Claimed in the Office
Celeste barely had time to react before Adrian slammed the office door shut, locking it behind him. His jaw was tight, his stormy eyes burning with something dark—something possessive.
She took an instinctive step back. "Adrian, what—"
"Did you enjoy it?" His voice was dangerously low.
Her brows furrowed. "Enjoy what?"
Adrian let out a humorless chuckle, closing the distance between them in a few long strides. He caged her between the desk and his body, his hands gripping the polished wood behind her. "Lucas."
Celeste's lips parted, a sharp breath leaving her. "Adrian, not this again—"
"Did you like the way he looked at you?" He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. "The way he touched your hand at the café?"
She sucked in a breath. "You're being ridiculous."
Adrian's fingers trailed up her arm, slow, deliberate. "Am I?" His voice was softer now, but it held an edge, a dangerous promise. "Because I saw the way he was looking at you. Like he thought he had a chance."
Celeste's heart pounded. "Lucas is just—"
"—a desperate bastard who doesn't know when to back off," Adrian growled. His hand suddenly cupped her jaw, tilting her face up. "And maybe I haven't done enough to remind you who you belong to."
Heat coiled in her stomach. "Adrian—"
His lips crashed against hers, cutting off her words.
The kiss was nothing like the ones before—it was raw, demanding, filled with possessive hunger. Adrian kissed her like he was claiming her, like he wanted to imprint himself into every part of her.
Celeste moaned as his hands roamed her body, gripping, caressing, branding her with his touch. Her fingers found his hair, tugging as she kissed him back just as fiercely.
"Say it," he murmured against her lips. "Tell me you're mine."
Celeste shivered, her resolve crumbling. "I'm yours," she breathed.
A deep growl rumbled in Adrian's chest. In one swift motion, he lifted her onto his desk, pushing aside files and papers. His hands found the buttons of her blouse, popping them open one by one.
"You drive me insane, Celeste," he rasped, dragging his lips down her throat. "Every time I see another man near you, I just—" He groaned, nipping at her skin. "I want to make sure you never even think about anyone else."
Celeste gasped as he trailed kisses down her collarbone, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wider for him.
"Adrian," she moaned, tilting her head back.
He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "I want a baby," he murmured.
Celeste's breath hitched. "What?"
Adrian smirked, brushing a thumb over her lips. "I want to see you swollen with my child. Want everyone to know you're mine, in every way possible."
Her pulse spiked, desire crashing over her like a tidal wave. "You're crazy," she whispered.
His grin was pure sin. "Crazy for you."
And then, he devoured her.
The office filled with heavy breaths, moans, and the sound of bodies moving together. Every kiss, every touch, every possessive growl from Adrian sent her spiraling deeper.
She was his.
And he was never letting her go.