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The cool night breeze swirls around us, lifting my hair to tickle against my skin. Opening my eyes, I see the lush greenery and cobblestone pathway leading up to the college’s marble columns. Its resemblance is so close to the ancient ruins’ digital recreations in Greece.
“The ruins in Athens were once modeled after the buildings of the ethereal realm. The gods wanted the mortals to have a little slice of our world, even when they left earth,” Adrian explains, seeing my gaze glued on the architecture. His hand slides over the curve of my lower back, and he guides me up towards the school.
Swinging open the large bronze door, he steps through, holding it open for me before wrapping his arms around my shoulder. He seems to need the contact just as much as I do. I relax into his side, leaning against him as he leads me towards the dorms.
The giddy smile on my lips turns to a frown at the thought of him leaving. The urge is so foreign to me. Normally I want to sprawl out in my own bed, but now I crave his warm body wrapped around mine.
“What did I say about pouting?” he reminds me, eyes focused on my lips.
“Well, maybe I want you to bite it,” I tease, turning to face him fully, and leaning back against my door.
“Oh, don’t tempt me,” he warns, arms caging around me. Leaning close, he whispers, “I’m not going anywhere, angel.”
My lips quirk up at his words, and my smile returns full force. I turn to unlock the door, my back rubbing against him, unwilling to have any space between us.
He follows close behind me through the now open door, and his mouth descends on mine the moment it clicks shut. I peel off my clothes, my body craving him, worked back up from just his touch. His clothes follow mine, forgotten in a pile on my dorm room floor.
He picks me up, pulling me against his hardening length, letting my legs wrap around him. He carries me to the washroom, mouth claiming mine, tongue plunging between my parted lips.
Turning on the water, he lets it heat up until steam is billowing out the stall before he brings us beneath the warm spray. The feeling of the warm water sinking into my skin coaxes a groan of contentment from my lips. The cry turns to one of pleasure as he enters me, wasting no time plunging into my still-soaked core.
He pushes my back against the wall, the cool shower tiles prickling at my skin. The feeling of his length driving into my aching pussy is precisely what I need. Finding my g-spot, he thrusts into me, sending me over the edge—my limbs melt from the heat of the shower and the warm pleasure of my climax.
Sliding his hand between us, he rubs my clit which is still wet and sensitive from my last climax, coaxing another orgasm from my body before following with his own release. I scream in pleasure, not caring about the sound traveling to the dorm beside me.
He places me down gently, untangling our bodies much too soon for my liking. I’m thankful that he can still move since my limbs feel like jelly from the pleasure still coursing through my veins.
He reaches for my body wash, smoothing the suds over my heated skin. Choosing to use his hands instead of the loofa, of course, he takes his time spreading the soap over my naked body. Turning me around, he washes my chest, spending entirely too long massaging my breasts.
Not that I’m complaining. I relax into his touch as he coaxes a sigh of contentment from my lips, and I lean back into his chest. His solid muscles press into my back, our skin slipping and sliding against each other.
He quickly washes before shutting off the tap. A squeak of surprise leaves my lips as he scoops me up into his arms and carries me the short distance out of the shower.
“You know I can walk, right?” I tease, cozying up against his chest. My gaze follows the drops of water still clinging to his skin as they roll down his defined pecs, to his toned six-pack, all the way to his—
“Shh, just let me take care of you.”
My eyes pop up to meet his guiltily. His kind words break my concentration, and if his cocky smirk is any indication, he’s fully aware of the direction my eyes were heading.
Placing me down on the bathmat, he finds us both towels, wrapping his around his waist quickly before drying me with the other. Of course, he got to have a show, but I couldn’t. I let out an indignant huff at that thought. He just chuckles at my dramatics before cradling me against him and carrying me out to the bed.
“Hey,” I squeak as he drops me like a sack of potatoes on the bed, my back bouncing on the plush mattress. Chuckling, he pulls the blanket from under me and removes the towel from his hips, then slides into the bed beside me before pulling the covers over us both.
“Come here, monkey,” he coos, like a monkey is some endearing term.
“Excuse me—monkey?” I ask, hitching my voice up in a mock horrified shriek. “I thought I was angel.”
“Well, you were, until you just reminded me of a monkey flailing about and squeaking.” His laugh vibrates through his chest as he pulls me against him again, spooning me from behind. He places a kiss on the top of my head as though that’s supposed to make everything better.
I turn in his embrace, unable to let this go just yet. “You’re the one that threw me onto the bed like last week’s laundry,” I huff indignantly.
“You’re so cute when you’re dramatic.” His laugh only increases at my annoyance. I just grumble under my breath, realizing any retort I come up with right now won’t help.
“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about your surprise.”
I sit up to face him, those words making my lousy mood disappear instantaneously. His eyes light with amusement at my reaction.
“You mean tonight wasn’t the surprise?” I bounce on the bed in excitement.
