I hadn't even caught my breath before Adrien moved.
One moment, I was boneless on the sheets, my body still pulsing from the last orgasm, and the next—his hands were under me, lifting me like I weighed nothing. I gasped, arms flying around his neck as he rose to his feet with me wrapped around him, his body still hot and pulsing with need.
"Adrien—"
"I told you," he rasped, voice wrecked. "I'm not done."
His mouth crashed into mine, brutal and claiming. Then he broke away and hoisted me higher—until both of my legs were draped over his broad shoulders, my back pressed to the cool wall just beside the bed. My eyes went wide as he adjusted his grip, one arm looped beneath my spine, the other wrapped tight around my hips to anchor me.
"I want to watch you break for me like this," he growled, lips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "Want to fuck you like this—high and open, where you can't move, can't run. Just feel me."
My body clenched around nothing.
