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Full of my fingers, my mouth on her clit, Elena finally reaches her peak, coming so hard that I can feel her slick channel spasming around my two fingers. I move them slowly in and out, turning my hand as I go. Her back is raised off the bed, one hand buried in my hair as the other grabs a handful of the blanket, anything to keep her grounded.
I lick and finger her throughout it all, only pulling away when her muscles start to relax one by one. The pleasure-drunk smile she gives me as I crawl up her body to kiss her tells me she'd let me fuck her right here and now if I wanted to, but despite being harder than I've ever been in my life, I hold off, pulling her into my arms instead and running my hands down her bare back.
"You're sleeping in my bed from now on, Elena. You belong to me."
She hums softly, "I should probably argue, but after what you just did to me...I think I'm okay with it. Staying with you, I mean."
"There's more where that came from," I promise, "But for tonight, sleep. We'll continue tomorrow."
Elena crawls under the covers while I push my pants down, leaving me in just my boxers, before I join her and pull her back into my arms. She's warm and pliable, and her head fits perfectly on my chest. I know we're still in the afterglow, and that thereare undoubtedly more complications on the horizon, but for the time being, everything feels good. Everything feels…right.
4
ELENA
When I wake up, there isn't any moment of disorientation. I know exactly where I am and who is lying beside me.
The first thing I feel is a sweet warmth, feeling Adrian's heavy arm around my waist, his breath ruffling my hair. I'd only known him for a few days, and I should be terrified of him, but instead, he's made me feel things I never thought were possible. He's been kind, and I can't deny that he exposed the rot in the privileged life I lived. It seems like a lifetime ago that I was about to marry Charles Beaumont and be my father's pawn.
Adrian didn't give me a choice about going with him, but he still freed me. Now I'm naked in his bed, my thoughts teetering on the line between the harsh reality of my life and the seductive glow of what transpired in this bed.
Slowly, I shift in his grasp until I'm facing him, and I use the opportunity of him sleeping to examine Adrian Marchetti in full. When he's sleeping, his brow is relaxed, the tension of carrying his dark family legacy gone. He's grown stubble overnight,and I can't help but gently stroke his cheek, letting my hands wander downward until I'm exploring the hard lines of his chest, shoulders, and arms. He's impossibly attractive, an irresistible lure to make me forget my old life and embrace the one where I am his woman...whatever that entails.
Adrian's eyes eventually open, lighter brown in the morning light, like dark amber. He grabs one of the curious hands and pulls it to his mouth, kissing my fingers. "How are you feeling?"
The warm glow in my chest that is all for Adrian grows, knowing his first thought of the day is about my comfort. "Fine. Amazing, actually."
"Sore?"
I shake my head. He did all of the work, and there isn't a single ache to be found in me.
"Good. How about a shower and then we can have some breakfast before I have to leave--"
Digging deep, I find enough bravery to dart forward and kiss him, the idea of getting out of bed making me panic. Eventually, I'm going to have to face the reality of the situation and acknowledge that I was likely an international missing persons case, but as long as we were in Adrian's bed, I could pretend otherwise.
Plus, I want him to find the same sort of amazing release that he'd given me last night...and I want him to claim me the way he promised.
My pussy clenches at the thought of his cock filling me up. He hadn't taken off his underwear, but I'd been able to feel how huge and hard he was when he was grinding against me.
Adrian happily returns my kiss, and rumbles in approval when I'm the one to swipe my tongue into his mouth first. I have a split second of worry that he's going to stop me and head to the shower, but instead he rolls me onto my back, his big body already positioning itself between my legs.
He's just as hard as he was last night, and I want nothing more than to get rid of the last barrier between us and truly make me his.
"What's gotten into you this morning, princess?"
"I just...want more. Everything that we talked about last night. I don't want to wait." The confession feels scary, but also freeing. I'm tired of pretending that I'm not just as affected by this as he is.
"Everything, huh?" He pulls back to look at me, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. "You sure about that? Once I have you, I'm never letting you go. There's no going back."
"I'm sure."
"Good." He surges up to his knees, his hands going to the waistband of his boxer briefs. "I was planning on taking my time with you, but if you insist..." He hooks his thumbs under the fabric and slowly, tortuously, pulls them down.
I've been hyping myself up for what he would look like nude, but seeing his cock for the first time still fills me with a cascade of conflicting feelings--powerful, animalistic heat that makes me feel empty and needy inside, and a sharp fear that maybe I've gotten myself into something more serious that I thought. Like I'm jumping into the deep end even though I barely know how to swim.
He sees the look on my face and chuckles, "Don't worry, princess. I'll make it fit. But for now...touch me." He takes my hand and wraps it around his thick cock.
I raise up on my knees, heart pounding, wanting to make him feel good. His skin is hot, and when I carefully stroke him, Adrian hisses, his head falling back, the tendons in his neck sticking out. "Just like that."
