9 Insane
Sienna’s heart stuttered, beating so fast it made her head spin. Adrian chuckled low in his throat, the sound dark and amused.
Something brushed her lower lip. Soft, teasing. Maybe his finger. Maybe not. A shiver bolted down her spine.
“Wait… wait a minute,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Let me untie the cloth.”
But the blindfold heightened everything. Every breath, every brush of skin, every flutter of anticipation. The loss of sight made her feel bare, open, vulnerable in a way that sent heat spiraling through her.
Before she could reach for the knot, Adrian’s calloused hand wrapped around both of her wrists, holding them firmly.
“You can’t,” he said, his voice rich and velvet-smooth, but rough.
The words slid into her ears like warm honey, leaving a sinful bloom of heat in her chest. Then he tilted her chin up and pressed a kiss just below her jaw. When his thumb gently stroked the inside of her wrist, her body jolted like she’d been shocked, his touch electric, intimate, impossible to ignore.
Adrian seized the fabric of her dress and tore it apart in one fierce motion, the sharp rip of cloth slicing through the room. The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the room. Her bra came next, unclasped and peeled away, followed by the removal of her panties. Now fully exposed, the cool air kissed her bare skin, burning her with the heat pulsing between her thighs.
Her chest rose and fell erratically, every breath shaky, her pulse drumming in her ears.
His fingers returned, grazing her lips again, then gliding down the column of her throat, brushing her collarbone with feather-light strokes. His touch continued downward, mapping the length of her arm, tracing the edges of her ribs with maddening slowness.
Then, he brushed just beneath her breast.
“Ahhh…” she whimpered, the sound torn from her.
“You’re wet,” Adrian murmured, lips brushing her ear as his hand slid behind her, slipping between her thighs. “Soaked.”
Her breath hitched violently.
She instinctively shifted, trying to draw away, but Adrian caged her in effortlessly. He buried his face in her neck, and then, his tongue licked a long, soft stripe up the side of her neck, slow and wet, followed by a kiss so possessive it made her legs tremble. He sucked at her skin, then scraped his teeth gently against it, leaving a mark.
She gasped when he soothed the bite with his tongue, swirling over the sore spot with a sensual thoroughness that made the fire in her belly flare. His lips traced the curve of her jaw, then found her earlobe, pulling it between his lips, sucking softly, then biting just enough to make her cry out.
“Aahhh…”
Her entire body trembled, a wave of goosebumps breaking across her skin. All the while, his fingers continued their slow torment, stroking her. Hot, soft, relentless.
She arched, her body pleading for more, eyes watering behind the blindfold from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Please…” she choked out.
Adrian’s fingers slid between her folds and found her clit. He circled it slowly, teasingly, learning her with every stroke.
“I want you to feel too much of me,” he whispered, voice dark with intent. “Get overwhelmed… just like I do every time you so much as look at me.”
And then—his fingers slipped inside her.
“Ahh!”
Sienna cried out, freeing her wrist from his grasp, and grabbing his shoulder. It felt like there were more than two fingers—stretching her, pushing deep, curling slightly as they stroked her walls repeatedly.
“Your fing—”
Adrian’s lips curved into a smirk. “I’m making you soft for me.”
His fingers thrust deeper as he spoke, his tone soft but his movements anything but. He rolled his fingers inside her, curling and pressing against that sensitive spot that made her legs go weak.
Sienna clung to him, her forehead pressed to his shoulder, moaning uncontrollably as waves of pleasure tore through her.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice coaxing and calm. “You’re clenching so tight around my fingers.”
His thick fingers plunged into her restlessly, slick sounds echoing between them, mixing with her gasps and cries. His thumb found her clit again, rubbing in slow, precise circles as he thrust his fingers in and out of her.
“This is swollen already,” he whispered, flicking her clit, eyes watching her intently. “I want to taste it.”
Her sobs turned to moans, her whole body shuddering as her climax built fast and sharp.
“Hahh… ahh!”
“No, Sienna, not yet.”
At the sound of Adrian's deep, lust-filled voice, a wave of heat surged under Sienna’s navel, igniting every nerve in her body. Her breath hitched, but she couldn’t stop the tremble that shook her. He told her to not cum, but still kept on thrusting his fingers inside her, building up her pleasure.
“N-no… if you thrust them like that… I’ll—hngh!” she gasped, her words cut off by the sensation of his fingers pressing deeper inside her. She clenched his shoulders, her knuckles turning white as her body arched.
Adrian’s grip tightened on her wrist, and he lowered his lips near her ear, his breath hot and rough. "I want to make you feel everything," he murmured with a dangerous promise.
Her heart pounded in her chest, anxiety coiling in her stomach. The blindfold heightened everything—every sound, every touch felt sharper, more intense.
"Oh..." she whispered, but the tremble in her voice betrayed her, the words barely escaping her lips.
