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He sucked gently at first, then harder, just enough to leave a mark, while his tongue swirled, licked, tasted every inch of that spot until a moan escaped her lips. “Mmmhhh…”

She barely had time to breathe before she felt a soft cloth brush against her face. He slid it over her eyes, tying it carefully behind her head. Darkness claimed her vision, but pleasure surged.

Her body arched instinctively toward his heat as his tongue returned to her neck, licking along the curve with languid, teasing strokes while his hands worked the blindfold in place. She didn’t protest. She couldn’t. The loss of sight only heightened every touch.

His lips moved lower, trailing down the slope of her shoulder, then further, to her collarbone. He kissed across it slowly, alternating between light flicks of his tongue and firmer, wetter licks that left her skin glistening.

Then, lower still.

His mouth hovered over her chest, his breath hot through the thin fabric of her top. He sucked her nipple through the cloth, letting his tongue circle lazily before flicking it back and forth, making her gasp. Then he pulled the fabric aside, baring her skin.

Without hesitation, he dipped his head and closed his mouth around her bare nipple, tongue swirling, licking in soft, rhythmic strokes before suckling deeply. He tugged gently with his lips, then let his tongue flick the hardened peak in rapid, teasing movements, coaxing breathy moans from her parted lips.

“Adrian,” she gasped, her back arching, pressing her breast further into his mouth.

He groaned low in his throat, a sound vibrating against her sensitive skin. His hands roamed her sides, slow, reverent, sliding over the swell of her waist and the dip of her lower back. Every touch was heated, like he was learning her all over again, mapping her body with his palms and tongue.

Then he sighed, deep and hungry, and his hand slid to her wrist. He gripped it firmly, drawing her forward until their bodies met, flesh to flesh, heat to heat.

Sienna froze.

She felt him. Thick, hard, and pressing against her navel through the fabric between them.

Her breath caught, her body thrumming with anticipation.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear before flicking the lobe with his tongue.

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Sienna’s heart stuttered, beating so fast it made her head spin. Adrian chuckled low in his throat, the sound dark and amused.

Something brushed her lower lip. Soft, teasing. Maybe his finger. Maybe not. A shiver bolted down her spine.

“Wait… wait a minute,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Let me untie the cloth.”

But the blindfold heightened everything. Every breath, every brush of skin, every flutter of anticipation. The loss of sight made her feel bare, open, vulnerable in a way that sent heat spiraling through her.

Before she could reach for the knot, Adrian’s calloused hand wrapped around both of her wrists, holding them firmly.

“You can’t,” he said, his voice rich and velvet-smooth, but rough.

The words slid into her ears like warm honey, leaving a sinful bloom of heat in her chest. Then he tilted her chin up and pressed a kiss just below her jaw. When his thumb gently stroked the inside of her wrist, her body jolted like she’d been shocked, his touch electric, intimate, impossible to ignore.

Adrian seized the fabric of her dress and tore it apart in one fierce motion, the sharp rip of cloth slicing through the room. The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the room. Her bra came next, unclasped and peeled away, followed by the removal of her panties. Now fully exposed, the cool air kissed her bare skin, burning her with the heat pulsing between her thighs.

Her chest rose and fell erratically, every breath shaky, her pulse drumming in her ears.

His fingers returned, grazing her lips again, then gliding down the column of her throat, brushing her collarbone with feather-light strokes. His touch continued downward, mapping the length of her arm, tracing the edges of her ribs with maddening slowness.

Then, he brushed just beneath her breast.

“Ahhh…” she whimpered, the sound torn from her.

“You’re wet,” Adrian murmured, lips brushing her ear as his hand slid behind her, slipping between her thighs. “Soaked.”

Her breath hitched violently.

She instinctively shifted, trying to draw away, but Adrian caged her in effortlessly. He buried his face in her neck, and then, his tongue licked a long, soft stripe up the side of her neck, slow and wet, followed by a kiss so possessive it made her legs tremble. He sucked at her skin, then scraped his teeth gently against it, leaving a mark.