CHAPTER 181: THE UNIVERSE IN MY ARMS [III]

Adrien’s eyes flashed with heat as he took in my reaction, a triumphant smirk twisting his lips. He leaned in, his mouth hovering over mine, his breath mingling with mine in a heady dance.

"Tell me, love," he murmured against my lips, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you want me to take you right here against this wall? Or would you prefer the bed?"

I could barely think straight, let alone form coherent words. All I knew was that I needed him—now. I arched into him, my hips grinding against his hardness, my hands clutching at his shirt, desperate for more.

"Bed," I managed to gasp out, my voice barely a whisper.

A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that vibrated straight through me. "The bed it is."

Then he dropped me onto the bed.

Not hard. Not gentle. Just urgent.

I bounced slightly, dazed, as his body followed mine down in a controlled fall. His hands went to my thighs, spreading them apart like he had every right to, like the space between them had always belonged to him.

He hovered over me, the moonlight slicing across his face, carving shadows into his jaw, his cheekbones, and his wild eyes.

And then hs mouth crashed down on mine again—hot, bruising, devastating. There was no softness in the way he kissed me now. Just raw, guttural need, sharp and consuming, like he was trying to brand himself into me. And maybe I wanted him to. Maybe I wanted to be ruined by him.

His hands were everywhere. Rough and reverent. He tore the ruined silk of my dress farther apart, seams snapping under his grip until the fabric gaped open, leaving my skin exposed to the cool air and his burning gaze.

"Pleasure’s a curse when I’m with you," he muttered. "I can’t get enough. It’s like you’re poison, and I’m addicted to the pain and the pleasure of craving more."

His fingers skimmed over my bare skin like he was memorizing every inch, not gently—but deliberately. There was weight behind every stroke, every squeeze, as if he needed to feel that I was real.

When his mouth moved down to my chest, I arched into him without shame, my hands threading into his hair, nails digging into his scalp. He groaned when I tugged, that beautiful, brutal sound vibrating against my skin as he bit into the top of my breast. Just enough to sting.

A sharp, sweet agony shot through me, and I cried out his name, a sound that was half-plea, half-surrender.

He lifted his head, a dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he surveyed the faint red mark his teeth had left. "Good," he breathed, the word a promise. Then he moved to my other breast, lavishing it with the same torturous attention—laving, sucking, and finally, biting down just as hard, drawing another broken sound from my throat.

When his lips finally left my breast, I whimpered at the loss, my chest heaving as I struggled for air. But Adrien wasn’t done with me yet.

His fingers pressing over my soaked panties. The contact was swift, certain, like he knew exactly where to touch, how to undo me with barely any effort. I cried out, hips jolting, but he pinned me down with his weight, his hand gripping my thigh as he dragged it higher around his waist.

"Look how wet you are," he rasped, pressing his forehead to mine as his fingers stroked me through the fabric. "You’re burning up, sweetheart... this fucking heat—what did they put in you..."

"I don’t care," I gasped. "Just don’t stop."

His mouth was on mine before I could say anything else—biting, demanding, filled with unspoken apologies. His hand shoved the damp fabric aside, and then his fingers slid into me, slow and deep.

I moaned so loud it felt obscene, my back arching off the bed, my body already trembling.

"You’re perfect," he gritted. "So fucking tight."

His fingers delved deeper, curling inward to stroke that aching spot inside me. I bucked against him, my hips rolling in time with his touch, chasing the pleasure he was so effortlessly coaxing from me.

Adrien’s lips returned to mine, a hard, demanding kiss that left me breathless and wanting more. His tongue plunged into my mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his fingers, and I could feel my release building with each thrust, each sweep.

"This is it, love," he murmured against my lips, his voice low and urgent. "You’re taking it so well."

His fingers moved faster, stroking me with an intensity that bordered on ruthless. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, my body writhing beneath him. He swallowed my cries, his tongue tangling with mine as he continued to drive me higher and higher.

And then I shattered, my release crashing over me like a wave, leaving me gasping and shaking in its wake. Adrien didn’t relent, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure. When I finally went limp beneath him, he pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he sat back on his knees.

He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion, revealing the hard lines of his chest and the ridges of his abdomen.

I couldn’t help but reach out, my fingers tracing the contours of his muscles as I marveled at the sight of him. He let me explore, his breath hitching when I ran my fingertips over his defined muscles.

As I touched him, I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me, a fierce need to keep him safe and loved. I knew that he would do the same for me, that he would move heaven and earth to ensure my happiness and well-being.

Adrien leaned down, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss that belied the wildfire of desire that still burned between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against me.

He reached for the waistband of his pants, but I stopped him, my hands pushing his away. "Let me," I whispered, my voice husky with need.

He smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made my heart race. "Be my guest," he said, his voice thick with desire.

I fumbled with the button and zipper, my hands shaking with anticipation.

Adrien groaned, his eyes closing as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him with a newfound confidence. He felt so good in my hand, so warm and alive.

"God, love," he breathed, his hips thrusting into my grip. "You’re going to be the death of me."

I smiled, a wicked smile that I knew would drive him wild. "Maybe I want to be," I teased, tightening my grip on him.

With a fierce growl, he pinned me to the bed, his cock sliding against my slick heat without entering, teasing, torturing.

"Beg me," he whispered against my ear. "Beg me to ruin you."

"Please," I sobbed, trembling beneath him. "I need you, Adrien—I need you to ruin me. Break me. Just don’t stop."

And then, wth one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside me, and the world went white.

I cried out, my hands clawing at his back, my body stretching around him, overwhelmed by the sheer force of him. He didn’t move at first—just stayed there, fully seated, head bowed, arms shaking as he held himself still.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed. "You feel like heaven."

Then he started to move.

Not slow. Not gentle. But with a rhythm that spoke of desperation, of a man trying to carve himself into the woman beneath him so deeply that no one could ever take her from him.

Every thrust was fierce, brutal, devastating—but laced with kisses, touches, murmured "I love you"s between clenched teeth.

His pace was merciless, each powerful stroke hitting that sweet spot within me and sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through my veins. I was lost to the pleasure, to the sensation of being so completely, utterly claimed by this man who had captured my heart and soul.

Adrien’s mouth found mine again, his kiss a brand of passion and possession. I sucked on his tongue, my own thrusting back to tangle with his in a heated dance. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me to meet his relentless thrusts, each one burying him deeper inside me.

I was already teetering on the edge, my climax building with every powerful stroke, every nip of his teeth, and every whispered vow of devotion. But Adrien was relentless, driving me higher and higher until I thought I might shatter into a million pieces.

"Adrien!" I cried out, my voice a raw, pleading moan.

"We both know you can be louder."

"Come on, princess," he coaxed, his hips snapping against mine as he drove into me with a ferocity that bordered on animalistic. I felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me, my body trembling on the precipice of release.

And then, with a roar that echoed through the room, Adrien buried himself one final time, his cock throbbing as he spilled himself deep inside me. The sensation of his hot seed filling me sent me careening over the edge, my own climax crashing down upon me like a tsunami.

I screamed his name, my body convulsing around his as wave after wave of electric pleasure pulsed through me. Adrien held me close, his arms a vice around my back as he rode out his own release, his hips still grinding against mine in a slow, sweeping rhythm.

As the aftershocks of our climaxes faded, Adrien collapsed onto me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I wrapped my arms around him, not caring about the sweat, the mess, or the ache between my thighs. All I cared about was that he was here. With me.