Chapter 110: Princess Treatment: Breakfast Edition [III]
Adrien nudged the bedroom door open with his shoulder. The room was cool and dimly lit, curtains drawn partially against the morning sun.
He carried me through the familiar space as if it were perfectly normal to be swept off my feet and into my own bedroom.
"Adrien..." I started to protest, cheeks flushing hot, but he just chuckled, low and knowing.
He reached the side of the bed, kneeling slightly to lower me carefully onto the mattress, making sure my injured ankle didn’t take any weight.
"Don’t worry, princess. I’m not going to take advantage." His thumbs rubbed slow circles over my knees. "Yet."
He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was immediately consuming. It wasn’t the quick, playful kisses from the kitchen. This was a kiss that spoke of banked fires, of patience wearing thin.
His tongue traced my lower lip, a silent question I answered by parting my mouth for him. The kiss deepened, his hand tilting my head just right as my hands found his shoulders, clinging to the soft cotton of his shirt. He tasted like honey and strawberries, and something uniquely Adrien.
The world narrowed to the space between us, the soft press of his body against mine, the warmth blooming in my chest.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic little bird trapped in a cage. Every thought evaporated, replaced by the urgent need for more.
This was it. This was where the hallway journey had been leading. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the quiet of the room. Anticipation coiled low in my gut.
Just as the kiss was spiraling, becoming breathless and demanding, Adrien pulled back.