The rain lashed against the window of Araya’s apartment, a relentless drumming that matched the frantic rhythm of her typing. At twenty-six, she had carved out a comfortable life for herself as a freelance writer, working from the cozy confines of her modern apartment in the city’s bustling downtown. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, and her glasses were perched precariously on the edge of her nose as she stared at the laptop screen, deadline looming like a storm cloud over her head.
The buzzer rang, sharp and insistent, pulling her from her concentration. Araya frowned, not expecting anyone. She walked to the intercom, pressing the button.
“Hello?”
“Delivery for Araya Chen,” a deep, rough voice replied.
She hesitated. She hadn’t ordered anything. “I’m sorry, you must have the wrong apartment.”
“Ma’am, it’s addressed to you. From ‘A Friend.’”
Araya sighed, unlocking the door. As she opened it, she found herself face to face with a man who seemed to have stepped straight from a storm. He was tall, well over six feet, with broad shoulders that strained against the fabric of his dark delivery uniform. His skin was a rich, dark brown, glistening with rainwater. His eyes were a startling light blue, almost unnatural against his complexion, and they swept over her with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. He had a short, neat beard and a scar that cut through his left eyebrow, giving him a dangerous edge that was somehow incredibly appealing.
“Sorry about this,” he said, his voice lower now, almost a rumble. “I’m Adam. I’ve got a package for you.”
Araya stepped aside, letting him in. The apartment suddenly felt smaller with him inside, his presence overwhelming the space. He closed the door behind him, and the sound echoed in the quiet room.
“Where would you like me to put it?” he asked, looking around.
Araya pointed to the kitchen counter. “Over there is fine.”
As he walked past her, she caught a whiff of his scent—something clean and masculine, mixed with the smell of rain and something else, something wild and untamed. He placed the package on the counter with a soft thud, then turned to face her, his eyes lingering on her body, taking in the curve of her hips under her loose blouse, the way her breasts strained against the fabric.
“Is there anything else?” he asked, his voice dropping even lower.
Araya shook her head. “No, that’s it. Thank you.”
He didn’t move. Instead, he took a step closer, and Araya felt her heart begin to race. There was something predatory in the way he was looking at her, something that made her feel both vulnerable and exhilarated.
“You work from home?” he asked, his eyes flicking to her laptop.
“Yes,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.
“I like that,” he said, taking another step closer. “Being your own boss. Having the freedom.”
Araya swallowed hard. “What did you say your name was again?”
“Adam,” he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. “Adam Williams.”
“And you’re a courier?”
He nodded. “Just got out of prison. Three years for a mistake I made. Trying to make an honest living now.”
Araya’s eyes widened slightly. “I see.”
He chuckled, a low, rough sound. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to rob you. Since this morning, when I received your delivery, I searched for your profile on Instagram.”
The compliment caught her off guard, and she felt a flush spread across her cheeks. “You’re a stalker.”
“Then, passing by this morning, I saw you at the window, and I realized it was you.” Adam closed the distance between them, his body nearly touching hers. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
Araya’s breath hitched. “You have?”
He nodded, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers were calloused, rough against her soft skin. “You’re all I can think about. The way you look, the way you move. I want to know what you taste like.”
Before she could respond, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. It was fierce, demanding, and Araya found herself responding, her body pressing against his. His hands roamed her body, exploring her curves, and she moaned into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, his eyes burning with intensity. “Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Tell me to leave, and I will.”
Araya hesitated for only a moment before shaking her head. “Don’t stop.”
A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. He backed her up until her legs hit the couch, then gently pushed her down onto the cushions. He followed, his body covering hers, and she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her thigh.
“Have you ever been with a man like me before?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
Araya shook her head. “No.”
“I’m going to show you what it’s like to be with a real man,” he said, his hands slipping under her blouse to cup her breasts. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
He pulled her blouse over her head, revealing her lacy bra. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, then he leaned down to capture one nipple through the fabric, sucking and nipping until she was writhing beneath him.
“Please,” she whispered, her hands fisting in his uniform.
He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Please what? What do you want?”
“I want you,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
Adam sat up, pulling his uniform over his head to reveal a muscular chest covered in tattoos. Araya’s eyes widened at the sight of him, and she reached out to trace one of the designs with her finger.
“You’re beautiful,” she said, her voice filled with awe.
He smiled, a genuine smile this time. “So are you.”
He stood up, unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor, revealing his erection, thick and hard. Araya’s eyes widened, and she licked her lips.
“Don’t worry,” he said, seeing her hesitation. “I’ll go slow.”
He knelt on the couch, pulling her pants and panties off in one swift movement. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in the sight of her wet, glistening pussy.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice filled with desire. “You’re so beautiful.”
He leaned down, his tongue finding her clit and circling it slowly. Araya gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth. He chuckled, a low rumble against her sensitive flesh, before increasing the pressure, his tongue flicking and sucking until she was on the verge of orgasm.
“Please,” she whispered, her hands fisting in his hair. “I need you inside me.”
Adam sat up, positioning himself between her legs. He guided his cock to her entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by inch. Araya moaned, her body stretching to accommodate him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, his eyes locked on hers.
Once he was fully inside her, he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a steady, punishing rhythm. Araya wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with her own, her body on fire with pleasure.
“Harder,” she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. “Fuck me harder.”
Adam obliged, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made the couch shake. Araya could feel the orgasm building inside her, a wave of pleasure that was about to crash over her.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered, her body tensing.
“Come for me,” Adam growled, his own release imminent. “Come all over my cock.”
With one final, deep thrust, Araya exploded, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came. Adam followed a moment later, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed.
They lay there for a moment, panting and sweating, before Adam pulled out and collapsed onto the couch beside her.
“Fuck,” he said, a satisfied smile on his face. “That was amazing.”
Araya turned to look at him, a smile playing on her lips. “It was.”
He sat up, reaching for his uniform. “I should go. I’ve got another delivery to make.”
Araya nodded, a sudden sense of loss washing over her. “Okay.”
Adam pulled his uniform on, then leaned down to kiss her one last time. “I’ll see you around,” he said, a promise in his eyes.
As he left the apartment, Araya couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever see him again. She knew she should be angry, that she had just had sex with a complete stranger, but all she could feel was the lingering pleasure of his touch and the memory of his intense blue eyes.
She looked at the package he had delivered, a small box with no return address. Curious, she opened it to find a single red rose and a note that simply read, “For the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Adam.”
Araya smiled, a sense of anticipation washing over her. She knew that Adam would be back, and she couldn’t wait to feel his touch again, to lose herself in the violent passion that he had awakened in her.
