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It’s home.

Chapter 12

Adrien

Iremember the first time I kissed a girl in high school, in a packed basement at a party. That kiss had been fumbling, unsure, nothing like the fiery passion that consumes me now as I kiss Tiffany. Her lips are soft and pliant beneath mine, but there’s a fire in her that matches mine. We’re both playing with matches in a room drenched in gasoline and any second now, we could go up in flames.

I want to burn with her, to lose myself in the heat of her touch, the sweetness of her lips. But her body is not the only thing I crave; I hunger for her trust, her loyalty, her very soul. I know I have to earn it and prove that I am worthy of her love and forgiveness. Someone who can protect and cherish her, be her shelter during life’s storms.

Breaking away from the kiss, I gaze into Tiffany’s eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation. But all I see is an ocean of desire burning brightly in the depths of her gaze, a silent invitation for me to delve deeper.

“Are you sure about this, Tiffany?” My voice is rough with need. “I need to know that you want this as much as I do. That you’re not just caught up in the moment, only to regret it later.”

Tiffany is everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I never knew I needed. She may not realize it yet, but she holds the power to either destroy me or lift me, depending on how she plays her hand.

Her fingers trail down my chest, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Adrien,” she says, her voice husky with desire. “I want this. I want you.”

The raw honesty in her words stirs something primal within me, a fierce protectiveness and possessiveness that I’ve never felt before. I crush her to me, claiming her lips in a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless.

I press her body against the terrace floor-to-ceiling window, my hands roaming over her curves with a hunger that borders on desperation. Tiffany’s nails dig into my back as she arches against me, matching my fervor with her own.

Pulling away, I left a trail of kisses down her jaw and neck. Tiffany tilts her head back, giving me better access as a soft whimper escapes her lips. Every sound she makes only fuels the fire burning inside me, driving me to the brink of madness.

My fingers slip under the hem of her dress, pushing it up to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs. She moans into my mouth as I lift her up, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me closer.

With her back against the wall and her legs wrapped around me, Tiffany looks like a siren beckoning me into the dangerous waters of obsession. Her lips are swollen and red from our kisses, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. She’s the perfect embodiment of desire, a living, breathing temptress I can’t resist.

I focus my attention on the soft skin of her neck, nibbling and sucking gently as I push down the front of her dress, revealing a lacy bra barely containing her full breasts. They’re perfect, round, and perky, begging for my touch.

With a gentle tug, her breasts spill out, her pink nipples hard and erect.

“Look at you, angel. Perfect tits. They’d look incredible, bouncing up and down as you ride me.”

Tiffany inhales sharply and arches her back as if offering them to me. I lean in and suck on one nipple, swirling my tongue around the sensitive flesh.

“Adrien.” She tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me closer. “Please,please.”

“Please what?” I switch to her other nipple, sucking and nipping at it until it’s red and swollen. “Do you want me to continue teasing your tits, or do you want me to eat you out right here, against this wall?”

Tiffany makes a soft, desperate sound in the back of her throat, her eyes wide and shining with lust. “Eat me out. Please.”

I grin wickedly, loving the raw vulnerability I see in her eyes. Sliding my hands under her dress, I push it up and spread her legs further apart. I palm her wet panties, stroking her through the thin lace until she’s soaked and begging for more.

“This hungry little pussy of yours.” My fingers slide under the waistband of the edge of her panties. “It’s just begging to be filled. It’s aching for my cock, isn’t it?”

Tiffany’s hips buck into my hand as I caress her entrance, the tip of my finger dipping into her heat. “Yes,” she gasps. “Adrien—”

I push her underwear to the side, exposing her glistening pink pussy. I tease her with a feather-light touch, running a finger up and down her slit, making her moan softly. Eventually, I slide one finger into her, her tightness gripping onto me.

“Such a tight little pussy,” I whisper in a husky voice. “My finger can barely fit inside. Have you been neglecting yourself, baby? Your pussy is aching to be stuffed by a big cock. You need to be fucked, Tiffany.”

Her breath hitches as I continue to finger her, my thumb working her clit in tight circles. “It’s just... been so long since I’ve...”

“It’s been ages since you’ve had a proper fuck, hasn’t it? I know it’s partly my fault, but don’t worry, love. I’m going to make it up to you.”

Slipping another finger inside her, I stretch her out while continuing to work her clit. Tiffany arches her back and moans louder, writhing against me. My arousal grows with every passing second, my pants becoming tight as I watch her lose herself to pleasure.

“That’s it, love,” I coax, keeping pace with her ragged breaths. “Let go, let me take care of you. Show me how much you want this.”

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