She hesitated before gently reaching for his arm, her voice barely a breath. "Adrian?"
Her fingers trailed over his skin, but all she could feel was the rapid beat of her own heart in her ears.
Adrian looked down at her, eyes darkened with hunger, watching her carefully as she lay beneath him, her body a mix of trembling desire and softness
Her dark hair sprawled across the pillow, glistening. She was beautiful, flushed with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. The wetness between her thighs, the way she clenched around his fingers, drove him wild. He had waited so long for this moment.
He swallowed his urge to move too quickly, instead pushing her thighs apart, giving him a better view of her trembling body.
“Stay still,” he growled softly, as his hand slipped to her thigh, pulling her closer. His voice was low, commanding, but there was an edge of something darker.
Her body shivered with the mixture of need and fear. She wanted him, but the rawness of the moment left her feeling exposed, vulnerable in ways she hadn't prepared for.
“I love how obedient you are for me in bed, Sienna,” Adrian murmured, his fingers sinking deeper, pulling a sharp gasp from her lips. His mouth hovered just above her skin, lips brushing against the delicate curve of her inner thigh, his breath warm and wicked.
“In here, your body is mine to do with as I please. Out there”—he paused, kissing her slowly—“I’ll be obedient to you. Alright?”
Her hips moved involuntarily, chasing the fire he stoked between her thighs, every flick of his tongue drawing her closer to madness. And yet, even in the haze of pleasure, her mind drifted to how she must look to him—spread open, trembling, silently begging for more as her body squirmed under his mouth. The thought alone made her thighs tremble harder.
Adrian’s tongue dragged slowly along her folds, savoring her as if he had all night. The tip teased her clit with light flicks before circling it, drawing out every gasp and whimper she couldn't hold back.
“Oh… ahhh…”
His breath was hot against her soaked skin, and when his mouth finally latched onto her bundle of nerves, she cried out. Soft and desperate.
Adrian’s hands moved upward, possessively cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples until they hardened under his touch. His hands were rough, calloused, but worshipful, treating her like something precious and wild all at once.
“Does it feel good?” he murmured, his voice thick and low, vibrating straight through her core as he spoke against her clit. His lips curled around it again, sucking gently, then harder, as though he couldn’t get enough of her taste.
She gasped, arching her back off the sheets, her entire body trembling under the relentless wave of pleasure. Her fingers twisted into the sheets, nails digging deep. She couldn't breathe, couldn’t think, only feel. Every swirl of his tongue, every kiss against her heat, pushed her higher and higher.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as pleasure—sharp, blinding, and intoxicating—spiraled through her. Her legs shook, thighs clamping around his head instinctively, but Adrian only growled against her, his tongue delving deeper, more desperate.
“Adrian…” she sobbed his name, choked and broken, and with one final, devastating flick of his tongue, her body shattered. Her climax tore through her like lightning, her cries echoing through the room. She melted, completely boneless, collapsing against the bed, her body trembling uncontrollably as he kissed her through the aftershocks, drinking down every drop of her release.
He pulled back only slightly, his lips glistening with her wetness, his eyes locked on her as if she were a feast laid out just for him. Then, without a word, he lifted her effortlessly, turning her over like she weighed nothing. Her chest heaved, her skin slick with sweat, and her hair clung to her damp forehead.
“Please… let me… breathe,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling.
Adrian’s fingers spread her legs apart with ease, his gaze dark, ravenous. The hunger in his eyes made her breath catch.
A few strokes from Adrian’s fingers coaxed a slick stream of arousal from Sienna’s swollen, throbbing core. Her hips jerked, betraying her will, as if her body was desperate for every torturous rub he gave. The heat pouring from her, the soft trembles rippling through her thighs. It was intoxicating. The way she responded, helpless and achingly sensitive, fueled something dark and primal in him.
He didn’t even need to taste her to know how she’d react. Her body already answered for her.
“I love watching you cum,” Adrian murmured, his voice dripping with dark desire. His palm cupped her mound possessively, fingers curling inside her with slow, relentless pressure. His thumb circled her clit with the kind of friction that made her entire body tighten and convulse. Rough. Insistent. Merciless.
“Ahhh…,” Sienna’s sobs broke free, louder this time, pure desperation laced in every sound. Her legs trembled violently as slick noises echoed in the air.
“A-Adrian,” Sienna gasped, her voice cracking as her body writhed. “Oh God… you’re making me cum again!”
Adrian’s lips curled into a cruel smirk, his eyes gleaming with raw hunger.
Her folds, flushed and glistening, looked painfully sensitive now. Every twitch of her hips, every breathless gasp, made his own restraint waver.
“Please… Adrian…” she whimpered, shame burning in her voice. Her clit throbbed with each breath, and her slick walls fluttered around his fingers, begging without words.
