Page 25 of Silent Night With Adrian

He pulls me closer, wrapping me in his arms, his lips brushing against my hair as he murmurs, “Then trust me, Mia. Let’s take this chance. Let’s make this life ours.”

In that moment, wrapped in his embrace, I know I will. Whatever the cost, I would take that chance with him.

Chapter 19 Adrian

Ihold her gaze, watching her cheeks flush as my words settle between us, as if she’s still trying to comprehend the depth of what we’ve both just admitted. There’s a softness in her eyes, a vulnerability that I don’t see often, and it undoes me. I let my hands glide over her shoulders, down her arms, feeling every inch of her as if I need to memorize it.

“Mia,” I murmur, my voice rough but soft, filled with more need than I intended to show. “Let me love you.”

She nods, and I see the shimmer of tears in her eyes as she smiles, trusting and open, like she’s finally giving herself over to me completely.

“Yes, I want that,” she whispers, voice trembling as she leans into my touch. “I’m yours. I love you, Adrian.”

A low, possessive growl slips out of me, and I draw her close, cradling her body as I carry her into our bedroom and lay her gently down on the bed. But even now, I can’t let go of that instinct to guide her, to command her. I want her to feel every bit of my control, but also every bit of the love I hold for her.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I instruct, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “I want to see every little thing you feel, Mia. Don’t hide from me.”

She nods, her breath catching as I run my hands down her body, tracing the soft curves, feeling the warmth of her skin. I guide her hands to the bedframe above her head, urging her to grip the bars, and she does. I want to worship her, to savor this, to show her that she’s not just a fleeting desire but something far more profound.

My lips trail down her neck, soft kisses leading the way as my hands roam over her bare skin, feeling the way she trembles beneath me. I hold her hips firmly, keeping her still, letting her know without words that I’m in control. As I continue to kiss down her body, she lets out a soft moan, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Tell me what you feel,” I whisper, my voice a blend of command and reverence.

“Love,” she breathes, her voice a little shaky. “I feel… loved.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I feel an overwhelming need to claim her even more completely. I run my hand along her thigh, guiding her legs to open wider for me, my eyes dark with desire as I take in the sight of her. She’s beautiful, perfect, and entirely mine.

As I lower myself over her, I hold her gaze, taking in every flicker of emotion that crosses her face. There’s anticipation, trust, and something deeper—something that mirrors the way I feel for her. I want her to feel loved, adored, like she’s the only woman who’s ever mattered. Because she is.

With slow, reverent kisses, I make my way down her body, my mouth trailing from the curve of her neck, down to the delicate line of her collarbone. My hands caress her, memorizing each inch, every soft contour and dip, as if committing her to memory, and I feel her shiver beneath me.

“Mia,” I whisper against her skin, my voice thick with need. “Today, I’m going to worship you.”

She bites her lip, her cheeks tinged pink, but she nods, her trust in me clear, even as her breath hitches with every brush of my lips. When I reach her waist, I spread her thighs gently, positioning myself between them, and she opens for me, completely bare and vulnerable, her body trusting and pliant. I can feel the anticipation radiating from her as she meets my gaze, her eyes wide with both wonder and adoration.

“Watch me,” I command softly. “Don’t look away.”

Her breathing deepens as she nods, her eyes locked on mine, even as I lower my mouth to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, placing tender kisses there, feeling her tense with anticipation. I can feel the heat radiating from her, her body already responding, so ready for me, and it only heightens my desire to take my time, to savor every moment of this.

I press a soft kiss to her core, feeling her hips lift slightly in response, her body instinctively seeking more. I smile against her, loving the way she reacts, the way she can’t quite keep still. Gently, I part her folds with my fingers, revealing the glistening, pink perfection of her, and I groan, unable to hide my own desire.

“You’re beautiful, Mia,” I murmur, my voice rough with emotion. “So damn beautiful.”

Her cheeks flush deeper, but she doesn’t look away, her eyes full of trust as she watches me. I lean in, letting my tongue sweep slowly over her, tasting her, savoring the sweetness of her. She gasps, her fingers tightening on the rails of the bedframe, and I can feel her body start to tremble, every part of her responsive, open to my touch.

I take my time, exploring her with long, deliberate strokes, my hands holding her hips firmly in place as she begins to squirm, her breathing becoming more erratic. I alternate between gentleflicks of my tongue and firmer strokes, teasing her, drawing out every sound, every whimper and sigh. Her hands reach down, tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, her body instinctively seeking more, and I give it to her, intensifying the rhythm, feeling her pleasure build with every movement.

When I press a finger inside her, she cries out, her body clenching around me, and I feel her legs begin to tremble. I add another finger, moving slowly, deeply, letting her adjust, letting her feel every inch as I worship her. My tongue moves over her clit in time with the slow deep thrust of my fingers, and I can feel her getting closer, her breathing shallow, her moans more urgent.

“Adrian,” she gasps, her voice breathless, pleading. “Please…”

“Not yet,” I murmur. “I want to feel you break apart, Mia. I want you to remember this.”

I continue, slow and steady, driving her higher and higher, feeling her body tighten around my fingers, her breaths coming in gasps. When I finally take her clit between my lips, applying gentle steady suction, she cries out, her body arching off the bed, her hands gripping my shoulders as she shatters, her release pulsing around my fingers, her moans filling the room.

I don’t stop, guiding her through every wave of pleasure, my mouth and hands relentless, until she’s trembling beneath me, spent and breathless. Only then do I pull back, wiping my mouth, a satisfied grin on my face as I watch her, her body relaxed, her eyes half-lidded with the afterglow of pleasure.

And as I position myself over her, ready to join us together completely, I lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips, letting her taste the sweetness of her own release, letting her know without words that I’m here, that she’s mine.

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