Adir's hand is warm in mine as we make the drive back to his home. I don't know how this day started so terribly but is ending so magically. It almost doesn't seem real. I look over at his profile, taking in the familiar features. I frown a little. Are his fangs a little less prominent? I rub my thumb across the back of his hand and skin meets my fingertip. I glance down and notice the back of his hands are smooth. Wasn't there hair there before?

"We have arrived home," the car announces, easing into a gentle stop.

"Thank you, Nina," Adir says politely, helping me out of the car.

The skirt of the dress is full, but it's light as air, made of some kind of fabric that almost defies gravity.The fact that it fits me so perfectly almost makes me want to blush. Adir must have paid a lot of attention to my body to have the measurements so exact. I hold on to his arm as we walk inside, the crushed, navy blue velvet of his dinner jacket soft under my palm. It fits him perfectly, showing off his broad shoulders and muscular build. I sigh as we walk into the lobby and he smiles at me questioningly.

"I was just thinking how handsome you are," I say with a teasing smile.

He grins back, his eyes warm as he leads me into the elevator. "I'm glad you think so. This is the face you're going to be looking at every morning for decades."

"I'm looking forward to it," I murmur as we ride up.

His eyes are soft as he wraps an arm around my waist.

The doors open.

"I want to show you something," he says as he leads me inside.

"Alright."

I follow him through the apartment and to the heavy wooden door that is so much the reason for our being together. He opens it and I go inside with him, curious about what he might want to show me. Maybe more of his writing? I'd love to see it. He walks over to a bookshelf and pulls out one book. And then another.

"What are you doing?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.

But my question in answered in the next moment. The bookshelf pushes back into the wall and then slides behind the one next to it revealing another elevator. I blink.

"You have another secret door?"

He smiles nervously. "This is the last one," he says, gesturing for me to go in. "Please."

I pick up my skirt and step inside. He follows me in and puts his hand on a scanner. More security. Then we're riding up once again. I watch him, notice how restless he is. Almost like he's nervous. I reach out and take his hand in mine, squeezing it in reassurance. He smiles tentatively. I'm thinking of other ways to calm him when the doors open.

I turn away to look, the anticipation building, and my breath is completely taken away.

"Oh!" I exclaim softly, stepping out as I try to take in everything at once.

We're on the rooftop, the stars shining through glass above and around us. Straight through to the flowers blooming everywhere I can see. The warm humidity of a greenhouse hits me as I walk forward, impatiently kicking off my shoes so I can walk more easily on the smooth, mosaic tiles. I breath in the delicate but heavy scent of so many flowers in one place. It smells divine. I walk through in silence, Adir a large shadow moving quietly behind me. Daffodils, tulips, orchids, mums, hydrangeas. Everywhere I look, there’s another rare flower, another beautifully vibrant color. Yellows, pale blues, splashes of reds, pure whites.

I'm almost floating, completely in awe as I try to look at everything at once, not wanting to miss any detail. The path leads me in smaller and smaller circles until we come out into the middle of the garden. The intricate mosaic on the ground forms a single, perfect red rose. The entire garden surrounds and highlights a single stone pedestal set in the center. I slow as I walk towards it, my eyes glued to the bush growing inside the sturdy structure, light shining down on it from a lamp hung for that very purpose.

Tears well up in my eyes as I touch the petals of one of the deep red roses. It’s soft and velvety against my fingertips. The bush is covered in blooms, the flowers in perfect health, vibrant and fragrant.

"They're magnificent," I say quietly, in awe of their beauty.

Adir's arms wrap around me from behind.

"I've always loved plants, flowers, growing green things," he murmurs in my ears. "I've always thought they were the height of beauty." He kisses my ear, nibbling on it softly. "That was before I met you," he whispers.

I sigh, turning around to meet his eyes. I don't know how this moment could be more romantic, more perfect.

"This place is...I've never seen anything like it." I cup his face. "Thank you for showing it to me."

"Now that I know what you like, be prepared for books and flowers if you are ever angry," he teases, kissing the corner of my mouth.

"Sounds wonderful. I'll be sure to be angry often."

"Hmm." He kisses my lips, my jaw, the side of my neck.

