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He was right. I was on the edge again, my body humming with anticipation as he drove into me. Each thrust was a promise, a claim, pushing me higher, closer to that precipice.
His cocky command set me aflame, a wildfire spreading through every fiber of my being. My body arched beneath him as pleasure roared through me, threatening to swallow me whole. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out, but he would have none of it.
“No,” Tristan hissed against my ear. “I want to hear you.”
That’s all it took to push me over the edge. Pleasure exploded within me, a tidal wave that consumed everything in its path. My heart pounded in my chest as I screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls of our room.
Tristan stilled above me, his own release washing over him as he buried himself deep within me. His muscles tensed beneath my fingertips, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he gripped me tighter. His body shuddered above mine, each tremor mirroring my own ecstasy.
As the final waves of pleasure rippled through me, he collapsed on top of me, his body weight a comforting presence. Exhaustion pulled at my mind, but I fought against it, relishing in the warmth of Tristan cradling me close.
We lay there together in silence, our breathing gradually normalizing. Tristan nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his heated breath tickling my skin as he pressed soft kisses along my collarbone. I moved my fingers absentmindedly through his hair, tracing the curves of his skull and watching as a peaceful expression washed over his handsome features.
“Jesus,” Tristan said. “You’re incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I murmured, my fingers still tangled in his hair. The raw intensity of the moment seemed to hang in the air around us, and for once, I didn’t feel scared. Not of him, not of this unfamiliar city we found ourselves in. For the first time since we’d left our past behind, I felt…safe.
Tristan pulled back, just enough to gaze down at me with those piercing blue eyes of his. His lips were curled up into a smile that reached all the way to his eyes–a rare sight that stirred something warm and fluttering in my chest.
“I’m not letting you go, Adriana,” he said, voice low and serious. “No matter where we are. You know that, right?”
I nodded, my breathing still ragged. “Yeah,” I said. “I know that.”
Chapter Twenty-Five: Adriana
Afew hours later, we were on the road. Tristan drove, Kieran sat in the back and I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. As I watched the landscape change through the car window, I felt a strange sense of disconnection. The past few days had been an emotional whirlwind, leaving me feeling raw and exposed. But despite it all, I felt strangely calm as Tristan navigated us down the road, toward the highway.
The sun was setting, casting long shadows on the road and painting the sky with shades of orange and purple. It had taken us a long time to get out of the room, after all. Tristan’s hand found mine on the center console, his fingers gently entwining with mine. I turned my gaze to him, catching his profile illuminated by the fading daylight.
“Thank you,” I told him softly. He glanced at me and arched an eyebrow. “For everything. For sticking by me.”
“You don’t need to thank me for that.”
Kieran cleared his throat from the backseat, breaking our moment. “We might want to stop soon,” he suggested, looking out the window.
“Why?” I asked, turning to look at him.
“Because it looks like it might rain,” Kieran replied. As if on cue, a soft drizzle started hitting the windshield. “And I’m about to piss myself, so…”
I laughed, shaking my head at his crude honesty. “Alright, then,” I said, watching as he pulled up his phone to look for the nearest rest stop.
The rain started to come down harder as Tristan pulled off the highway and into a deserted gas station. The neon lights flickered in the heavy downpour, casting an eerie glow over the wet pavement. Kieran jumped out of the car before it came to a complete stop, disappearing into the minimart without a backward glance.
Tristan followed me out of the car, his eyes scanning our surroundings with an attentive vigilance that I’d come to expect. He walked beside me to the entrance of the minimart, his hand finding mine again as he held the door open for me.
“I need the bathroom too,” I said. “I’m also bursting.”
He nodded. “Yeah, of course. Looks safe.”
As he let go of my hand, a shiver of awareness ran down my spine. I gave him a quick smile, then hurried off to find the restrooms while Tristan stuck around in the aisles, scanning the shelves absentmindedly.
The women’s restrooms were empty and clean. I went into a stall then freshened up quickly, washing my face with cold tap water when I heard footsteps approaching me. I didn’t even look up. There was nothing strange about people using public facilities.
But then the footsteps stopped by the bathroom entrance, followed by an eerie silence. Slowly, I looked up, my pulse quickening as I met the gaze of a stranger in the mirror. A tall man, bulky and dressed in black, was standing at the doorway. His cold eyes trained on me sent chills down my spine. I didn’t know him, but I didn’t need to know him to know what he wanted.
“This is the woman’s bathroom.”
Yeah. I had no idea why I thought that was going to work.
