Chapter 288
Vivian's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, more intense than the lingering heat of a tropical sunset. Breathless sighs escaped her parted lips, each one sending fresh waves of desire through Adrian's body.
Even after their passionate encounter, Adrian found himself drowning in temptation all over again.
She lay draped over the sofa's edge, her body pliant and relaxed in post-coital bliss. Every curve seemed sculpted just for his hands.
With practiced tenderness, he adjusted her position, ensuring her comfort. His fingertips traced invisible patterns along her spine as he moved her.
Kneeling before her, Adrian drank in the sight like a man starved. His gaze traveled over every inch of her exposed skin.
Her flawless complexion bore the evidence of their lovemaking - faint pink marks that made his pulse quicken. Each one a brand of possession.
A primal satisfaction surged through him. Like a master painter surveying his finest work, he admired the canvas of her body.
Vivian's drowsy eyes met his, and without hesitation, her delicate fingers wrapped around his growing arousal.
Adrian's breath hitched as she began stroking him with practiced movements. Within moments, he hardened completely beneath her touch.
He reached for her thighs, pulling her closer with gentle insistence. Her hips lifted in perfect synchronization, their bodies speaking a language of their own.
Their rhythm mirrored the ocean's tide - building intensity followed by gentle retreat, over and over in hypnotic repetition.
When the waves finally stilled, Adrian rose on unsteady legs. He gathered their discarded clothing before scooping Vivian into his arms.
Upstairs in the marble bathroom, he lowered her into the waiting tub. Warm water cascaded over her skin as he began his ministrations.
His soap-slicked hands moved with reverence, cleansing every inch of her. No part of her escaped his attentive care.
After carefully drying her with plush towels, Adrian reached for her lingerie. His breath caught at the sight of tender redness between her thighs.
Averting his gaze, he retrieved the special ointment from the medicine cabinet. Since Vivian's accident, he never traveled without a fully stocked first aid kit.
His touch was feather-light as he applied the healing balm. Even in sleep, her body responded instinctively - thighs clamping around his wrist.
The soft whimper that escaped her lips shattered his self-control. Desire, momentarily sated, roared back to life with terrifying intensity.
Unable to resist, Adrian delivered a playful swat to her backside. "My little siren," he murmured against her ear, voice thick with renewed hunger.