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I gasped into his mouth, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss with a roughness that left me breathless.

There was need, wild and untamed, and I burned for him.

The pull of the bond raged like a lightning storm inside me, a force I had no control over, nor hope of resisting. I didn’t want to resist anymore.

Every inch of me felt alive under his touch, his hands sliding over my flesh with a possessive urgency, searing the imprint of them on my pale skin.

His lips moved to my jaw, my neck, teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me whimper, made my heart race with a craving so fierce it bordered on pain.

“I need more…” I whispered, the words slipping out like a prayer, but it only seemed to spur him on, his mouth leaving bruising kisses along my chest, my skin burning under the heat of his touch. I clung to him, as if my body might shatter if I let him go.

There was nothing gentle about this. It was raw, intense, a collision of yearning and desire that tore through me, leaving me trembling in his arms. I felt him everywhere, his breath, his hands, the press of his body against mine and it wasn’t enough.

His hands moved to the collar of my top, and with one swift motion, he tore the fabric apart as if it were nothing. The sound of the ripping cloth deafening loud between us, sharp and raw, mirroring the frantic pace of my heartbeat.

I inhaled sharply when the cold air kissed my exposed skin, my breasts now bare under his gaze, and a shock of sensation surged through me, sending a pulse of heat straight to my core.

His gaze darkened, a primal craving taking hold as they roamed over me with unrestrained desire.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he grumbled, his voice low and gravelly. His fingertips grazed the sensitive curve of my breast, his touch rough and possessive igniting within me a lust I never felt before. Filling me with raw, aching hunger.

I ripped his shirt, desperate for more of his touch, for the heat of his skin against mine. His lips were on me again, hot and insistent as they trail my neck, and lower, teasing me with each kiss, each bite, leaving searing marks to claim me as his.

My moan echoed through the cave, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the sheer intensity of him.

His hands were everywhere at once, roaming over my skin, gripping, teasing and caressing.

My nipples hardened under the cold air and his heated gaze, my body throbbing for him in a way that terrified and thrilled me all at once.

His breath, hot and uneven, as he kissed his way down my chest, his teeth grazing my skin, driving me wild with anticipation. Every touch, every flick of his tongue, flared the desire growing inside me, driving me through the edge, making my head spiral, lose all control and drown in his chaos.

“Adrian…” My voice was little more than a gasp, a plea, but even I didn’t know what I was begging for. More? Less? It didn’t matter as long as he ended this torture.

It was too much, yet not enough. Every nerve burned, stretched between pleasure and the unbearable anticipation of release.

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing as they met mine, filled with a wild, unrelenting craving .

“Tell me what you need, princess.” He demanded, his voice thick with lust.

My breath hitched, my mind clouded with the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

“I want all of you.” I whispered.

The words were barely out of my mouth before he gripped my thighs and effortlessly pulled my legs up, wrapping them around his hips, and was on me again, his mouth crashing against mine with hunger.

He tore his lips away from mine, leaving me breathless and aching for more, but before I could even process the loss, his mouth was on my neck.

Each kiss was like a brand, burning into my skin, sending jolts of electricity racing through me.

His teeth close on my neck, and I screamed as he bit me.

Wetness spread on my sex, my body responding automatically, craving the roughness, the intensity of his touch.

Every nerve in my body felt alive, hyperaware of him, his heat, his strength, the way his hands gripped my hips, the way he pressed me harder against the wall.

His mouth trailed lower, his breath hot against my skin, making me shudder.

I saw his hunger, the barely contained restraint as he fought to hold himself back, but I didn’t want restraint. I wanted everything.

When his mouth finally found my nipples, I cried out, my back curving away from the wall as the sensation hit me like a wave, overwhelming and sharp.

His tongue flicked out, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes before his lips closed around me, sucking hard enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

I squirmed beneath him, desperate for more, my hips grinding against him of their own accord.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. I never beg, especially to a man, but as my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to my body, I did. I writhed beneath his touch.

