“No… You need to stop, Eros.” Adriana’s voice trembled against his ear, her breath shallow, scattered. Her fingers pressed lightly into his shoulders—not to push him away, but as if she didn’t quite know whether to hold on tighter… or let go. But Eros didn’t stop. His hands continued to wander along the soft, sensitive skin of her thighs, slow and sure, while his lips lingered at the base of her neck. He traced her pulse with the tip of his tongue, leaving warm, pulsing kisses that made Adriana’s spine arch. “Please…” she whispered again, but this time with less certainty. Her hands now tangled in his hair, she held him there like she needed him and needed space all at once. Eros heard her plead, so he stilled and lifted his head, his gaze burning into hers—raw, questioning, and completely present. “Why?” he asked softly. Not in anger. Not under pressure. But as if he needed to understand the war behind her eyes. Adriana's lips parted, but no words came out. She could feel her
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