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His touch was steady as he slid his hands down to my core. Fuck, you’re so wet for me,“ he said. “It’s so sexy. I’m going to fuck you now, Ade.”
With a sudden movement, he ripped the delicate fabric of my nightgown off, exposing me to his heated gaze. His eyes darkened with desire as he looked at me, his breath hitching slightly at the sight.
“I can’t wait,” he said.
He kept kissing me, pinning me against the wall with just his firm body and one arm, the other one going to his boxers and sliding them down just enough to give him access to his cock.
Still panting, he guided himself to my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine. “Adriana,” he breathed, a warning and a plea combined. I nodded, bracing myself for the invasion.
With one swift movement, he pushed inside me, drawing a gasp from both of us. There was nothing gentle about our union; it was raw, desperate passion. As if we were drowning and we were the only ones keeping each other afloat.
I cried out against his mouth as pleasure rocked through me, my body tightening around him instinctively. His rhythm stuttered, his breath hitching in his throat as he muttered something that sounded like a curse. The sound of our labored breathing echoed in the otherwise silent room.
His hand slid down from my cheek to my throat, pressing down against my neck until my breath caught in my chest. The world around me narrowed down to him and the overwhelming sensation of him inside me. I watched as his face contorted with pleasure, blue eyes darkened with lust and love.
Each thrust only heightened the raw intensity between us, the room filling with the sound of our ragged breaths and the soft thud of our bodies colliding against the wall.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. His gaze held mine hostage, his cerulean eyes darkened with lust and possession. As if he was marking every corner of me, claiming me as his - soul, body and mind.
“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice rough. He wanted to hear it on my lips, a testament of my surrender to him.
“Tristan,” I gasped out, my nails digging into the flesh of his back as the coil in my belly threatened to snap.
“That’s it,” he growled, his fingers tightening around my neck as his free hand slid down to where we were joined. His fingers danced over the sensitive nub of nerves sending a jolt through me.
His name slipped past my lips again and again until it was the only coherent thought in my mind. I clawed at his back, leaving marks that would last until morning. His hand on my throat tightened ever so slightly, cutting my breath short and spiraling me further towards the edge.
“I love being inside of you,” he said.
With a final thrust, he sent me hurtling into oblivion. My vision blurred as pleasure ripped through me. And when I came crashing down, Tristan was there, catching me and holding me close.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his warm breath fanning over my sweaty skin. He didn’t pull out of me, not yet. Instead, he held me tighter, as if trying to imprint himself onto me, inside and out.
“Adriana,” he said, his voice a sigh against my earlobe. “My Adriana.”
His words sent shivers down my spine. We were one in that moment—if only for a moment—a single entity lost in our world of strained breaths and shared warmth.
The words echoed in the room as he brushed a gentle kiss against my neck, making me breathe out into his touch. I held him close, our bodies still entwined as he slowly pulled out of me. He set me gently on the ground, his hands never leaving my body as he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah,” I replied. “Just didn’t expect that.”
He chuckled low in his throat, a sound that warmed me from the inside out. His shirt hung loose from his body and my fingers itched to run across his chest. I hesitated for a moment before reaching out, tracing the hard planes of his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my fingertips.
His eyes met mine, blue hues softer now, no longer filled with urgency and desire but rather a quiet contentment that made my heart flutter in my chest. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Just needed you,” he murmured against my skin, sending shivers coursing through me. “Just this… us…It’s the only thing that makes any sort of sense right now. Anyway. I should go clean up. The dead body isn’t going to take care of itself.”
“I’m not going to let you take care of this by yourself,” I said. “I can’t just go back to bed. Let me help.”
He shrugged, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t want you involved in this, Adriana.”
“But I am involved, Tristan.“ I said fiercely. “Whether we like it or not.”
He studied me for a moment, his blue gaze intense. I could tell he was battling with himself, the protective instinct that wanted to keep me out of harm’s way clashing with the realization that we were in this together.
“Alright,” he said finally, exhaling slowly. “But just stay by my side. The last thing I need is another surprise.”
