CHAPTER 183: THE UNIVERSE IN MY ARMS: ROUND THREE?

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.

His tongue traced the crease where my thigh met my core, and I cried out, my hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

He didn’t tease.

He devoured me.

Pinned to the wall, legs thrown over his shoulders, I could do nothing but take it—his tongue stroking deep, relentless, and merciless. His mouth latched onto my clit, sucking with a pressure that made my spine arch and my scream echo through the room.

"ngh, Adrien—!"

He groaned into me like my taste was his drug, his arms flexing to keep me trapped in place, thighs shaking against his broad shoulders. His tongue worked faster, filthier, dragging sounds from my mouth I didn’t know I could make. His stubble scraped my inner thighs, grounding me in the most delicious pain.

When I came, I nearly passed out.

My vision went white. My scream broke in my throat. My body convulsed around his tongue as I shattered completely, trembling, gasping, undone.

And he didn’t stop.

He licked me through it, carried me right past it—until I was sobbing into his shoulder, clawing at his hair, shaking uncontrollably from how much it was, how deep it went.

Only then did he pull back, face slick with me, eyes black with hunger.

"Still with me, princess?" he murmured, voice shredded.

I nodded, dazed, wrecked, and ruined.

His arms shifted again—effortless, dominant, making me slip down a little— legs were still slung over his shoulders, thighs trembling, and my back pressed flat against the wall. His hands gripped just beneath my ass—firm, commanding, holding me up like I weighed nothing. And my hands? They were tangled behind his neck, knotted into the sweat-damp hair at his nape, clinging like my life depended on it.

I was completely open to him

. Spread wide, high, flushed, and trembling—my ass nearly aligned with his waist, the only thing anchoring me was the brute strength of his arms.

And then he pulled back and slammed into me.

Not slow. Not careful.

He filled me in one brutal, upward thrust, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that punched straight through my core. I screamed, head falling back against the wall with a soft thud as my body clenched around him.

"Jesus," I choked. "Adrien—"

"I know," he ground out through clenched teeth. "I know, sweetheart."

His grip on me tightened, his arms locked under my thighs, holding me completely open, completely at his mercy. He pulled out halfway—just enough to feel the drag—then slammed back in with a force that made the wall tremble behind us.

I cried out again, clutching at him as he set a punishing pace. His rhythm was brutal, a relentless assault on my senses that erased everything but him. The dull thud of my head against the plaster became a metronome to his rhythm, each impact a fresh wave of dizzying pleasure. There was no thought, only sensation: the solid strength of his body holding me aloft, the exquisite friction of him inside me.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through my head.

Somehow, I pried my heavy eyelids open and looked up at him. His face was a mask of savage concentration, sweat beading on his brow, his jaw tight with the effort of holding us both. But his eyes—they were black holes of undiluted lust, burning into mine, tracking every flicker of emotion, every gasp, every twitch of my body as he moved.

He drove into me again, and again, the angle obscene, perfect, and hitting a place deep inside that I didn’t know existed. A knot of pleasure, so tight and agonizing, began to pull at my core. It was too much. It was not enough. My body, already shattered and rebuilt twice, was coming apart at the seams again.

"Please," I sobbed, though I didn’t know what I was begging for. More? Mercy? Both? My nails dug into the hard muscle of his shoulders, my own body beginning to convulse with the first tremors of another release.

He saw it in my eyes, felt it in the way I clenched around him. "I’ve got you," he rasped, his own control fraying, sheering away with every ragged breath. "Just let go for me, princess. Break."

And I did.

The command was all my body needed. My third—or was it fourth?—orgasm ripped through me with a violence that stole the air from my lungs. It wasn’t a gentle wave; it was a lightning strike, a feral, keening scream tearing from my throat as my vision bleached white. I arched against him, every muscle in my body seizing, helpless and completely his.

My climax triggered his.

He roared, a raw, primal sound of pure release, and drove into me one last, soul-stealing time. His body went rigid, his powerful frame shuddering with the force of his own completion. He pumped into me, hot and thick, a final, definitive claim that branded me to my very soul.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, pinned together against the wall. His pulse thundered against my cheek, mirroring the frantic beat of my own. My legs, weak as a newborn colt’s, trembled on his shoulder. His thick arms were the only thing keeping me upright, his forehead pressed against mine, our harsh, ragged breaths mingling in the small space between us.

Slowly, carefully, he began to lower me. He didn’t let me go, just slid me down the wall until my feet found the floor, my knees immediately buckling. He caught me, his arms banding around my waist, and turned us so my back was against his chest. He folded me into his arms, burying his face in my hair as my weight sagged against him, my body utterly spent.

The silence that followed was thick, warm, and vibrating with aftershocks.

Adrien hadn’t moved in a full minute. His chest was still heaving against my back, both of us covered in sweat, limbs tangled in each other.

His arms were a cage of warmth and solid muscle around me, his chin resting on the crown of my head. I could feel the steady, slowing thump of his heart against my spine, a grounding rhythm in the chaotic aftermath of what we’d just done. The air was thick with our scents—sweat, sex, and something else, something uniquely Adrien that was already branding itself into my memory.

My body still trembled in small, involuntary spasms, hypersensitive from the brutal intensity of it all. My thighs ached. My voice was gone. But even in that haze, I never once felt unsafe.

Just... overwhelmed.

Adrien’s breath ghosted across my ear, warm and ragged. His lips pressed to the back of my ears, then lingered there.

Then came the voice. Low. Strained. Barely a whisper.

"Did I hurt you?"

The question hung in the air, a fragile thing in the wake of the storm he’d unleashed. It was so at odds with the man who had just taken me apart against the wall, so tender and laced with a vulnerability that sliced right through the lingering haze of pleasure. For a moment, I couldn’t process it.

My pulse stuttered at the rawness of his tone. He sounded like he hated himself just for needing to ask.

"I tried to hold back," he rasped, shifting slightly to ease my body more fully into his. "But I—I couldn’t. I wasn’t gentle. And I should’ve been. I should’ve—" He stopped, jaw tightening, breath hitching.

"I’m sorry," he said again, and this time it was hoarse, torn from somewhere deep. "Fuck. I’m so sorry, love."

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