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The night air was crisp, the city lights twinkling below like a thousand scattered diamonds. Serena stood at the windows of Adrian's penthouse, looking down at the world she had once been so eager to escape. The last few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, each moment intensifying her connection with Adrian.
Adrian's deep voice broke the silence. "You seem lost in thought."
She turned around slowly to face him, meeting his intense gaze. "I'm just thinking," she murmured, trying to hold onto the calm exterior she so desperately wanted to maintain. She wasn't sure if it was her surroundings, the life she had once known, or Adrian's presence that was making her feel so off-balance.
Adrian stepped closer, his presence consuming her every sense. His gaze never left hers as he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. The simple touch sent a wave of heat through her body. His touch, his proximity—it was all too much to ignore.
"You can think all you want," he said, his voice low and sultry, "but I can't promise I'll let you think for long."
Serena's breath hitched, but she stood her ground. "What do you want from me, Adrian?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't know what she was expecting, but she felt her body betraying her with each word.
"I want everything," he replied, his lips curling into a smirk. "I want you. Every part of you. Mentally, physically, emotionally." He reached for her then, his hand resting on her waist, pulling her toward him. "And I'll have you."
Serena's heart raced. His hands on her felt like fire, igniting something deep inside her she wasn't sure she wanted to acknowledge. But she couldn't deny the pull, the magnetic force that had drawn her to him from the very beginning.
He leaned in, his lips hovering over hers, his breath mingling with hers. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, his voice dripping with heat. "And I will."
Serena didn't say a word. She couldn't. Her body had already decided what it wanted. Her lips crashed into his, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside ceased to exist. It was just her and Adrian, locked in a battle of passion, of need, of hunger.
Adrian's hands were everywhere—sliding down her arms, pulling at the fabric of her dress. His touch was insistent, demanding, and Serena responded with equal fervor. Her body ached for him, ached for the connection they were about to share.
When his lips left hers, trailing a path down her neck, Serena gasped, her hands sliding into his hair, holding him close. She felt his breath against her skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot on her collarbone, sending electric shocks through her body. Every touch, every kiss, was sending her spiraling into a haze of desire.
"Adrian…" she breathed, her voice barely audible.
His hands moved lower, sliding under the fabric of her dress, tracing the curves of her body with expert precision. Serena's mind was spinning, every rational thought disappearing as his touch ignited a fire within her she had no control over.
Without a word, Adrian lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed with a strength that left her breathless. He didn't wait for her to catch up. He didn't need to. He knew exactly what he wanted, and for once, so did she.
The world around them disappeared as Adrian slowly undressed her, his hands reverent, as if he were savoring every inch of her skin. Serena felt exposed, vulnerable—but there was no shame. No hesitation. Not with Adrian. She needed him as much as he needed her.
The moment they were both fully exposed, Adrian leaned down, capturing her lips once more. Their kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was memorizing every inch of her. His hands roamed over her body, worshiping her in a way that sent waves of heat crashing through her.
Serena's body responded to him in ways she couldn't explain. Every touch was like a spark, igniting her, making her ache for more. She reached for him, her hands exploring the solid planes of his chest, the hard lines of his abdomen.
Adrian groaned softly as she ran her hands down his body, her touch like fire. He was everywhere—pressing against her, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands guiding her to the edge of madness.
"You're mine," he whispered, his voice a low growl.
Serena shuddered at the possessive tone in his voice, her body trembling with desire. She wanted to argue, to tell him that this wasn't about ownership—but the words never left her mouth. Instead, she pulled him closer, wanting more.
They were lost in each other, the world around them nothing but a blur. Time slowed, stretched, until nothing mattered except the overwhelming need for each other. Every kiss, every touch, every movement brought them closer to the edge of something they couldn't control.
And when they finally reached the peak, when everything exploded in a fiery rush of pleasure, Serena lost herself in him completely.
She lay in his arms afterward, her body aching, her heart full. Adrian held her close, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. Neither of them spoke for a long time. Words didn't seem necessary. The silence between them was filled with the weight of what they had shared—something raw, something real.
When Adrian finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost tender. "No regrets?" he asked, his eyes searching hers.
Serena met his gaze, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. "Not a single one."
Adrian smiled, pulling her closer. "Good. Because this is only the beginning."