Page 69 of My Bloody Valentine

Adrian’s hands are on me again, stealing my breath as his lips assault my neck. He lowers me back on the counter, my legs still wrapped around him.

“Please,” I breathe, needing no more words than that.

His response is to grab a length of rope from nearby and secure my wrists above my head, tying them with a swift, practiced motion. I’m at his mercy now, spread out before him. His eyes hold mine as he wastes no time plunging into me.

The force of his thrusts steals my breath. Raw need takes over as we move together—a primitive dance as ancient as time. No words are needed; our bodies speak their language of hunger.

Adrian’s mouth seeks mine, and our kissing becomes rough, tasting each other, devouring. I can feel his breath hot against my skin, the scrape of his teeth, the urgency of his movements.

“More,” I command, pulling Adrian closer.

He obliges, thrusting deeper. The table is cold against my back, but his body radiates heat, branding me with possession.

“Say it again.” His voice is rough.

“Say what?” I gasp as he fills me completely.

“That you’re mine. That you want me to mark you. Again.”

“I’m yours, Adrian. Only yours. Mark me, claim me.”

His eyes darken. “Where?”

I swallow hard, a rush of heat pooling between my legs. “Everywhere.”

Adrian groans, his grip on my hips tightening. He thrusts harder, fucking me like an animal. “Like this? Rough and deep?”

“Yes.” My voice is hoarse. “Harder.”

He complies, his body slamming into mine with each powerful thrust. I moan, my back arching off the table.

“Look at me, Maya. I want to see your eyes when I?—”

“Take me,” I interrupt, meeting his intense gaze. “Brand me with your touch, your bite. Make me yours forever.”

He growls, his mouth crashing down on mine. His kiss is devouring, taking what he wants from my mouth. His teeth scrape my lips, and he nips gently.

I’m aware of the room around us—the chill in the air, the faint scent of bleach from cleaning up, but it all feels distant, unimportant.

The only reality is Adrian. I feel his skin against mine, his heart pounding in rhythm with mine, and the way our bodies move together in perfect synchronicity.

“You like it when I’m rough, don’t you?” He pulls out almost entirely, then thrusts back into me, filling me deeply.

“Yes,” I pant. “Take me like you mean it.”

His mouth curves into a satisfied smirk, and he obeys, slamming into me with a force that makes the counter shudder. “Like that?”

“Harder.” My voice is a challenge, daring him to give me more. “I need more, Adrian.”

He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “I’ll give you more, but not just yet. I plan to savor you, little critic. Draw out this pleasure until you’re begging.”

I moan, my body already on edge. “You’re torturing me.”

“And you love it,” he breathes, his lips trailing down my neck, teeth scraping gently. “Share your needs with me.”

“You know what I need.” My voice is a whisper, daring him to defy me. “What we both crave.”

“You crave, don’t you?” His eyes burn with a wild intensity. “You hunger for it as much as I do.”

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