Chapter 115: Worth the Wait [II]
THIS Chapter IS WRITTEN IN BOTH ISABELLA’S AND ADRIEN’S POINTS OF VIEW UNFOLDING TOGETHER IN REAL TIME.
ADRIEN’S THOUGHTS ARE WRITTEN IN ITALICS.
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My breath hitched. I couldn’t form words, just nod, my hips instinctively tilting forward, needy and open.
Adrien unbuckled his belt with a quiet, practiced flick—like he’d been holding himself back for days and couldn’t anymore. His trousers slid just low enough for him to free himself, thick and hard and already straining.
And I stared.
He was thick. Long. Veiny, flushed, and pulsing with heat. How didn’t I notice this before?
A low moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.
He looked built for destruction.
Muscle corded his arms. His abs flexed as he reached for me, ridged and taut. His skin glowed with warmth, strength, hunger.