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“I hate you,” I breathed.
“Still haven't learned our lesson, I see.”
“Adrien.” I was going to cry. The mixture of pure pain and pleasure was becoming agonizing. Or amazing. I didn't know anymore.
“What, pretty girl? What do you need?”
“You. I need... please?” If I still had bones, I'd have reached for him again. But my arms were deadweight.
The mattress dipped as he moved. There was some shuffling, and then I had an entirely naked Adrien leaning over me, hard cock pressed to the cheek he'd spanked.
He brushed my hair away from my face and neck, then trailed soft kisses from my shoulder to my ear. “Use your words. Tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need you inside me.”
“Beg, Miss Sanchez,” he murmured into my ear, nibbling gently on the shell. He aligned himself with my entrance, taking a moment to breathe before making his full command. “Ask me to fuck you nicely.”
He used the same dark tone he had that day in his office when he'd instructed me to beg for the opportunity to earn Alba’s job back. But this time it made my stomach quiver in an entirely different way.
“Please fuck me nicely.” The words were so full of blubber, they barely sounded English.
He huffed a low chuckle. “There's nothing nice about the way I plan on fucking you, pretty girl, but close enough.”
Then he pushed the tip of his cock inside me, and we both moaned in agony. Or ecstasy. I really, really couldn't tell anymore. Couldn't think or breathe as he worked himself deeper and deeper, until he was buried all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck. You feel...” He stopped to take a breath, then circled a hand around my throat and used his grip to lift my head.
I turned my face slightly, just far enough for him to nibble on my lip as he began to roll his hips.
“Adrien.” The moan was barely audible, but it was enough. Whatever sense of control he still had snapped, and he slammed into me.
I was done. Between the hour-long edging and the added friction of having him inside me with no barrier, I was done. It only took a handful of hard thrusts for the orgasm to hit. And it hit with a fucking vengeance.
I choked out a cry, clenching around his punishing thrusts as an uncontrollable quake ripped through my leg. My breath was stolen, my vision speckled with tiny white stars, and I felt the tingles all the way in my toes, the tips of my ears.
It wasincredible. Like all the orgasms I'd been denied rolled into one.
Adrien growled a string of dirty praises in my ear, his thrusts growing increasingly erratic. His hand switched from my throat to my clit, and I saw ten different versions of The Light.
“Fuck, baby. You take it so fucking well. Keep coming for me. Just like that.”
I would have begged for mercy, but I was too far gone to form the words. He kept going, kept rubbing my oversensitive ball of nerves to prolong my orgasm and keep me clenching and spasming around him. The second wave of ecstasy hit so impossibly hard and quick that I felt it seize muscles I didn't know I had.
“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.”
Adrien came with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he buried himself deep inside with one final thrust. Our bodies quivered and trembled against each other for what felt like blissful eternity, our breathing ragged, desperate, and sharp. From the feel and sounds of it, his orgasm had hit just as hard as mine.
Eventually he collapsed beside me, his heaving chest glistening in the moonlight. His head lolled to the side, his heavy, drunk gaze latching onto mine. We stared at each other in… awe? Mind-blown confusion?
I had a cheek pressed to the bed, a thin curtain of hair covering my face, and absolutely zero strength to move. There was a possibility that I'd never move again. Just stay like this in my new liquid form, entirely satiated for the rest of my life.
Adrien’s lips twitched as he took in my state. He reached over and brushed back the hair covering my vision, then he grazed a knuckle over my cheekbone and said, “You good?”
“I might be dead,” I whispered back, still panting.
His dimples flashed, his throat working with a huffed chuckle. Then he rolled over to his side, cradled the back of my neck in his palm, and leaned forward to kiss me. It was deep, gentle, and sweet, and made my heart flutter with alarming intensity. I almost reached for him again when he pulled away.
“Stay here,” he whispered, placing one last kiss on the tip of my nose before pushing himself out of bed. As if I had a choice.