The way he teased me, flicking, sucking, biting, drove me mad with need. Each movement, each sensation, only heightened the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me, threatening to snap.

I clung to him, my mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure. My hips bucked forward, instinctively seeking more contact, more of him, anything to throw me over the edge.

His moan reverberated through me, the sound vibrating against my sensitive skin, and I wept.

Every inch of me sought him, as if I could melt into his very being.

His mouth moved from one breast to the other, his hands still gripping my hips with enough force to bruise, holding me in place as I squirmed against him.

He was relentless, his mouth working me over with a focus of a man on a mission, every flick of his tongue sending another pulse of heat straight between my legs.

My hips rocked against him once more, needing to feel that delicious stretch. His hard cock pressing against my entrance. I moaned, low and guttural, my fingers curling into his hair as he lifted his head and leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.

“Can you feel it, Princess?” he rasped, nipping my lobe. “Do you feel how much I need you?”

The way he spoke my title, the intensity of his voice, made my whole body shake. His hips slowly rolled against mine, his hardness teasing through the thin barrier of our clothes, torturing. It was maddening. I wanted more.

His lips left my ear and his eyes, goddess, his eyes, burned into mine, dark with the same lust that was devouring me whole.

“What you need, love?” he taunted, his voice rough.

“I need you to fuck me,” I whispered, my voice breathless, heavy with desire. He knew what I wanted but he made me say it anyway.

Adrian’s dark chuckle vibrated through me, his gaze smoldering as his hand slid down my body, lingering over the curve of my trembling stomach, then lower, to the heat pooling between my thighs.

His fingers brushed over my sensitive lips, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through me, making me cry out.

The room seemed to spin. My senses overwhelmed as his fingers teased my wet entrance.

His groan was low and guttural, the sound reverberating against my skin as he draw slow circles on my clit, heightening the pleasure and torturing me.

My body welcomed his fingers. The sensation of being filled was both unbearable and intoxicating, but still not enough.

I was unraveling, coming undone under his touch, and the most frustrating, the most exhilarating part was that he knew it. He knew exactly how to break me apart, and he would not stop until I was a trembling, breathless mess, utterly at his mercy.

“Please,” I panted, my nails biting into his back as he moved, slow and deliberate.

The rhythm he set was maddening, a slow burn that left me panting, desperate for more.

My walls clenched around his digits, urging him on, and he responded by adding another, then a third, stretching me in the most delicious way.

“Gods, I love hearing you beg. Come for me, princess.” He groans.

I couldn’t take it any longer. A sharp strain curled in my gut, constricting with every breath, burning with a need that threatened to consume me.

“That’s it. So fucking beautiful.”

My trembling hands reached for his belt, desperate to feel him inside me. The sound of the zipper was like a promise, sharp and electrifying, echoing through the haze of lust that surrounded us.

He paused, his breath hot against my skin, and I felt the tip of him at my entrance.

With a deliberate, almost cruel slowness, he pushed inside.

A fiery sensation ripped through me as he stretched me to accommodate his full length.

Our eyes remained locked, the intensity of his stare setting every nerve ending ablaze.

He filled me, invading every inch of my being, leaving no room for anything but the all-consuming pleasure that grew with each of his deliberate thrusts.

My body recoiled and then melted around him, a symphony of ecstasy echoing through my veins. His eyes bore into me, a ravenous beast staking its claim, as I let out a guttural moan that was both a surrender and a demand for more.

“You’re so tight, princess,” he groaned in my ear. “But you can take it, can’t you?”

I nod.

“No, I want to hear your voice.”

A thrill shot through me, leaving goosebumps all over my body. I clenched around him.

Goddess, he is large.

“Yes, I can.”

He pulled back, almost completely out, before driving into me again, harder this time, the delicious friction igniting every part of me. My name fell from his lips, raw and hoarse, and the sound drove me closer to the edge.