Chapter 16
Desire pulsed in her blood. This man… he was everything she’d ever wanted. Everything she didn’t know she’d needed. Why did he always make her feel seen? Why did only he have the power to shake her like this?
The car stopped at the hotel entrance. Aditya helped her out, then ushered her up the elevator.
He stood beside her in the elevator car, his arm touching hers, his sexy scent wrapping around her.
She inhaled, getting intoxicated by him.
His eyes moved over her, slowly, leisurely.
Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths as she watched him study her.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
His lips tipped. “I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to make you mine.”
A tremor washed over her, and a satisfied smile flashed on his face. God. She was so gone for him.
The elevator chimed. She stepped out with him, and he led her to his suite.
He followed her inside, and even before the door shut, he moved into her.
Yanking her to him, his lips met hers with a fiery urgency.
Her mouth opened under his, and Aditya swooped in, staking control over her lips and tongue.
He kissed her like a man starved—hard, fast, licking, sucking.
She gave him everything he needed, and took everything she wanted from him.
Her hands coiled tightly around his back, desperate and greedy for him.
With a low growl, Aditya lifted her into his arms, and her thighs wrapped around his waist as their mouths remained fused together.
He set her down only once he was in his bedroom.
His eyes raked over her—from the mussed waves of her hair to her lips, down her throat, pausing on her breasts.
Then, lower, over the curve of her waist, her hips, down her legs.
Then back up again. Slower this time. She felt every pass of his gaze like a touch.
Her nerve endings ignited. Her pulse fluttered.
He hadn’t touched her yet, but she was already burning.
In this moment, she was entirely his—lost to the hunger, the heat, and the storm of sensation he was awakening inside her.
“This dress looks fabulous on you,” he said, his voice low and rough.
“Uh, thank—”
“—take it off.”
Her breath hitched, caught off guard by his sharp command. There was no mistaking the authority in his voice, no room for doubt. Her eyes widened. Hot damn. That deep, dark dominance in him lit something feral inside her. Her core throbbed in response, heat blooming low in her belly.
“I said take it off,” he repeated, his gaze locked on hers.
Every word sent a bolt of anticipation through her. And God help her, she wanted to obey.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the zipper of her dress, but she held his gaze. Slowly, deliberately, she let the fabric slip from her shoulders. It cascaded down her body, pooling at her feet, revealing the black lace he’d gifted her.
Aditya let out a harsh exhale. His eyes drank her in, inch by inch, and it wasn’t just desire she saw on his face; it was awe too.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he rasped.
A boldness stirred inside her at the raw reverence in his tone. She stepped out of the dress and stood taller. “Good.”
He closed the distance in one stride. His hands cupped her face, and his mouth claimed hers in a wild kiss. Still kissing him, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. When she began to undo the buttons of his shirt, he caught her hands.
“The only person dictating how tonight goes is me,” he said, his voice dark with promise.
Then he stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Lie down on the bed for me,” he ordered. “Let me look at you.”
A shiver skated across her skin. Without a word, she did as he told her.
His gaze raked over her, slow and possessive, drinking in every inch of her like she was something rare. Something precious. His eyes darkened when they dropped to the scrap of silk and lace barely concealing her.
“Take it off.”
Before she could move, however, a growl of frustration tore through him, and his hands gripped the flimsy fabric.
“On second thought…” He tore it clean off her body, the soft rip of lace slicing through the thick silence. She gasped, her breath catching. The heat inside her became a raging volcano.
Oh God in heaven, this man was dangerously sexy when he took control, when he commanded her like that, his voice low, and his eyes blazing with intent.
His eyes still on her, he began to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Slowly, he revealed his gorgeous chest to her.
Her mouth watered as he tossed the shirt aside and stood in front of her, his sharp abs rippling with every breath he took.
Then he climbed onto the bed, over her, caging her in with the strength of his body and the heat of his gaze. His arms braced on either side of her, his muscles taut, and his breath ragged as he studied her face.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded.
She nodded.
His lips brushed hers in a bare whisper of a kiss. “Words, Sabrina. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want this,” she said.
“I’ve been dreaming about you like this,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve wanted you for too damn long. And now, I’m going to make you mine.”
She barely had a second to breathe before his mouth closed over her breast. Heat shot through her as he sucked on the tight peak, his tongue flicking and teasing until her back arched off the bed.
Her breath hitched, her mouth went dry, and her senses spiraled.
At the same time, his hips pressed hard against her aching core.