Adrian dipped his head, biting down gently on her tender folds, letting his teeth graze her. “I want to eat you.”
Without warning, he slid two fingers inside her again—slow, deep, possessive. Sienna let out a strangled cry, but Adrian stole the sound with a harsh kiss, forcing her lips open as he swallowed her moans.
Her slick heat wrapped around him tightly, clenching with every motion of his fingers. She was so wet, his entry was effortless, but her inner walls resisted, trying to push him out even as they clung to him like a vice.
Adrian dragged his fingers out slowly, only to thrust them back in harder.
“Relax,” Adrian whispered against her trembling lips, his breath fanning across her flushed skin.
“I… I want you…” Sienna whimpered, eyes wide and dazed, her voice laced with helplessness. The heat inside her had grown unbearable, every pulse of his fingers sent ripples through her core, making her body tense and her mind spin.
“Relax your legs,” he murmured again, his tone darkly soothing. “Lean on me.”
Her slender frame melted against his chest, her bare skin pressed to the sculpted lines of his body. She was still shaking, but she let him guide her, folding into his touch like something fragile and desperate to be held. Though her muscles remained taut, her dripping slickness welcomed him greedily. His fingers slid in deeper, curling wickedly.
“A-ah! Aaaah!” Sienna’s voice cracked, the sound torn from deep inside as pleasure and pain crashed together in waves.
Adrian’s finger rubbed against that hidden, tender spot inside her—over and over—ruthlessly gentle. Her juices coated his knuckles, the sound of wet friction loud in the silence. Her legs started shaking badly, his one arm wrapped around her waist, the other still working her open.
The sight of her unraveling, her parted lips, her fluttering lashes, the desperate arch of her back, made his rod throb with painful intensity. It strained against his pants, leaking, aching to bury itself inside her heat.
Every time her breath hit his throat, warm and shaky, he had to fight the urge to push her to her knees and feed her his shaft. But he held back. For now.
“Ah… aaaah, Adrian!” Sienna whimpered, voice barely audible as she tried to make sense of the heat pouring out of her. Her voice was breaking, eyes pleading with shame and need.
He looked down at her. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed, pupils blown so wide her eyes looked almost black. He thrust his finger in deeper, drawing a cry from her throat and a fresh gush of slickness from her fluttering core.
“Do you feel good?” he asked, tilting his head, voice full of cruel teasing.
Her tight walls gripped his fingers with greedy desperation, clinging like they never wanted to let go.
“Oh God… oh God…” Her voice cracked, breathless, on the edge of something she couldn’t control.
“Sienna,” Adrian growled, his lips brushing her ear as his teeth grazed her lobe. “Cum now.”
His self-control frayed at the edges. Watching her fall apart, hearing those helpless sounds she couldn’t stop. It made him feel feral. Possessive.
Her entire world shrank down to where his fingers played her body like a twisted instrument. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Her body moved on instinct, chasing the peak, drowning in sensation.
“Haaa… aaah… Aah!” Sienna sobbed, her toes curling as pleasure built like fire in her veins. Then his finger scraped that spot again, and her mind shattered.
“It’s alright,” Adrian coaxed, voice suddenly soft, almost affectionate. “Let it out. Let me feel it.”
“Mhmm… hahhh… aaahhh!”
Her scream broke the air like lightning, and her body snapped tight around his hand. Her orgasm crashed over her violently, raw, consuming. Her slick gushed out, soaking his fingers, her inner muscles spasming uncontrollably as her cries melted into broken gasps.
He held her through it, one hand stroking her hair gently as she collapsed in his arms. Her chest heaved with each breath, tremors rippling down her spine. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, and his eyes drank in every inch of her wrecked body.
Adrian waited, watching her ride the aftershocks, then slowly lifted her chin and removed the blindfold.
Sienna blinked, dazed, and met his gaze.
His face was carved perfection, as if some cruel god had sculpted him just to ruin women. That sharp jaw, those wicked lips…
Even with the trembling heat still throbbing between her legs, she couldn’t look away.
Before she could speak, he reached for his belt. The sound of leather unbuckling made her breath hitch.
She watched, heart pounding, as he freed himself.
Her eyes widened. Thick. Long. Veins prominent. The head flushed deep red and glistening. It looked too much for her body, and yet…
Her thighs instinctively clenched.
Why was he built like living sin? Sculpted to seduce and destroy?
Adrian’s gaze darkened as he looked at her trembling, spent frame. He climbed over her, his body covering hers. Then, he aligned himself and began to push in, slowly.
Her tightness clenched immediately, a gasp escaping her lips as every inch stretched her further.
Adrian groaned against her throat. His voice was rough, almost desperate.
“A-ah…” she whimpered as the thick heat of him pushed deeper, inch by overwhelming inch.
Then her arms wrapped around his neck. She buried her face near his ear, voice trembling.
