Page 20 of Make Me Your Hitta

His heavy gaze never left mine, even as his movements grew more urgent, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that sent us both higher. I felt the rush of my release approaching like a wave ready to crash over us, and I clung to him, desperate to stay connected to him and only him.

“Fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m about t-to—”

My breath caught in my throat as my orgasm hit me hard, carrying me over the edge together.

“Nobi,” he groaned, his voice strained as if he was fighting battles only he could see. Then, as I shattered around him, he succumbed to his own climax, joining me in the exquisite oblivion.

He pulsed within me, each throb making me his in a way that words never could. We were entwined, hearts syncing, breaths mingling, a perfect union of chaos and calm. His lips moved down my neck, biting and sucking, marking me as his possession. We lay there for a moment, panting and spent, and then Adonis pulled out and collapsed next to me on the bed. He was still hard, his dick leaking cum onto the sheets beneath us.

As our breathing slowed, he kissed me softly, a tender contrast to the fervor that had just consumed us. His lips were a soothing balm to the raw energy that still buzzed beneath my skin. He pulled me into the curve of his body, our limbs still entangled, his presence an unspoken vow of protection. The tension between us had always been there, simmering just below the surface. Now that it had boiled over, I wasn’t sure how we’d ever return to normal or if I ever wanted to.

Adonis picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. The shower hissed to life, steam billowing around us after a few minutes as he pulled me under the hot spray.

I winced. “Ouch!”

“Shit, sorry,” Adonis muttered, adjusting the temperature.

His hands were gentler, so different from the fierce warrior I’d seen earlier. He grabbed a washcloth, carefully cleaning my body from head to toe as if he were in my servitude.

“I’m fine,” I insisted, but my voice shook. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving me shaky and raw. “You were the one who was actually fighting. I should be catering to you.”

Adonis’s lips quirked into a half-smile before he looked down at his arms. “Trust me, Nobi. I’ve had worse.”

I wanted to tell him not to call me that again, but the word sounded different now. Softer. Almost like a caress. We didn’t speak much after that, letting the water wash away the night’s horrors. I traced the scars on Adonis’s hard, tatted chest, wondering how many times he’d nearly died protecting my family, protecting me.

“What the hell are we doing?” I whispered finally, resting my forehead against his shoulder.

Adonis’s arms tightened around me. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I can’t stay away from you anymore, Xenobia. Even if it fuckin’ kills me.”

The water ran cold, but I shivered for a different reason. Reality started creeping back in as we stepped out, wrapping ourselves in towels.

“They’ll try again,” I said, staring at our reflections in the foggy mirror. “The Toussaints. They won’t stop until—”

“I know,” Adonis acknowledged, his voice hard. “But I won’t let them hurt you. I put that on everything I love.”

I turned to face him, my heart aching. “And who’s going to protect you?”

He didn’t answer; he pulled me close and kissed me softly. But as I clung to him, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were living on borrowed time. How long could we keep this up before everything crashed around us? I closed my eyes, trying to memorize every detail of the moment. Because deep down, I knew the truth. In our world, there were no happy endings.

We made our way back to the bed, and I lay there with my leg draped over his hips. Adonis kissed me again. The kiss was different—deeper, hungrier as if he wanted to memorize the taste of me. He was ready to lose himself in me again, to chase the dawn with the heat of our bodies. And I couldn’t wait to feel his dick nested inside me again. It was where he belonged.

Adonis was a dangerous man. A protector. His body was a shield, his loyalty unbreakable, and it was all for me. At that stolen moment, I knew he was mine unconditionally and indefinitely. No matter what my father might think or what consequences awaited us when dawn broke, Adonis was mine. Always.

“Again,” was all I managed to utter, the word a breathless invitation.

“Again,” he affirmed, his lips curving against mine in a promise.

Why the fuck not? If death were waiting beyond the mansion walls, we’d at least go out with a bang.

Adonis

The next day.

The shadows crept along the hallway walls, dancing in the dim light like restless spirits. I paced, each step echoing my racing thoughts. My phone buzzed again. It was the second time I’d ignored my father’s call. I knew I needed to call him back and check in, but I couldn’t focus on him. My mind kept drifting back to last night. To Xenobia. To her soft skin under my rough hands, her breathy moans in my ear.

Fuck.I needed to get it together.

I ran a hand over my beard, trying to shake off the memory. “Get your head in the fuckin’ game, Adonis,” I muttered.

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