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.
