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She shattered again around him, this time without warning. Her cry silent, throat too tight, body too overwhelmed. Her inner walls clamped around him like a vice, drawing him in, milking every inch of him.

He came with a harsh gasp, slamming into her one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, her name spilling from his lips like a broken prayer. He trembled above her, muscles taut, as wave after wave of pleasure wrecked him.

Sienna lay limp beneath him, legs still quivering, chest rising and falling in rapid bursts. Her skin felt alight where his hands had gripped her; her wrists bore faint red marks where the ties had been. Her lips were swollen, tender from the intensity of their final coupling.

She tried to sit up, tugging at her skirt, but the world swayed. Before she could find her balance, Adrian’s strong arms were around her, easing her onto her side of the exam table.

“Easy,” he murmured, voice soft now. He brushed a strand of hair from her flushed cheek. His fingers trailed over the marks he’d left, lingering with gentle care. “You’re so beautifully flushed.”

Sienna closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. She could still feel the echoes of every thrust, every breath, but somehow, in his arms, it no longer hurt.

Adrian reached down to the small cabinet by the table and retrieved a damp, warm cloth. He pressed it to her wrists, cleaning away the redness until only faint impressions remained. Then he lifted her hair, pressing soft kisses along her neck and shoulder as he smoothed back her blouse.

When at last she was properly dressed, he helped her to stand. Her legs trembled, but he held her steady, one strong hand at the small of her back.

He dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached for her panties that had fallen to the floor in the heat of their passion. His fingers brushed against the delicate fabric.

Gently, he helped her slide her legs back into them, his touch careful, almost reverent. The cool silk of the panties caressed her skin as he pulled them up. His hands lingered on her hips as he adjusted her skirt, smoothing it over her curves with a possessive ease.

She looked up at him, breathless, vulnerability still shining in her eyes. He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip, wiping away the last trace of color.

“You are in excellent health, Ms. Donovan,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “Next time, I’m gonna have to do a more lengthy examination.”

Sienna managed a shaky smile.

He captured her mouth in a tender kiss. Slow, loving, nothing like the roughness before. It melted away the tension in her limbs.

Adrian slipped his hand into hers, guiding her toward the exit. At the threshold, he paused and lifted her chin. With a final gentle brush of his lips against her temple, he whispered, “Go on.”

Sienna opened the door, and slipped into the hallway, adjusting her skirt and breath.

Her legs were still slightly unsteady. She tried to walk straight, but her back ached from what had just happened inside.

Pamela rushed toward her. “How was it? Did you have a good checkup?”

“Yeah…” Sienna mumbled, eyes down. “Let’s go.”

Pamela caught her arm, stopping her. “You look flushed. Are you sure you’re alright? Should I ask the doctor to check again?”

Every word made Sienna’s cheeks burn redder.

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Behind the one-way glass window, Adrian watched everything. He smiled, arms folded over his chest, enjoying the sight of her blushing and flustered.

Sienna shook her head quickly and grabbed Pamela’s arm.

“Mom, stop talking. Let’s just go,” she said firmly, dragging her out of the clinic.

Pamela followed, confused but compliant.

Adrian stepped away from the wall, standing tall and straightening his coat. His expression turned serious as he watched Sienna walk out of the clinic.

“I’ll do everything to keep that smile on your face from now on. No one’s going to hurt you ever again.”

He turned and stepped out of the hospital. Just then, his phone rang.

It was Matthew.