Chapter 25Adrian
Chapter
Twenty-Five
ADRIAN
A s our lips meet, the anger melts away, replaced by a hunger that consumes me whole. My hands grip her waist, pulling her flush against my body. She tastes like sin and sweetness, and I drink her in greedily, savoring every moan that escapes her lips.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my mouth along her jawline, nipping and sucking at her skin. "I think we both know you didn't want to sleep. You wanted this—wanted me."
Selene shivers beneath me, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Shut up," she gasps, but there's no heat in her words. If anything, they're laced with a desperate plea for more .
I chuckle darkly, my teeth grazing her pulse point.
"Oh, I'm just getting started," I promise, my voice low and thick with desire. In one swift motion, I leave her clothing scattered across the floor. Her breasts spill free, and I take a moment to admire the sight before leaning down to capture one hardened nipple between my teeth.
Selene arches into me, her hands fisting in my hair. I lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between soft sucks and sharp bites until she's writhing beneath me, lost in a haze of pleasure.
But I'm not done yet. Not nearly.
Releasing her nipple with a final flick of my tongue, I start to work my way down her body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way. When I reach her waist, I pause, looking up at her through hooded eyes.
"Are you ready for me to taste you everywhere, Selene? To show you just how sweet surrender can be?"
I don't wait for an answer, already sliding her soaked panties off her body. Cool air hits her heated flesh, making her gasp, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her bare and exposed.
Leaning in, I drag my tongue up her inner thigh, savoring the salty tang of her skin. Selene's hands fly to my head, gripping me tightly as if trying to anchor herself against the storm brewing within her.
I continue my journey north, pausing to circle her clit with the tip of my tongue before delving deeper, tasting her arousal. She's wet and ready for me, her hips bucking involuntarily as I explore every fold and crevice of her sex.
With a low growl, I plunge two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot within her. Selene cries out, her walls clenching around my digits as I pump them in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue against her clit.
She's close, I can feel it. Her body tenses, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. I redouble my efforts, determined to bring her over the edge.
"Yes, yes, fuck!" Selene chokes out, her nails raking down my back. "Don't stop, please..."
I obey her plea, driving my fingers deeper as I suck harder on her clit. Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her pussy spasming wildly around my hand. I lap at her essence, drinking in every drop of her release as she shakes and trembles beneath me.
The moment she reaches that pinnacle—her body trembling beneath mine, her breath ragged as she falls into the depths of ecstasy—I feel it again. Her power, surging like a tide that refuses to be tamed, rising up to meet mine. And there it is—her soul. Bright, burning, ready to be claimed, drawn to me as naturally as the pull of the moon on the tides.
I could take it. I should take it.
Her soul hovers just beyond the surface, teetering on the edge of surrender, begging to be consumed. But I hold myself back. The temptation claws at me, the need to possess every part of her—body and soul—growing stronger with each passing second. Yet, I resist. For now, I will leave her soul intact, let it settle back within her, untouched. There's a deeper game to be played here, a longer conquest that requires patience.
Her body, though... her body is mine.
I let my hand drift down the length of her trembling form, feeling the heat radiate from her skin, the way she shivers in the aftermath. Her soul may remain hers, for now , I think, watching her, my gaze dark and hungry. But her body...
Her body will be mine to claim again and again.
"You're mine now, siren," I say, my voice low and commanding.
Without waiting for a response, I stand and begin to undress, my movements deliberate and unhurried. Selene watches me, her gaze heavy-lidded and dazed, as I shed my clothes until I'm standing before her in all my naked glory.
My cock is hard and throbbing, aching to be buried inside her warmth. I grasp her wrist and pull her to her feet, turning her to face the bed.
"Lie down," I order, my tone brooking no argument. "Spread your legs for me, Selene. Show me the depths of your submission."
