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But I want more. I need more.

"Adrian," I whisper against his mouth. "I need you inside me."

His body tenses above me, his cock hard and pressing insistently against my entrance. He meets my gaze, his eyes dark, full of an emotion I can't name.

"You're mine, Elara," he murmurs, his voice rough with possession. "Always."

I nod, pulling him closer. "And you're mine."

With one slow, deliberate thrust, he sinks into me. I gasp at the stretch, the fullness, my body molding around him in perfect alignment.

Adrian groans, his forehead resting against mine. "You feel incredible."

He starts to move, slow at first, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has me gasping, my nails digging into his back. But it doesn't take long for restraint to snap. The need is too great, the hunger too consuming.

He thrusts harder, faster, our bodies colliding in a primal, desperate rhythm. Sweat slicks our skin, the room filled with the sound of our moans, the slap of flesh against flesh.

I meet him thrust for thrust, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him deeper. He growls as he shifts, his hands gripping my hips, changing the angle until he hits that perfect spot.

I shatter.

My orgasm rips through me, violent and all-consuming, dragging him over the edge with me. Adrian lets out a strangled sound, his body tensing as he comes, his hips stuttering as he spills inside me.

For a long moment, we simply lay there, tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing uneven.

Adrian finally moves, rolling us onto our sides so he doesn't crush me, but he doesn't let me go. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me against his chest, his lips pressing lazy, lingering kisses against my shoulder.

He's still inside me, still connected to me in the most intimate way, and I feel safe. Loved.

"Move in with me," he murmurs suddenly, his voice husky, spent.

I blink, turning my head to look at him. His eyes are soft, filled with something that makes my heart ache.

"Adrian..."

"I mean it," he says, brushing my damp hair back from my face. "Everything's settling down. No more running. No more battles. Just us." He pauses, then smirks. "And your ridiculous collection of books."

I laugh softly, my fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. The thought of a life with him, of peace, of building something together... it's everything I never let myself believe I could have.

"Yes," I whisper. "I'll move in with you."

His arms tighten around me, and for the first time in a long time, the future feels real.

CHAPTER 33

ADRIAN

The café is a small, tucked-away spot just off the main street, one of those places that somehow stays quiet despite the city's constant hum. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries lingers in the air, mixing with the faint murmur of conversations. I sit across from Elara, watching the way the sunlight catches the golden strands of her hair as she stirs her tea absentmindedly.

It's been a long morning for both of us. She just came from a meeting at the university, and I finally wrapped up the latest phase of restructuring the council. We agreed—no work talk over lunch. But knowing us, that's easier said than done.

"Alright, tell me something not work-related," I say, nudging her foot under the table. "Something fun. Something about us."

Elara's lips curve into a smile, her hazel eyes glinting with amusement. "Okay," she says, setting her spoon down. "I was thinking... maybe we should start looking for a place."

I raise an eyebrow. Already? I thought she would want to wait until things settled down.

I tell her as much.

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