time would usually hurt so much that it wouldn’t feel pleasurable at all. Instead, I felt a tension deep inside me start to build, pushing to the surface. I felt connected to him, not only physically but also spiritually. He felt like something I craved, something I needed.

“Kate, you feel amazing…” his voice was rough, but his eyes were full of something tender, and I don’t know what it was, but I felt really safe with him.

I smiled, “You feel wonderful too,” and started to push down, meeting him halfway.

“f**k, baby, f**k, f**k, f**k…” I could see he was almost there, his eyes closed and brows furrowed.

This turned me on even more. I gripped his bicep, uncontrollably thrusting my hips toward him, hoping to reach that intoxicating place I had never known existed.

Suddenly, I couldn’t control myself any longer, and as if a meteor had streaked across the sky and lit up the previously dark night, I came, experiencing the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

“Kate, you’re so sexy… so amazing… Ahhh,” he said, finishing and coming inside me. I can’t describe how that felt—as if our bodies and souls were forever connected and should never be apart.

I felt like I flew too close to the sun.

We held each other for what seemed like hours until we eventually calmed down. It was already 3 a.m.

“Thank you, Kate, you are so special to me…” he said, looking tenderly into my eyes.

I blushed again, even after everything we had just done. “You are very special to me too. I’m glad I met you today.”

“Me too, so much.” He smiled, kissing the top of my head.

Soon, we fell asleep, holding each other.