CHAPTER 290: SHE WAS THE DEATH OF HIM

Mature Content 18+. You have been warned, sweeties so please proceed only if you are okay with it.

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The simple act of rolling the thin sheath over his hardness while he knelt between her legs, watching her every movement with hooded, burning eyes, felt more intimate than anything else had so far.

By the time she was done, both of them were panting, seemingly short of breath.

Adrian’s restraint shattered. He pushed her gently but firmly back against the bed, his lips descending on her neck, scattering hungry and lingering kisses that trailed down her collarbone.

His mouth closed around her breast, sucking, savoring, while his hand slid back between her thighs.

"Ah!" Ella gasped when he slipped one long finger slipped inside her slick heat, followed by another, stretching her.

Tears welled up in her eyes but the pleasure overwhelmed her. She clenched around his fingers, instinctively moving her hips to guide him even deeper.

The moment he saw that she had adjusted to his fingers, he moved them inside her.

Meanwhile, his mouth latched onto her hardened nipple, playing with it between his teeth.

The man lifted his gaze and showered the same attention on her other breast before giving it a rough lick.

Ella moaned, clutching his bicep with desperate fingers, her body trembling as the rhythm of his hand grew more insistent.

But soon, Ella came to realize something. He was pushing her to the edge but not letting her come. As if... as if he was tormenting her.

When his eyes locked with hers, the movement of his fingers slowed, "Say it, Ella."

Her lips trembled. She bit down to hold back her whimper, but his relentless touch broke her, her breathless confession spilling out between gasps. "I... I want you, Adrian."

His expression hardened with that unshakable, obsessive need.

He withdrew his fingers, positioning himself at her entrance.

Ella braced herself, thinking she was ready.

But the moment he pushed just the tip inside, her body tensed, a sharp cry of pain tearing from her lips.

Adrian’s entire body went rigid the instant her cry tore through the room.

His chest heaved, his forehead dropping against hers as if he was holding himself back by sheer force.

"Elle..." His voice was laced with a desperation he was trying to chain down.

Her nails dug into his arm, clinging to him as though he was both the cause of her pain and the only anchor she had in that moment.

Her breath trembled, her chest rising and falling wildly, every inch of her sensitive and stretched.

Adrian’s jaw clenched as he withdrew slightly, almost pulling away, but she caught him with both hands.

"Don’t," she whispered,brushing her lips against the corner of his mouth.

The tension in his muscles coiled tighter. He kissed her temple, her cheeks, her trembling lips; such soft, reverent kisses that contrasted his usual ruthlessness.

His hand smoothed down her side, soothing circles along her waist while his other hand threaded through her hair, urging her to breathe with him.

"Look at me," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes locking with hers.

She blinked through the sting in her eyes, her lower lip trembling. The tenderness in his gaze shattered her, made her ache in a different way altogether.

Slowly, her body began to relax under his calming strokes, her hips adjusting to his hardness.

"Good girl..." he murmured, pressing another kiss to her lips, slow and lingering, as though savoring every second.

He didn’t thrust deeper; he simply stayed there, letting her body mold to him.

And suddenly, the pain faded, gradually replaced by the burning pleasure she had felt before.

Ella whimpered against his mouth, her thighs trembling as his unfamiliar fullness that sent shivers spiraling down her spine.

She clenched around him instinctively. And his entire body shuddered as a guttural groan escaped his throat, his restraint nearly snapping.

But still, he held on, burying his face in her neck as though to stop himself from moving.

Her hands slid up his back, nails raking lightly over the tense muscles.

Her lips brushed his ear, her voice weak yet demanding, "Adrian... Please..."

When her soft voice fell on his ears, he pulled back just enough to search her face, confirming she meant it.

Then, with a deep breath, he finally pushed further inside, slow and deliberate, every inch making her gasp and cling harder to him.

Her nails dug into his skin as though she’d drown without him.

Adrian’s breath hitched and his body trembled from the effort it took not to lose himself entirely.

Inch by inch, he filled her, stretching her until she was gasping, until her back arched off the bed.

Her legs wrapped tighter around his hips, urging him closer, deeper.

The moment he was fully seated inside her, he froze again, his forehead pressed to hers, both of them gasping for air like they had been thrown into fire.

"You’re... so tight," His voice was broken, guttural, as though he was fighting against himself.

Her eyes glistened, her voice a trembling whisper. "I..." Gulping, she softly spoke, "You were my first..." And she had thought the second time wouldn’t hurt as much.

Adrian’s gaze deepened every so slightly. Both of them were way too inebriated to pay attention to these things.

While Adrian had confessed she was his first, Ella had messed around with him, teasing him about it.

Ella thought he knew, but his current reaction told her he wasn’t as sure till now...

"Baby..." Ella hooked her arms around his neck.

Adrian’s eyes clouded with desire and something she couldn’t quite name.

With a deep groan, he pulled out halfway and drove back in, slow but deeper, harder.

Ella cried out, her nails clawing his shoulders.

His thrusts began unsteady, each one tearing a new sound from her throat. Her body struggled to adjust while she craved more of him.

And then his rhythm steadied, deep, rolling strokes that dragged against every sensitive inch inside her.

Her moans filled the room, soft at first, then louder, echoing with every thrust.

His hands framed her face, his kisses relentless—her mouth, her jaw, her neck like he needed to devour every part of her.

When her hips started to move against his, meeting his thrusts with frantic urgency, he lost the last of his composure.

He pinned her wrists above her head, "You are the death of me,’’ his words fell on her lips in a soft whisper and in the next moment, his cock slammed harder, faster, until the bed rocked beneath them.

"Adrian..." Each movement wrung another cry from her lips, and he swallowed them with bruising kisses, his tongue tangling with hers in a battle as wild as their bodies.

"Baby, not there—Ahh!" she gasped, her legs trembling as he angled his hips just right, making her convulse around him.

"Who do you belong to?" his low voice fell by her ears as he thrust deeper.

"I... I..." she whimpered, biting her lip, her body burning under his.

Had Ella been sane, she would have laughed, mocked, jabbed that this was no fairytale, and she only belonged to herself!

But at this moment, she was holding onto him for dear life. And Adrian seem to know every nerve in her body, every damn way to control her.

He pulled himself out of her and her body seemed to ache by the sudden emptiness, "Who do you belong to, Ella?"

And that was all it took for Ella to push herself closer, "You..." She whimpered under him, "I belong to you."

That was it!

He slammed inside her with a rough thrust that made her gasp.

His thrusts turned brutal, punishing, his groans mingling with her gasps.

One hand held her wrists pinned, the other gripping her thigh and throwing her leg over his shoulder, splitting her wide open for him.

Her back arched, her cries breaking into sobs of pleasure as he hit deeper, rougher, dragging her closer to the edge.

Her climax ripped through her in violent waves, her entire body spasming around him, clamping so tight he growled low in his throat and lost all control.

He thrust through her cries, groaning her name as his own release tore out of him, his body shaking as he spilled deep inside her.

For long moments, they just clung to each other, breathless, trembling, slick with sweat.

Ella’s thighs shook around him, her eyes dazed as her chest heaved.

They remained still in that position, him still buried inside for a long time before he pulled out and discarded the used condom.

Adrian kissed her temple again and again. He shifted to the bed, only to tug her body against his chest.

Spooning her from behind, he held her like he never wanted to let go.

"Elle..." He kissed her hair.