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Chapter 29

Adrian's Pov

When I heard these words I melted inside, I didn't know what to do anymore...

Was he really going insane, because he was unable to touch my body? "Just a taste, just one-time." he confessed in a lower, intimate tone.

"Or is it just a fling?" I wondered

My voice broke instantly, "What are you saying? We shouldn't be talking you are not in a going state, you're drunk"

"I’m not drunk and just saying, I want you and I'm willing to pay for whatever you’re willing to give me. One night. One moment. I’ll pay you if that’s what it takes; I’ll…"

"Stop." The word was sharp and cold as fury replaced the desire that clouded my judgment. "Just stop."

He blinked his eyes twice. He now understood what his words really meant.

"I'm not a prostitute, Darcy." My voice shook with anger and hurt. "I don’t need your money. So this is how you see me, like I can be bought?"

"No, I didn't mean…"

"What didn’t you mean? Your words were clear, it means you'd want to pay me for sex, like the way they treat whores on the street, like..."

I didn’t even finish my statement; it hurts deeper than I thought. My mind flashbacks to some painful memories I wish not to remember. The stripper club and what I did there just for money. The way we showed our body just for men to throw money at our bodies. The way we strip, opening our legs for men to pay our bills. The dancing and men taking our body like a mere commodity instead of something precious to me. Something I owed. Then how Martin sold my virginity to a stranger. My heart wiped.

I decided to walk past him, to leave him before I say or do something I might regret or worse—before I gave in to the part of me that wanted to say yes despite his insult. The truth still remains that I want him.

His hand gently yet firmly caught my wrist. "Wait. Please, just wait."

"Let me go, Darcy."

"I'm sorry Adrian, but tell me the truth first." He looked at my eyes deeply, searching for answers, "Tell me you don’t feel this way I'm feeling and I’ll walk out of that door and never mention it again.Tell me you don't want me the same way I want you."

The question carries weight, I didn't have an answer. It lingered between us.

I opened my mouth to lie, to give him exactly what he asked for. to run away from these feelings that threatened to overwhelm me.

But the words wouldn’t come.

Because that would be a lie. Because I did want him, had desired him for a long time now, and had fought against it every day since after the kiss. Standing here with his hand on my wrist and the way his eyes met mine with desires, I couldn’t pretend any longer.

"I—" My voice faltered. "I can’t…"

He sensed the truth in my silence—the unspoken feelings written all over my face. He knew I desired him and couldn't say it.

And then, without waiting for the next second, he kissed me.

This time It wasn’t tentative like before, he was sure about this. The kiss was testing or questioning.

He held my face in his hands, as I turned my head left and right for a deeper kiss, and I melted into him.

He rolled his tongue on mine and my moans escaped in his mouth, that was part of surrender and part of my relief. I longed to kiss him again and this was it. It was intense. He kissed me deeply like he wanted me.

This was what I had been to fight against. He kisses like an expert.

It took my breath away.

I kissed him back passionately. As we sucked on each other's lips, I let out all the feelings I had been holding back for months.

Then I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, even though a part of my mind was warning me it was wrong but I didn’t care anymore.

His lip tasted like whiskey and desire, His right hand was on my ass pressing them while the other hand was still on my cheeks as he kissed me passionately. Every touch felt like both coming home and unraveling simultaneously.

When he pressed me against the counter and carried me to sit on it. I felt an overflow of desires.

I wrapped one of my legs on his back to make his body touch mine.

I moaned at the contact. Then he deepened his kiss. His tongue explored every wall of my mouth in a way that sent shivers through my body.

"Adrian," he moaned on my name on his lips, it was a mix of plea and prayer. "Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this."

But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

Instead I pulled him closer and showed how I felt in actions, not my words.

His hands got to my waist, just then I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him closer.

The kiss became intense and needy. Wè tried to satisfy a deep desire that we had been holding back for a long time.

"Not here," he whispered on my neck, placing kisses on my jaw. "Not like this. You deserve..."

"I don’t care," I replied, "I don’t care where or how. I just need…" the rawness in my voice surprised me. "I've not felt like this before please, just..."

He kissed me again, that stopped me from saying anything.

Then he lifted me, my legs were wrapped on his waist then he carried me through the hallway.

I placed my face on his neck, as I inhaled his sweet scent, feeling his solid strength under my hands.

We managed to reach his bedroom.

He locked his doors then he kissed me again, he laid me gently on the bed as if I was something precious and his lips traced my earlobes down to my neck then to my breast line.

“Stop,” I said, my breath harder this time. I was a bit scared.

“You don't feel like any more,”

“Continue,” I said.

Then he unzipped me, I was bare in front of him. His eyes ate me first before he stared. His gaze darkened with desire as it roamed over my body.

Our hands exploring our skins. He pulled all my dress gently off my body then when his mouth licked my hard nipples, I felt I was going crazy at once. The pleasure was much. I was on cloud nine already.

He tongues circles them with calculated precision. I had forgotten that the man teasing me and satisfying my pleasure is my boss.

He pulled back and stared at me again.

"You’re so beautiful," he breathed, his fingers gliding along my collarbone and down between my breasts, my scar, he made me arch for his touch. "I’ve dreamed about this. About you."

Then his mouth was on my skin again, kissing and tasting my body from my neck down to my stomach, discovering every sensitive spot.

“Darcy,” I moaned his name

His lips made me feel wanted, feel cherished and desired like I had never known.

Then he went down to my tights. I was already dripping wet but he didn't mind. He traced his tongue to my clit and met every part of it with his mouth.

“Hmmm…” I moaned

At the moment, I forgot my worries, forgot every ounce of pain I'd gone through in life. I've never known what intimacy felt like but tonight, I experienced sweetness.

“You're so sweet Adrian” he murmured while I placed my hands on his head, grinding my body in my mouth. As he pulled out he kissed me deeply and I tasted myself in my lips.

“You taste so nice,”

When he moved on top of me, as his body pressed on mine, it felt completely right and natural.

"Adrian," he called me, his forehead resting on mine. "Are you sure?"

I kissed him as a sign of acceptance. I poured every ounce of yearning and need and fear into that kiss. He groaned against my lips, and together we moved, he filled his shaft inside of me. It was a big one but he was gentle.

Our bodies met, finding the rhythm that suits it well as though our bodies had met in a past life.

It was overwhelming and intense, unlike what I had thought.

Every touch felt electrifying; every kiss felt necessary; every moment felt like both too much and not nearly enough.

He fucked me like he meant something. I felt like a woman for the first time in my life. He didn't stop moaning my name and telling me how sweet I was as his shaft walked every part of my cunt.

His gaze filled with the entirety of his affection.

When pleasure began to build to an unbearable peak. He stroked me faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The clapping of skin to skin sound filled the room while I moaned loudly. Sweat dripping.

When my body tensed and I was at the peak of pleasure then I came shattered with bliss under him, he followed me pouring his juice into my cunt as he called out my name while he came.

That felt like a long-kept truth.

"Adrian," he said softly, and I could feel he had a lot of questions to ask in the way he uttered my name.

But I wasn’t ready for questions. I didn’t want to ponder what this meant, what came next, or how we have succeeded in complicating things.

"Not now," I whispered. "Can we just… not talk about it for now?"

His grip around me tightened. "Okay. Not now."

I closed my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy what just happened at the moment.

I knew there was an inevitable storm coming because this changed everything. We had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed but for now I will sleep in peace cuddled in the arms of Darcy with the taste of him lingering on my lips, with my cunt still wanting him.

But in my wildest guess, I wasn't prepared for what would happen tomorrow.