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“Tristan,” she murmured against my mouth, her breath hot and quick. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I vowed, laying her down with a care that felt extremely difficult considering the raw hunger clawing at my insides. Her back met the sheets, but our connection never faltered. My hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve and contour even though I knew them by heart.

The bed accepted our weight without protest. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark with promise and filled with the same reckless abandon that urged me on. I positioned myself above her, feeling the heat from her body beckon me closer, demanding all the love and ferocity I possessed.

“Show me,” she whispered, her voice laced with both command and vulnerability.

I obliged, moving with a precision that made her gasp.

“And for the record,” I added, lowering my voice to a growl, “I love every inch of you—especially these.” My hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks, eliciting another gasp from her lips.

She threw her head back, surrendering to the pleasure. My name was a mantra on her lips, fueling my need to claim her, again and again.

“Tristan,” she breathed out, her voice laced with laughter and want.

“Every time,” I assured her before capturing her mouth with mine once more.

I eased Adriana onto her side, her body curling instinctively as I molded myself to her back. The shift in angle brought a new depth to our connection, and her soft sigh encouraged me to push harder, deeper.

“Fuck...” She gripped the sheets, her voice climbing with each powerful stroke.

“Let it go, Ade,” I urged, feeling her body tighten around me, ready to tip us both over the edge.

“Are you going to come inside me?”

“Yes,” I said. “I’m going to come into your tight little pussy while you play with your clit. Is that what you want?”

I felt her nod against my chest, her fingers slipping down to where our bodies were joined, amplifying the pleasure that was building in us both. “Don’t stop,” she cried out, her voice a plea and a demand all at once.

“Tristan,” she murmured, her voice fraying as she neared the edge. I responded with primal need, my pace unyielding as I felt the tightening coil within her threatening to snap. “I need you... Tristan...” Her voice was a strained whisper, her body quaking underneath me.

“That’s it, love,” I groaned, my own climax rising hot and fast in sync with hers. “I’m here, Ade. Let go for me.” My fingers joined hers between her legs, circling her clit with a determination that matched my erratic thrusts.

“Fuck!” Her back arched off the bed, her body shaking as the wave of pleasure broke over her, carrying her away. I followed her into the abyss, the feel of her pulsating around me driving me to my own earth-shattering climax.

We crashed together in the aftermath, our breaths harsh and ragged as we clung to each other, grappling with the intensity of what we’d shared. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, matched by the pulsing rhythm where our bodies were still joined.

“Jesus,” Adriana said.

“Nope, just me.”

“You’re not funny.”

“A little funny,” I replied. “Are you okay?”

Adriana sighed. “Yeah,” she said, nuzzling into the crook of my arm as she sighed contentedly. “Never better.”

I kissed the top of her head, and wondered how long that would last for.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Adriana

I was afraid.

I didn’t want to show it, I wanted Tristan to believe that I was ready for this no matter what.

The chill of the Boston catacombs crept up my spine as we stepped into the ancient underground. I clutched Tristan’s arm, acutely aware of the swell of life beneath my dress—a visible declaration of our intertwined fates. Heads turned towards us, whispers fluttering like errant moths in the dimness. They were sizing up the pregnant woman daring to enter a lion’s den.

I wondered where my father was.

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