Page 16 of Silent Night With Adrian

“Please, Adrian. I need you to move.” Her thighs start to tremble, and I know she’s on the brink of her next orgasm.

Almost.

As I continue to ramp up my attention on her clit, her cries escalating like a beautiful soundtrack to what I’m building her up towards, soon enough she loses all control and screams as she climaxes.

That’s when I thrust the last five inches of my cock to the hilt, hitting her cervix, the feeling made even more intense by her contracting pussy that clamps down on me like a steel vise.

She screams again.

And I can’t hold back anymore. I know she’s still in the throes of her orgasm.

I pound my cock into her wet pussy. Over and over in a way that may be too rough for some experienced women, let alone a virgin. But at this point, I can’t stop.

The bed creaks loudly beneath us, at a rhythm that accelerates as I fuck her towards an inexorable path that will only end with me spilling my cum inside her. The headboard hits the wall, creating a loud drum beat to accompany my thrusts. Her cries echo the sounds of my grunts as I grip her hips, pulling her into each thrust. As she and I get louder, building towards an inevitable explosion, her body arching into me, I press my forehead against hers.

“Let go, Mia.”

I continue to hammer into her.

“Cum over my cock. Fucking get there”. I grunt into her mouth.

And with that and one loud piercing scream, she does just that, her channel clamping onto my steel shaft. And I let go, spewing thick ribbons of cum into her womb.

The world narrows to this moment, to her, to the sound of our mingled breaths as we ride out the final waves together, our bodies locked in a fierce embrace. As we come down from the peak, I press a kiss to her lips, feeling, for the first time, completely, irrevocably lost in a woman.

This woman.

My woman.

Suddenly I know with utmost certainty that this is how I want to finish all my nights.

Chapter 12 Adrian

December 26

Iwake with Mia beside me, her body warm and soft against mine, curled up in a way that makes everything feel... right. It’s ridiculous. This feeling of peace shouldn’t exist in a life like mine, and yet here I am, lying next to her as if I’ve been given a glimpse of a future I never allowed myself to imagine. The woman I have in my arms is my enemy’s sister, but after last night, after feeling her tremble beneath me, knowing I’m her first... hell, I don’t think I can let her go.

I study her sleeping face, my fingers itching to trace the delicate lines of her cheekbones, but I hold back, afraid to wake her, to break this fragile spell. She looks so at peace, and I can almost convince myself that nothing else matters but keeping her safe. But my phone buzzes in the next room, realityintruding before I can lose myself completely. Carefully, I slip out of bed, leaving Mia to her dreams.

I grab my phone, steeling myself for the call. I half expect it to be Massimo, already barking orders, but when I see it’s Ryan, I feel a moment of reprieve. At least I can handle this without tipping off my brother to the storm inside me.

“What’s going on?” I answer, keeping my tone casual.

“No update yet,” Ryan says. “Just wanted to check if you and the little princess were good.”

He means it as a joke, but the possessive anger flares up before I can stop it.My Mia. Not his, not anyone else’s. The idea of another man even looking at her... I force myself to let out a casual chuckle, to hide the truth that’s now crystal clear to me.

I love her.

“It’s a cabin in the woods,” I reply with a smirk in my voice. “There’s nothing to do out here besides babysit and watch TV.”

“Oh, come on,” he laughs. “You mean to tell me you haven’t had any fun with her yet?” I can practically see his sly grin through the phone.

“Maybe she can entertain the rest of us!” another voice chimes in from the background.

It takes everything in me not to snarl at them, to stop myself from telling them to shut the hell up. They don’t know. They can’t know. I force myself to laugh, keeping my tone light and playful, masking the dark possessiveness coursing through me.

“You should know by now that I don’t share,” I growl, injecting a hint of menace. They need to believe I’m still the same cold enforcer who’d treat Mia like any other pawn in this game. They can’t know she’s different.

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