My eyes flutter shut as he picks me up and carries me over to a large, cushioned bench hidden among the lush flowers. Lying me down on it, he comes down on top of me, his mouth pressing down on mine. The kiss goes on forever, deep and languid, the heavy air and fragrance of the flowers surrounding us. I’m almost drunk on him, on the moment. Pulling back, he unzips my dress and tugs it down to reveal my bra-cupped breasts. He peels my bra down impatiently and groans, immediately leaning down to kiss and lick at me, his large hands sliding up my bare legs.

I slide my fingers into his hair, enjoying the nibbles, the licks, his hot breath against me. I tug at his jacket and he shoves it off impatiently, his mouth still on me. But I want skin. I push him back and he looks at me questioningly, his lips swollen, cheeks flushed. I reach down to unbutton his shirt, loosen his tie. He watches me as I slowly open up his shirt, smoothing my hands down the hot skin I've revealed. Meeting his eyes, I reach down and open up his trousers, pulling his hard, thick erection out from the uncomfortable confines. Then I lean back to take in the picture he makes. Bared chest, heavy erection resting against his stomach. Surrounded by flowers. His dark eyes watch me. Like a fantasy come to life.

I trail my fingers up his length, using my forefinger to trace a circle around the head. He hisses out a breath, his eyes going to half mast as he watches. He lets me touch him like that, lightly and delicately, his length throbbing under my hand until his jaw is clenched, sweat sliding down his temple.

"Enough," he growls, stilling my hand. "Take off the dress."

I shiver at the roughness in his voice, the desire in his eyes. But even as his lust rides him, there’s softness in his face. Caring and loving. I stand, pushing the skirt down and sliding it off my hips. Then I push my panties, the last remaining scrap of cloth covering me, down and off.

His eyes leave mine to trace down my now naked body, his breathing harsh in the quiet. His hand goes to his cock, squeezing it as he looks.

"You are— I have no words," he says softly, looking up to meet my eyes once again. "Come here."

I step out of the clothes and walk towards him, my legs a little shaky. He guides me to straddle him, my hands coming down on his shoulders to brace myself.

"Are you ready?" he asks, his hand already reaching between my legs, moaning as he finds me hot and wet. Beyond ready.

I rub my face against the side of his as he aims his cock and notches it against me. Yes. I want him inside me. His hands squeeze my hips as I push down slowly, my body sinking down to take his length a bit at a time. He's so long, so thick, I have to take my time. Have to give my body time to adjust. But it's so worth it. I lean back to watch his face as I slowly come down that last inch, until I'm sitting on him, his erection fully buried inside me.

His head arches back, his eyes are shut tight as his hands knead my hips. I kiss his jaw, his lips, smooth a hand down his chest where his heart pounds. His eyes open, filled with heat as his hands tighten and pull me off his length. Slowly. Gently. And then guide me back down. Just as slowly. Just as gently.

I watch him as we move together, in no rush to reach the end. Enjoying being so close, like I'm in a dream as I ride up and down, surrounded by starlight and blooming flowers. With the man I love. This handsome beast of a Singarti Prince.

I cup the back of his neck, resting my forehead against his, watching the pleasure starting to cloud his eyes. I want this. I want this forever. I want him forever. Our measured rhythm slowly quickens, the pace increasing, the smooth slide getting a little rougher. His grip a little tighter. I grind down on him as he seats himself inside, the friction just right. Almost. His hands slide around to cup my butt and the next slide in is hard as he thrusts up and pulls me down at the same time. At the perfect angle.

I cry out, my climax washing over me in a melting wave of pleasure even as he keeps thrusting, his teeth gritted as he rides the razor edge. His cock throbs inside me. Once. Twice. And then there’s the hot wash of his orgasm, his almost pained sound as he buries himself inside, his face against my neck.

I hold him tight as my body slowly calms, as his hands carefully gentle their hold. Until we are simply wrapped around each other, our damp bodies as close as they can possibly be. Yes. This is what I want. I lean back to look at him.

He smiles at me gently, pushing my hair off my face.

"I love you," I whisper.

"Good," he says, his smile widening. "I love you. And I'm not letting you go now."

I chuckle, snuggling in close. Right where I want to be.