Chapter 153

Adrien's POV:

“Harder,” he whispered.

I growled, rolling my hips in a way that made him break into a moan. He panted. “I am just... fuck, I needed you to know. I trust her. She’s not a threat. I want you to know that.”

I didn’t answer at first.

I let my body do the talking until he was breathless, clutching me like he would drown without me.

And then I bit down on his shoulder and muttered against his skin, “I don’t care if she is a saint. No one gets to know more about us than I do.”

Kieran smiled, even through the moan that followed. “You are possessive.”

“You are mine,” I said darkly. “And I hate sharing. I told you this before.”

“I know,” he whispered, mouth near my ear. “That’s why I told you.”

That shut me up.

He wasn’t comparing. He was choosing me.

Even in that moment. Especially in that moment.

We collapsed into the sheets sometime later, sweat sticking to skin, lips swollen, chests heaving.

Kieran’s head rested against my shoulder. My hand stroked lazy circles