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She arched beneath me at my words, her eyes flashing with anticipation. I moved my hand between us, exploring her entrance with gentle caresses. She was ready for me, but I couldn’t resist teasing her a bit longer. Each soft moan that escaped her lips fueled my desire, taking us both to new heights of pleasure.
“Tristan,” she whimpered, her hands clutching onto me as if I was her saving grace. Her skin was flushed with desire and her body trembled beneath my touch. She looked so beautiful that it took every ounce of my will not to plunge into her right there and then.
“Are you okay?” I asked again, brushing a loose strand of hair from her forehead. Her eyes met mine with a look of pure trust and anticipation.
“Yes,” she said with a determined nod. “Please.”
“Okay.”
I moved slowly, giving her time to adjust as I pushed into her. Her breath hitched in her throat, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she fought to accommodate me. My own breaths were ragged and uneven, and I could feel my heartbeat behind my ears.
She was warm and wet, an incredible tightness I was barely able to withstand. But I needed her to be okay, I needed this to be good for her. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I said.
“I’m okay,” she assured me, her voice a breathless whisper. Her hands moved to run up my back, offering a comforting touch. “Don’t stop…please…”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I began to move, each slow push accompanied by the erotic sound of our bodies connecting.
“Tristan,” she said my name again, her voice hitched with every thrust. Her hands dug into my back, her nails scratching a path down to my ass. It seemed like she was trying to pull me closer, deeper.
Then I found a rhythm, each thrust met with an encouraging gasp or a whimper from Adriana. My name fell from her lips, pushing me further. She was so wet and tight around me that it was difficult not to lose control.
Heat swirled in my lower belly as I moved faster, the pleasure building with every thrust. I looked at Adriana’s face: flushed, eyes closed tightly and mouth slightly parted. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple as I leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, muffling her loud moans. Meanwhile, my hands found purchase at her hips, anchoring me as our bodies rocked in unison. The heat between us was stifling, the air filled with our combined gasps and whispers. Each stroke of my cock challenged Adriana’s limits, but she took it all with an edge of pleasure and pain etched across her face.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked amidst ragged breaths, slowing my movements to allow her some respite.
“No. More. Don’t stop,” she managed between gasps, digging her fingers into my back as if anchoring herself to me.
Encouraged by her response, I continued, feeling my control slipping with every thrust. Adriana matched me stroke for stroke, moans of pleasure punctuating the silence of the room. There was a wild kind of rhythm to us–raw, primal, the kind that drew from our deepest desires.
“Tristan,” she repeated my name like an incantation, her fingers tracing paths down my back. Her voice was like a lure, leading me on. I felt the pull in my gut, the pressure that signaled I was fast approaching my edge.
“Adriana,” I breathed out against her neck, each thrust pushing me closer to the precipice.
I was drowning in her; in her scent, her touch, her taste. Every gasp and sigh that slipped from her lips only heightened my arousal, sending me spiraling deeper into this haze of pleasure and pure want. Being inside of her was heaven, and I didn’t want it to stop, but I was losing my grip…
“I...I’m...” I gasped out, a warning.
Her hands clasped my face, dark eyes wide and focused on mine. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice only for me. Her hips rose to meet mine, urging me on, guiding me deeper into her warmth. “I want you to come inside of me.”
As if there was anything else I could do when she said that.
I was shivering on the edge of my orgasm, fighting to hold on as she whispered those words. My muscles were taut, my fists clenched and white-knuckled against the sheets. But her voice, her permission, it broke me. With a hoarse cry that was almost all animal, I gave into the pleasure.
The world seemed to pulse around us, matching the rhythm of our bodies moving together. Every nerve ending was on fire as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. I pressed my forehead to hers as I rode through the climax, drawing in shaky breaths.
Once my senses returned, I found myself still nestled within her warmth. Her chest was heaving with uneven breaths just like mine, her fingers brushing through my sweat-dampened hair in a soothing motion. I could feel the tremors still rippling through me, aftershocks of a pleasure so profound that words seemed insignificant.
Her legs, which had been around me, relaxed. “You okay?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she said. “Much better than okay.”
I brushed a kiss against her forehead, lingering there for a moment to memorize the feel of her skin against mine. “Adriana,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion, “there’s something you need to know.”
She looked up at me, her afterglow slightly dimming as she caught the seriousness in my tone. “What is it?” Her voice held a waver that hadn’t been there moments ago.
A knock on the hotel room door jolted us both to the present. It wasn’t a polite tap but a persistent banging that spelled urgency—or trouble. The kind of sound that had always followed me, no matter how far I ran or how well I hid. My heart sank, knowing that our pasts were never really behind us; they lay in wait, ready to strike when we were most vulnerable.
“Stay here,” I told her, pressing one last kiss to her lips before sliding out of bed and reaching for the gun I’d placed in the nightstand drawer. The knocking grew louder, more insistent. Whoever was on the other side of that door wasn’t here for pleasantries. As I moved towards the impending danger, adrenaline surged through my veins with an old familiar burn, leaving me with one chilling certainty.