“Adrian… move. Please.”
Adrian brushed damp strands of hair from her cheek. His lips pressed to her temple.
Her eyes met his—wide, soft, vulnerable.
No gentleness.
Hard. Deep. Immediately.
The bed creaked under the force of him, the headboard slamming once, then again. Her body jolted with each brutal thrust, pinned beneath him, lost in the wave of his hunger. Her nails sank into his back, dragging red trails down his skin. She didn’t even realize she was crying out his name over and over, desperate and breathless.
He fucked her like he’d been starved for her. Like he needed to carve himself into her so she’d never forget.
His hands slid from her thighs to her waist, fingers digging in like he could mold her to fit him better, like he owned her.
She gasped as he tangled one hand into her hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her eyes on his. Her flushed cheeks burned with heat, but he didn’t look away. Neither did she.
He growled, his voice low, ragged, feral, “Look at me when I take you.”
But she whimpered and turned her head, unable to withstand the weight of his stare.
He didn’t let her hide. He chased her retreat with his mouth, lowering his head to her chest. His lips closed around one aching peak, sucking deep. Then came the scrape of teeth, gentle at first—then not.
A sharp gasp tore from her throat, her back arching instinctively. Her walls clenched tighter around his thick length as he continued to thrust inside her.
“Ah…ha…mmh…!” she moaned, unable to contain the sounds tumbling from her lips.
Pleasure rolled through her, overwhelming and consuming. Her legs shook around him. She could feel the knot building low in her stomach.
And then it snapped.
Another orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath, ripping a cry from her throat so raw it barely sounded human. She shattered beneath him, spasming uncontrollably, her body trembling like she might break apart.
But Adrian didn’t stop. Not even for a second.
His rod kept dragging along her slick, sensitive walls, pulling every last aftershock from her trembling core. Her body was oversensitive, every nerve on fire, yet he kept moving. Hard and deep, all control gone.
She could barely breathe. Her moans turned to soft sobs, and still, he didn’t let up.
When he finally pulled out, her legs were trembling, her body boneless and slack on the sheets. His shaft stood hard and heavy, slick with her arousal, twitching with restrained power.
Sienna lay there—chest heaving, eyes closed, lips parted. Her skin glowed with sweat, her pulse still racing from the intensity of it all. She looked wrecked. Beautiful. Ruined in a way that made his chest ache and his cock throb harder.
Adrian knelt over her, watching. Her hair was a mess across the pillows, her thighs still parted, the evidence of what he’d done to her trailing down her inner leg.
Adrian stared down at her ruined body, chest heaving with restrained need. His jaw clenched, veins pulsing in his neck, every muscle taut with the effort not to take her again.
But his control was paper-thin.
She lay beneath him, flushed and trembling, her skin marked where his mouth and hands had been. Her legs were still open for him, as if even her body couldn’t bear to close the space between them.
“Sienna,” he rasped. The sound of her name on his tongue was jagged, cracked. “I’m not done.”
Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy. She tried to speak, but only a soft sound slipped out. Then, weakly, she nodded.
That was all it took.
Adrian grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over like she weighed nothing. Her gasp was swallowed by the mattress as he dragged her to her knees, her cheek pressed against the sheets, back arched, ass up.
She barely had a second to catch her breath.
He thrust into her from behind in one brutal stroke.
She cried out, her hands clawing at the sheets. The stretch burned, overwhelming her all over again. But she didn't ask him to stop. She wanted this. Wanted him , even when he was rough, even when it hurt.
Especially then.
Adrian's fingers gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into her again and again, each thrust deeper, harder, rawer than the last. His rhythm was merciless, punishing. Every inch of her was his, every sound she made only pushed him further.
He yanked her hair back, forcing her upper body off the bed, making her arch against his chest. One hand clamped around her throat, not enough to cut her air, but just enough to remind her who she belonged to.
He fucked her deeper like that, bent over her, his growls and her gasps tangled in the air like a storm. Her walls clenched around him, pulsing with another orgasm building too fast, too strong.
And then it hit.
She shattered again with a scream, her whole body tightening and convulsing around him. He didn’t stop. He chased his own release through the quake of hers, teeth gritted, body trembling with restraint.
Finally, with one deep, brutal thrust—he came with a guttural groan, spilling inside her, thick and hot. His grip didn’t loosen. He held her there, impaled on his thick rod, while his body pulsed and shuddered against hers.
They stayed that way for a moment.
Breathing ragged.
Bodies soaked in sweat.
Her skin was flushed, marked, damp. His chest pressed to her back, heart pounding like a war drum. He could still feel her twitching around him.
Adrian exhaled sharply against her neck, dragging his lips along her skin.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he whispered, voice rough and raw.
Sienna couldn’t answer. Her voice was gone. But her fingers curled over his forearm where he still held her throat, and she leaned back into him.