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Oh.

My head rolled, my clit fluttering as a moan tore from my throat in response to the pleasure of being filled. That felt... way too incredible, way too quickly. Even the pinch of pain felt good.

“Fuck. Ria.” His lips were on my neck, the crook of my shoulder, kissing, licking, biting as his hips rolled, working him deeper.

My ankles pressed into his lower back, pleading for more.

“Deeper?” he rasped.

My nod was frantic. “Yeah.”

He began to thrust harder, a growl rippling from the depths of his chest. Until he was buried all the way inside me. Until the world around us melted away. Until all the talking and banter was replaced with desperate curses and shallow breaths, and, “Oh god, Adrien.”

He trembled when I said his name, a shuddering hiss of a breath escaping his lips.

Fuck it felt good.

It felt so, so, so good. Unreasonably, illogically, indisputably amazing. Like I’d been misusing my body my whole life, andthiswas what it’d been made for.

“Sanchez.”

It was a warning, a plea, a groan, all rolled into one. My muscles clenched possessively around him, and I felt him shudder again in response.

“Harder,” I pleaded. I could tell he was holding back, and it wasn’t because he wanted to. “I can take it.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” His fingers dug into my hips, his groans raw and feral as his movements became increasingly punishing. And the more I cried out, the more he let go. It was heaven.

He was thrusting into me like he was mad at me. Like he hated how much he loved it, and it was all my fault.

“Is this what you wanted, pretty girl? You need to be fucked hard like this?”

“Yes,” I gasped. Holy shit. I was close again. So, so close. My fingers tightened around a fistful of the duvet above my head, my toes curling as a familiar, all-consuming tingle sprouted in my core.

The pressure built so fast I couldn’t keep up—couldn’t grasp the reins and pull it back, make this whole thing last a little longer. And I really wanted it to last longer.

“God. Fuck. Ria.” Each rough word was punctuated by a deep, bruising thrust. On the last one I unraveled, clenching hard around him as another orgasm ripped through me.

He growled, fingers digging into my flesh as he sped up, chasing his own climax. It didn’t take long. I felt every jerk and spasm as he came, memorized every sound he made. Until he finally collapsed beside me, spent and exhausted.

We were both heaving and gasping for breath, our bodies covered in a light sheet of sweat. I stared up at the ceiling, unsuccessfully trying to parse out the range of emotions tangled in my stomach. When I finally managed to turn my head to look at him, I found him watching me with the same expression I was wearing.

Because holy fuck.

There was good sex, and then there wasthat.

26

I wokeup to the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the window, and it took me a few sleepy seconds to register why I was so warm, or why my lips were automatically curling into a satisfied little smile, even though I was dead tired and my body felt like it’d been hit by an actual bus. Every single one of my muscles were sore, yet I’d never felt so... satiated.

Adrien was pressed to my back, an arm draped over my bare stomach, a muscled leg tangled between my knees. He was fast asleep, according to the gentle way he was snoring into my neck. It tickled.

I swallowed the small giggle bubbling up my chest and tried to slip out from under his arm so I could grab my phone from the bedside table. But the second I moved, he stirred against me, his limbs tightening around my body instinctively.

“No,” he growled into my neck, barely awake.

I sighed. “I need to check the time. My flight’s at noon.”

“Fuckno.” He snaked both arms around me, trapping me against his chest. The giggle that escaped my throat when he bit my shoulder was nothing short of unhinged.

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