Chapter 262

Vivian looked like a seductive goddess in contrast—bare, alluring, completely vulnerable to his every whim.

Adrian's fingers worked the buttons of his dress shirt with agonizing slowness, his burning gaze never wavering from her flushed face.

Flushing crimson, Vivian snatched a plush pillow from the bed, pressing it against her chest like a flimsy shield.

His strong hands lifted her thighs with surprising tenderness, his touch both commanding and worshipful.

With deliberate precision, he removed the final obstacle between them, letting the silken fabric whisper to the floor. He stilled, drinking in the sight of her with a hunger that made her skin prickle with awareness.

She writhed beneath his scorching appraisal, the compromising position making her feel deliciously exposed.

Mortified, she fumbled for the pillow again, clutching it like a lifeline.

But when she peeked over the cushion's edge, she caught the faintest smirk playing at his lips.

Indignation flared through her embarrassment.

She tossed the pillow aside and glared at him defiantly.

To Adrian, her fiery resistance only stoked his desire higher.

He leaned down until his warm breath caressed her ear, his voice a dark whisper. "Say my name."

Vivian bit her lip, torn between stubborn pride and the liquid heat pooling in her core.

Her traitorous body responded instantly, pulse racing as his lips traced the sensitive column of her throat.

"Adrian..." The name escaped in a breathless sigh, barely audible.

Something primal flashed in his darkened eyes. In one fluid motion, he lifted her hips and claimed her, his movements measured and devastatingly thorough.

At first, she tensed—shy, uncertain—but his relentless rhythm soon melted her resistance into molten surrender.

Every sensation burned brighter than before, no longer dulled by distractions.

Each touch, each thrust built upon the last until she shattered completely beneath him.

Her cries grew ragged, soft whimpers transforming into uninhibited moans as he drove her higher, leaving no room for thought—only sensation.

He was inexhaustible, pushing her through wave after wave of pleasure until she collapsed against the sheets, trembling with spent ecstasy.

She barely registered Adrian drawing the satin covers over her spent form.

Her eyelids grew impossibly heavy as she drifted into dreams filled with phantom touches and stolen kisses that made her heart race anew.

Hours later, still half-asleep, Vivian felt warm fingers tracing the dip of her waist.

The featherlight touch seemed part of her dreams until those clever fingers dipped lower, drawing a startled gasp from her lips.

Her eyes flew open to meet Adrian's smoldering gaze, the morning sunlight gilding his tousled hair in gold.

The sheets slipped as he leaned in, his intent clear in the predatory gleam of his eyes.

Her breath hitched.

The game had only just begun.