As she complies, I position myself behind her, running my hands over her curves, tracing the lines of her spine, and cupping her full ass. I give each cheek a firm squeeze before trailing my fingers lower, parting her slick folds to tease her entrance.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, I sink my cock into Selene's welcoming heat, groaning at the exquisite sensation of her tightness enveloping me. She lets out a soft moan, her back arching as I fill her completely.
I take a moment to savor the feeling, my hips pressed flush against her ass, my length nestled deep within her core. Then, with a gentle roll of my hips, I begin to move, setting a slow, steady pace designed to stretch and prepare her for the pleasures to come.
Each thrust is precise, calculated to hit that sweet spot inside her that makes her quiver and gasp. My hands roam her body, caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and tracing the delicate curve of her waist.
As I continue to thrust into her, I reach around to palm her mons, rubbing the sensitive flesh in time with my movements. Selene's breathy moans encourage me, spurring me on as I drive deeper, chasing the peak of her pleasure.
Suddenly, I withdraw nearly all the way, leaving only the tip of my cock inside her. The sudden emptiness makes her whimper, her hips twitching forward in a desperate bid to recapture the sensation.
"Not yet, my pet," I murmur, giving her ass a firm smack. "First, I want to hear you beg for it."
I resume my thrusts, picking up speed and depth, each stroke designed to build the pressure coiling within her. Selene's pleas for more grow louder, her nails digging into the sheets as she strains towards release.
"Please..." Selene's voice is raw, needy, laced with desperation. "Please, Adrian... I need you. I need to feel you filling me."
Her words ignite a primal hunger within me, a dark desire to dominate, to conquer, to lay waste to all resistance. With a feral snarl, I grip her hips and slam into her, burying myself to the hilt with each powerful thrust.
Selene screams, her body shaking with the force of my possession. I set a punishing pace, relentless in my pursuit of her ultimate surrender. Each snap of my hips drives her closer to the precipice, her inner muscles fluttering around my shaft, trying desperately to milk my seed.
"Come for me, Selene," I command, my voice rough with exertion.
Selene's orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her walls clenching around me in a vice-like grip as she screams my name. I ride out the tremors of her climax, once again forcing myself to ignore the power that is within my reach. I prolong her pleasure with shallow, grinding thrusts that keep her teetering on the edge.
Only when her cries subside and her body goes limp do I allow myself to succumb to my own release. With a guttural roar, I bury myself to the root and spill my essence deep inside her, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.
As the last pulses of my orgasm fade, I collapse onto her back, my weight pressing her into the mattress. I nuzzle into her neck, breathing in the scent of our combined passion, savoring the aftermath of our coupling.
"We're far from done, little huntress," I whisper huskily against Selene's ear, my lips brushing the tender skin. "This was merely the beginning. Tonight, I will explore every inch of your body, wring every drop of pleasure from you, and mold you into the perfect plaything for my desires."
I trail my fingertips down her sides, over her hips, and between her thighs, gathering the remnants of our lovemaking. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I lick her essence from my fingers, savoring the taste of her submission.
"Now, rest," I instruct, rolling off her and pulling her into my embrace. "Recover your strength, for we have a long night ahead of us, filled with pleasure, pain, and the gradual unraveling of your will until there is nothing left but the pure, unadulterated devotion to serving me."
As Selene drifts off to sleep, cradled in my arms, I allow myself a moment of quiet contemplation. Her presence has disrupted the carefully crafted facade of detachment I've maintained for so long, stirring something deep within me that I thought long dead.
I brush a strand of hair from her forehead, my touch gentle despite the darkness simmering beneath the surface. There's a part of me that wants to hold onto this feeling, to explore these newfound emotions, but I know better. Emotions are weaknesses, vulnerabilities that can be exploited.
No, I must remain vigilant, maintain control. Selene is a valuable asset, a tool to be used and discarded when she's served her purpose. And yet, as I watch her sleep, I find myself wondering what it would be like to let go, to lose myself in the chaos of human connection.