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Hishands come to my hips, and he groans softly in annoyance. “Steph, c’mon.”

“Please,”Iwhisper.Gently,Isuck on the patch of neck beneath his throat.Itvibrates in response like a purr.

Ikiss up his throat untilItouch his lips.Igrab his hand and lead him to grope my breast, rocking my hips again. “Please,Dree,”Ibeg breathily. “Makeme feel alive.”

Hesearches my face in the darkness, but his hand travels from my breast to caress my neck. “Idon’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs.

“Youwon’t,”Iassure before pressing my mouth to his.

Myhips glide over his length, rocking until his hardness presses into my entrance.

Dreewraps his arms around me and flips us.Heposts himself on one arm, reaching between us to position himself.

Gently, so gently and so slowly, he pushes inside.

Igasp into his mouth and grip his shoulders.

“Tellme ifI’mhurting you.”

“You’renot.”

Hiships rock, gyrating just enough to create some friction.AlthoughI’mdesperate,Adrian’stouch is featherlight and teasing more than he probably intends.

Igroan. “Justfuck me already.”

“Iknow you like it rough, but not tonight.I’mgonna make love to you likeIshould’ve before… before…”

Histhroat slides, swallowing the words left unsaid.Hekisses me again, but he can’t hide the shudder that rolls through his body.

Myhands hold his face, not allowing him to stop kissing me.

Gradually, his pace quickens, thrusts driving hard enough to send a thrill up my spine.

“Harder,”Ibeg breathily. “Please,Dree.”

Hedoesn’t oblige.Instead, his hips roll, his strokes long and deep and filling me totally and completely.

“Ilove you,” he mumbles over my lips. “Iswear,I’mgonna love you until my last breath.”

Thosewords strike something deeper than him penetrating me ever has, setting off a cacophony of bells and alarms in my head.

Isniffle.Itquickly morphs into a sob that escapes beforeIhave the chance to stifle it.

Adrianstops. “What’swrong?”WhenIdon’t answer quickly enough, he follows up with, “DidIhurt you?”

Nothingcomes out except more tears and fretful sniveling.Myhands cover my face to hide.

Adrianremoves himself before he gathers me into his arms, holding me tightly and fervently kissing my hair. “It’sokay.You’reokay.”

“Ifuckingdied!”Iwail. “Idied,Dree.I…Ishouldn’t be here.”

“Yes, you should,”Adrianinsists, his arms tightening around me.

Heguides my chin to make me peer at him in the darkness.Notbeing able to see his face ever again makes mine crumple.

“Youhear me?You’resupposed to be here, and you’re not goin’ anywhere.”Hekisses the tears away, blanketing my whole face with tear-soaked smooches. “Yourfine ass is stuck here with me, andI’mgonna kiss you every day to remind you of it.”

“Shutup.”Ichuckle sadly before smashing my mouth onto his.