Adrian's gaze darkened as Joi's soft words lingered between them. I want you. It shattered his restraint. In a heartbeat, he closed the space between them, his lips crashing onto hers with raw, unfiltered desire.
The kiss was demanding, urgent—his tongue swept against hers, coaxing her into submission. Joi melted beneath his touch, her body arching instinctively as heat pooled in her core. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer as the world outside ceased to exist. There was no Sophia, no Anna—only Adrian. Only this wildfire burning between them.
Adrian's hands roamed her body, each touch a brand against her skin. His palms slid down her waist, over her hips, mapping every curve with reverence and hunger. The thin fabric of her dress was no barrier to his exploration. Her breath hitched when his fingers traced her thighs, teasing but deliberate.
"Adrian…" Joi's voice quivered, her cheeks flushed as her body betrayed her innocence. The need in her voice lit something feral in him.
Adrian paused, his forehead resting against hers as his gaze searched her eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked, voice low, ragged.
Joi's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. She looked up at him, her trust and desire laid bare. "I want this. I want you."
That was all he needed.
In one swift motion, Adrian swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, but the look in his eyes was anything but gentle. It was possession. He knelt over her, his body caging hers as he kissed her again—deeper, slower this time, as if savoring every second. His lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, where he bit softly, eliciting a gasp that only fueled him further.
Her dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist as Adrian's gaze drank her in. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated her bare skin, leaving no inch of her hidden. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice rough as he lowered himself to kiss down her br**sts, leaving a trail of fire with his mouth.
Joi trembled beneath him, her fingers sinking into his hair as he worshipped her body. Every kiss, every touch unraveled her until she couldn't think—couldn't breathe—without him. "Adrian… please…" Her soft plea escaped her lips before she realized it, a spark of desperation in her voice.
Adrian groaned softly at her words, his own restraint hanging by a thread. He shed his shirt, his sculpted body bathed in silver light as he hovered over her once more. "Tell me if it's too much," he whispered, his voice a promise.
Joi shook her head, her eyes filled with trust and longing. "Don't stop."
Adrian didn't.
His hands parted her legs, spreading her open beneath him. Adrian froze for a moment, taking in the sight of her—vulnerable, waiting, hers and his alone. The thought ignited something primal inside him, but the tightness of her entrance stopped him. A low groan escaped his lips as he realized the truth. She's a virgin.
"Joi…" He brushed his lips against her forehead, his voice hoarse with restraint. "It's going to hurt. I'll try to be gentle."
Joi's breath hitched, her heart hammering in her chest. She nodded, fingers gripping his shoulders. "It's okay, Adrian. I trust you."
Adrian lined himself up, his body tense as he pushed forward, his thickness meeting resistance. Her walls clenched around him, impossibly tight, making him curse under his breath. "Damn…" He fought to move slowly, but the heat of her, the sweet way she enveloped him, made control a challenge.
Joi gasped, her nails digging into his back as a sharp sting shot through her body. "Adrian…!" Her voice broke, pain lacing every syllable as tears pricked her eyes. She trembled beneath him, her body instinctively trying to retreat, but Adrian cupped her face, forcing her to look at him.
"I've got you," he whispered, his lips brushing over hers, tender and patient. "Breathe, Joi. I won't hurt you more than I have to."
His voice soothed her, and slowly, she relaxed, even as he pushed deeper. Her tightness stretched around him, driving him to the edge of sanity, but Adrian gritted his teeth, fighting back the primal urge to claim her quickly. He stroked his thumb along her cheek, kissing away the tear that slipped free.
Joi whimpered softly, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. "It hurts…"
"I know, sweetheart," Adrian murmured, his voice rough yet soft. "You're doing so well." He stilled completely, giving her time to adjust. So tight. So sweet. She was like nothing he'd ever known, and it drove him wild knowing he was the first—and would be the only—to have her like this.
When her breathing steadied, Joi blinked up at him, the pain slowly giving way to something else. Her hands relaxed on his back, her legs tentatively wrapping around him as she whispered, "You can move now…"
Adrian exhaled deeply, pressing his forehead against hers as he began to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that had her gasping softly in his ear. Her body adjusted little by little, the discomfort fading as pleasure sparked in its place.
"Adrian…" she moaned, her voice softer now, uncertain but inviting. The sound unraveled him, making him shudder with restraint.
"You're perfect," Adrian groaned, his thrusts deepening as her body molded to his. "You're mine, Joi. All mine."
Joi clung to him, every movement pulling her deeper into something new, something more. The pain was forgotten, replaced by waves of pleasure she'd never imagined. Her body arched beneath his, welcoming him completely, and with every whisper of her name on his lips, Joi knew this night would change her forever.
"You're mine now," Adrian whispered against her ear, his voice strained but controlled. He began to move, slow at first, drawing every sensation out of her. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rolling through her, building higher with every passing second.
Joi clung to him, her body reacting instinctively to his. Her gasps turned to soft moans, her nails raking down his back as the fire between them burned hotter. Adrian growled softly, his control shattering as her body welcomed him. He moved faster, deeper, driven by an unrelenting need to claim her fully.
The world disappeared as they moved together, their breaths mingling, their bodies slick with heat. "Adrian…" Joi gasped, her body trembling as her release hit her like a crashing wave. She cried out his name, and that was Adrian's undoing.
He groaned deeply, his body tensing as he followed her over the edge, pulling her closer as if he could merge them into one. They collapsed together, their bodies tangled beneath the sheets, the room heavy with the aftermath of their passion.
Later, wrapped in his arms, Joi traced lazy circles on Adrian's chest, her body still humming with satisfaction. The warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart—it felt like home.
Adrian tilted her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You're not alone, Joi," he said softly, his voice rough from their shared passion. "You'll never be alone again."
Joi smiled faintly, her heart full. "I believe you."
Adrian pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling her closer. Outside, the first light of dawn painted the horizon, but inside, Joi felt something she hadn't in a long time—safe, loved, and completely his.