Chapter 93: Loved Into Ruin
I lost track of time and the number of times he filled me, so many waves of pleasure crashing into me at his steady and relentless touch and command. He held me tight, his hands gripping my hips, moving with precision and power, while still being soft and gentle.
His breath was warm against my skin, hot little whispers of my name, liquid purity, rasping in time with my own ragged breaths. The world outside completely vanished into oblivion, only he and I existed, tangled and burning.
He didn’t stop, even as the clock ticked past midnight, then one, two... until finally, it was 3 a.m.
Sweat cooled on my skin and clung to the sheets in the places where his body had pressed me into the mattress; Adrien’s warm breath brushed against my temple. He slowed, drawing out with aching care, then pushed back in once more—slow, indulgent—like he couldn’t bear to leave me empty.
When he finally calmed down, he held me tight, our heartbeats matching. "I don’t want to wear you out," he said softly, his voice a bit rough but still gentle as he rubbed my thigh in small circles.
I felt drained—my muscles shaky, my lips sore from all the kisses—yet I could sense the energy buzzing just under his skin, his fingers still twitching with restraint. I snuggled up against him, feeling cozy, as he brushed my damp hair away from my face and pressed a sweet kiss on my forehead.
Just when I was trying to catch my breath, feeling shaky and my heart racing, Adrien shifted. His grip around me tightened—strong and protective—and then he moved.
I blinked, a bit lost and still spinning from everything. "Adrien..."
His voice was low and still filled with desire. "I’m not done with you yet."
My eyes flew open. "Wait—what?"
Next thing I knew, he had one arm behind my back and the other under my knees.