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“I can feel you,” he groaned against her lips. “Every squeeze, every twitch… You’re so fucking soft.”

“Hah…! Oh my… God!” She buried her face in his neck, biting down gently as her body began to tighten again. His name fell from her lips in broken gasps, the tension building too fast, too much.

And he felt it too.

“Ah!” Her second climax hit like lightning, sharp and overwhelming. She shook in his arms, her cries muffled against his skin, her body fluttering around him as he held her through it, still moving, still chasing his own release.

But he didn’t let go yet.

Not until he laid her back gently against the bed, spreading her legs wider and gripping her hips tight.

“Now,” he whispered, voice hoarse and trembling, “now I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been dying to.”

And then he thrust into her—deep, hard, rough.

“Oh God, Adrian!”

Each movement sent her sliding against the sheets, his body pinning her in place, skin slick with sweat and heat and need. His rhythm was merciless, every stroke punishing and perfect, dragging cries from her throat that she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her fingers clawed at his back, her body writhing beneath his, completely at his mercy—and he was giving her none.

“You said you didn’t want all night,” Adrian growled into her ear, voice dark and wrecked. “But it’s too late now.”

She couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Her nails scraped down his spine as his hips slammed into hers, again and again, the sound of their bodies filling the room—raw, rhythmic, desperate.

“I warned you,” he muttered, his mouth dragging along her jaw. “You do this to me. Made me lose control.”

And he had lost it.

His hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting her legs higher, changing the angle, and when he drove into her again, her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. The pressure was too much, too deep. She was stretched, full, shattered beneath every thrust, her body begging for a release it wasn’t ready to take again.

“Adrian—” she gasped, but he kissed the words right off her lips.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, hips still driving. “Give me one more. Just one more.”

She shook her head, body trembling, completely undone, but he didn’t stop.

And then his hand slid between them, fingers finding that perfect spot, stroking her with every thrust. Her legs kicked around him, her heels digging into his back, breath torn from her lungs.

“I can’t—”

“Youwill,” he growled, voice like gravel. “Let go for me.”

And she did.

Her orgasm slammed into her like a wave, blinding and wild and too much. She screamed his name, head thrown back, entire body locking tight around him as she came hard, soaking him, shaking uncontrollably.

That was all it took.

Adrian cursed, low and guttural, and finally let go. He drove deep one last time, spilling into her with a ragged groan, his entire body tensing over hers as he emptied himself inside her. Every muscle in him went taut, then soft—his weight sinking into her as his breath heaved in her ear.

They stayed like that. Tangled, breathless, ruined.

Her fingers slowly loosened their grip on his back, arms wrapping around him instead. His face was buried in her neck, lips brushing her skin in lazy kisses.

She could barely catch her breath, her body boneless beneath him, but then she felt it—his cock still hard, still thick inside her.

Still ready.