Chapter 413
His fingers trailed down from the curve of her waist, tracing the dip of her hips.
A playful smack landed on her backside, followed by his husky command. "Lift."
Vivian obeyed, arching slightly as Adrian slid her pants down, his knuckles grazing the delicate skin of her inner thigh.
The contrast of his calloused yet gentle touch sent electric waves across her flesh.
She bit down on her lower lip, stifling a moan—but it escaped anyway, louder than she intended.
His hands were relentless, mapping every secret place that made her shiver.
Her body quivered beneath him, eyes glazed with need, voice thick with desire.
He paused, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Say my name," he murmured.
Her gaze darkened, all shyness melting away as she whispered, "Adrian... I need you."
Something primal snapped inside him at her plea.
Seeing the hunger in his eyes, she reached for his belt, fingers working quickly to free him from restraint.
Adrian Blackwood could hold back no longer.
He moved with wild abandon, every thrust desperate, every touch burning with unrestrained need.
He hooked Vivian’s legs over his arms and drove into her, deep and unrelenting.
She gasped, caught between pleasure and pain, teetering on the edge of bliss.
Her hands pressed weakly against his chest, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
But her body won, craving more of his intensity.
Noticing her exhaustion, Adrian slid a pillow beneath her hips, lifting her slightly to ease the strain.
Her legs locked around his waist instinctively, anchoring herself to him.
Then, without warning, he stood, lifting her with him as he carried her toward the full-length mirror.
Their tangled reflection stared back—no space, no secrets between them.
The sight ignited something deeper in Vivian, the visual of their passion making her pulse race.
Adrian turned her to face the mirror, his large hands guiding her hips as he moved.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "You're breathtaking."
Even after all their nights together, the exposure made her cheeks burn.
She tried to look away, but Adrian wouldn’t allow it.
His pace quickened, sending her spiraling toward another climax.
Her body trembled in his arms, yet he showed no sign of stopping.
How does he have this much stamina? she wondered, dazed.
Finally, he stilled, pulling her tightly against him.
His voice softened. "Let me draw you a bath."