Chapter 3Adrian remained inside her, still fully hard, the mask still covering the upper half of his face. Iris lay back on the desk, legs open around him, waiting. The library stayed silent except for their breathing and the distant pulse of music from the ballroom below.“Look at me,” he said. “I want you to see exactly who has been writing to you while I bury myself in you.”He reached up, untied the mask, and set it on the desk beside her hip. The face beneath was the one she had half-imagined for months—sharp cheekbones, dark eyes, a mouth that had already used her thoroughly. He did not give her time to speak. He simply began to move again, deep and unhurried, now with nothing between their gazes.“You spent months reading words written by a stranger,” he said. “Now you will feel the man who wrote them while you look directly at him. Keep your eyes open.”Iris held his gaze. He fucked her with long, complete strokes, one hand braced on the desk, the other sliding between them
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