A ragged cry tore from her throat. Her body trembled, her muscles tightened, and her blood roared in her ears.
But he didn’t stop. God, he was relentless.
His mouth worshipped her while the weight of him drove her wild.
She could feel how hard he was—thick, demanding—and all she could think of was how desperately she wanted him.
Needed him. Pleasure bloomed inside her.
It built and built with each breath, with each grind of his hips against her core, with each possessive tug of his mouth on her breast.
“This is crazy…” she whispered. “I’m going crazy.”
He chuckled against her breast. “We’re only getting started, beautiful.”
And then he bit her nipple. She gasped as his tongue soothed the bite with slow, languid strokes.
Bolts of lust slammed through her, making her toes curl.
She couldn’t think anymore—every coherent thought dissolved into heat.
Aditya was everywhere. His mouth, his hands, his weight pressing her into the mattress.
Every inch of her felt claimed, branded by him.
He paid the same attention to her other breast, while his hands wandered lower until he was there, at the place where she ached for him most. One long finger slipped inside her, and she bit her lip, barely holding back a moan.
Another finger joined, curling and thrusting, drawing her closer to the edge.
Then his mouth began its descent, trailing heat down her body.
The moment his tongue met her core, she gasped.
His strokes were slow and decadent, wrecking her in the sweetest way.
His fingers moved in rhythm, scissoring deeper as his mouth sucked and licked with precision.
She arched into him, chasing every flick and swirl, the pleasure building impossibly fast.
“Adi…” she gulped. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
He slowed his strokes, pulling her back from the edge.
Just when her breathing began to steady, his mouth and fingers surged forward again—relentless, commanding—until she was writhing beneath him, her body tightening, her heart racing, her breaths a shattered rhythm of need.
Her fingers fisted the sheets as the pressure coiled tighter, her moans spilling freely now.
And then, with a sharp flick of his tongue and a precise curl of his fingers, she came apart—wild, desperate, undone.
When she opened her eyes, Aditya was watching her. Rising slowly, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze molten.
God. He was so damn sexy.
He stepped away from the bed, peeling off the rest of his clothes until he stood bare before her.
Her breath caught. Every sculpted inch of him was breathtaking in its strength, power, and masculinity.
Her eyes traveled over his body, lingering on the rigid evidence of his desire—thick, proud, utterly tempting.
Moving closer, he freed her lower lip from her mouth.
“Touch me, Sabrina,” he said.
Rising onto her knees, she reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his length.
A strangled sound escaped him, and his eyes fluttered shut.
Encouraged, she began to stroke him, slow and curious, learning the shape of him.
His hand came down gently over hers, guiding her movements, making them firmer, more deliberate.
Their eyes met—hers wide with wonder, his dark with pure, raw need.
Her eyes never leaving his, she kneeled on the floor and took him in her mouth.
“Fuck,” he growled, throwing his head back.
His blissful expression spurred her on, and she took him deeper into her mouth, her movements guided by his moans, the rasp of his breath, and the way his hand gripped her hair. Every sound he made told her she was driving him wild.
But then, his hand stilled her. “No more,” he growled, voice raw. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He lifted her effortlessly and laid her back on the bed. After a quick moment to protect them both, he came over her, their bodies aligning perfectly. His mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss, and then, with one powerful stroke, he filled her completely.
He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, anchoring her to him.
Then he began to move. Slow, deep strokes that quickly turned urgent, relentless.
Sparks of pleasure raced through her, the storm of desire rising again, fiercer than before.
Her moans turned into breathless cries as sensation overwhelmed thought.
Aditya was everywhere, consuming her, taking over her mind and soul.
His hands cradled her face, and his lips brushed hers tenderly even as his body ravaged hers, each thrust pulling her in deeper under his spell.
Heat bloomed low in her belly, spiraling outward until it consumed her whole.
Her mouth parted in a silent cry as she shattered in his arms, unravelling into pieces she wasn’t sure she could gather again.
And only then did he follow, surging once, twice before he let out a roar, coming undone inside her.
Aditya collapsed against her, his breathing as ragged as hers, their bodies slick with heat.
She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to his warmth as her mind tried to process the storm he’d just awakened inside her again.
What she’d felt with him was more than anything she’d read about, more than she’d ever imagined or experienced.
It was soul-deep, dizzying, earth-shifting.
And she knew one thing for sure—she wanted to feel it again.
With him. If four weeks remained of their time together, then she wanted to spend every night in his bed, experiencing this again and again.