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“Hahhh… oh… God,” she gasped, clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into the muscles there as her entire body responded to his every touch.

Her skin was flushed, slick with a light sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he continued worshipping her like she was something sacred.

Adrian kissed lower again, tracing the soft under-curve of her breasts, then back up to her nipples, lavishing each one with long, slow licks. He suckled them until they were swollen, sensitive, her body trembling under him from the overstimulation.

Every kiss he placed was slow. Every movement lovingly soft. Not rough. Not hurried. Just intense.

His hands slid up and down her sides, exploring the dip of her waist, the soft curve of her stomach. He held her like she was made of something precious. Fragile. Untouchable by anyone but him.

And the way he looked at her… it wasn’t lust alone.

It was possession. Worship. A silent vow written in heat and breath and the way his mouth lingered on her body like he never wanted to leave.

His hands slid down slowly, cupping her waist, his thumbs tracing her curves as though he were learning her body all over again—like rediscovering the outline of a precious memory with his fingertips. His palms glided over her hips, reverent, steady, before he dipped lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the delicate skin between her ribs, the soft swell of her stomach, and then lower still, down to the sensitive insides of her thighs.

Every kiss was unhurried, filled with hunger. Each one dragged a breathy whimper from her throat.

She reached for him without thinking, fingers sliding through his hair, pulling him closer as her hips lifted off the bed on their own. “Adrian…” she breathed, her voice already wrecked, eyes heavy with need.

He looked up at her from between her thighs, his face framed by her trembling legs. His mouth hovered dangerously close, warm breath washing over her soaked folds. The sight of him like that, shoulders broad, eyes dark with hunger, lips just a breath away, sent another pulse of heat through her.

And then his mouth met her.

Her entire body jolted.

Her back arched violently off the bed, her hands clenching the sheets, a sharp cry catching in her throat.

His tongue moved with excruciating control. Slow. Deep. Devoted. He licked her like she was his only source of oxygen, like every pass of his tongue over her slick, aching heat was meant to etch her into his memory.

His groan rumbled against her core, the vibration sending a shock through her spine. Her thighs locked around his shoulders as if her body refused to let him go.

He didn’t just taste her.

He worshipped her.

“Ahhhhh…,” her trembling whimpers filled the room, high and breathy, helpless against the way he devoured her. The only sounds were the wet, sinful pull of his tongue and the trembling moans that spilled from her lips, sounds that made him groan again, deeper this time, as though her pleasure alone was his undoing.

His hand slid beneath her, lifting her hips so he could reach her deeper, firmer.

Then he pushed one finger into her, slow, slick, knuckle-deep, curling it just right.

“Fuck…! Oh God!” she gasped, her head tossing back, hair spilling over the pillow like silk.

He added another finger.

Her breath caught in her throat. “Ah!”

He stroked her from the inside with maddening precision, fingers curling in rhythm with the flick of his tongue over her clit, steady and fast. Repeatedly.

“Adrian!”

He didn’t stop when she cried out. Didn’t stop when her legs began to shake. Didn’t stop when her nails bit into his scalp, her body bucking off the bed.

“Adrian,” she gasped again, her voice fractured, desperate. “I—”

He held her firmly, locking her in place, refusing to let her slip away from the pleasure building fast and unstoppable.

And when she came. Sharp, hot, intense, her thighs clenched around his head, her entire body seizing as waves of ecstasy crashed through her, making her squirt. But he still didn’t stop. He rode the tremors with his mouth still on her, licking her through every tremble, every breathless moan, until she was limp beneath him.