Adrian

---

Chapter 35: She's Mine Now

Amber's breath was uneven.

Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her body pressed against the wall, her fingers still curled in my shirt—like she didn't want to let go.

Like she couldn't.

And fuck, that did something to me.

—

I smirked, dragging my thumb across her lower lip.

"You're staring again, sweetheart."

She huffed, flustered. "I am not."

I chuckled. "Liar."

She shoved my chest. "Shut up."

I caught her wrist easily.

"Make me."

—

Her breath hitched.

Because she knew exactly what I meant.

She swallowed hard, her eyes flickering down—

To my lips.

To the space between us.

To the heat tightening in my jeans.

She saw it.

And fuck, that only made it worse.

—

"You want me to kiss you again?" I murmured.

She didn't answer.

Didn't deny it.

Didn't pull away.

And that?

That was all I needed.

—

I pressed my lips to hers, slow, teasing, deep.

She let out a small, helpless whimper.

And fuck—

That sound?

That sound almost broke me.

—

I didn't hold back this time.

I pulled her against me, my hands sliding down her waist, gripping her hips, pressing her closer.

She gasped against my lips, her fingers fisting my shirt.

Like she needed something to hold onto.

Like she was already losing herself in me.

Good.

Let her fall.

Let her drown.

Because I was taking her with me.

—

I backed her against the wall.

Her breath caught.

I smirked.

"You nervous, sweetheart?" I teased, brushing my lips along her jaw.

She shivered. "No."

I chuckled, dragging my teeth down her neck.

"You sure about that?"

She whimpered.

And fuck, that sound went straight to my head.

—

"You like this, don't you?" I whispered.

She swallowed. "Shut up."

I laughed. "That's not a no."

She glared, but I caught the way her thighs squeezed together.

Like she was fighting something.

Like she was trying not to give in.

But she already had.

She just didn't want to admit it.

—

I ran my fingers down her spine, over her waist, gripping her hips.

I felt her shiver.

Her body arched.

Her breath hitched.

And I loved every second of it.

—

I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear.

"Say it, Amber," I murmured.

She swallowed. "Say what?"

I smirked.

"That you want me."

—

She froze.

Her breathing shaky.

Her fingers trembled against my chest.

And I knew—she was fighting herself.

Fighting me.

But she wouldn't win.

Not this time.

—

I dragged my lips down her throat, biting softly, teasing, waiting.

She let out a quiet, breathless moan.

And that?

That was all I needed.

—

"Say it," I muttered against her skin.

She clenched her jaw.

"I hate you," she whispered.

I smirked. "Liar."

—

I ran my hands down her thighs, gripping her legs, lifting her slightly.

She gasped, her arms wrapping around my neck.

She didn't fight me.

Didn't stop me.

Didn't push me away.

She melted into me.

Just like I knew she would.

—

"Say it, Amber," I whispered again.

She exhaled shakily.

Her lips trembled against mine.

Then, barely above a whisper—

"I want you."

—

My entire body burned.

Because hearing her say it?

Hearing her admit it?

That was the moment she became mine.

And I was never letting her go.

—

Her breath was hot against my neck, her body pressing against something she shouldn't have felt.

Her eyes widened slightly.

I felt her thighs clench.

And fuck—

Now she knew that... I'm fucking hard for her

Now she felt exactly what she was doing to me.

—

I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers.

"Look what you did, sweetheart," I murmured.

She swallowed. "That's your fault."

I chuckled, my voice rough.

"You sure about that?"

Her breath caught.

Because I had shifted slightly.

Made sure she felt it again.

Made sure she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

And judging by the way her nails dug into my arms—

She liked it.

—

I smirked, my lips brushing her ear.

"Want me to stop?" I whispered.

She hesitated.

And that?

That was everything.

Because she wasn't saying yes.

She wasn't pushing me away.

She was fighting herself.

And I was done letting her win.

—

I kissed her hard, rough, desperate.

She whimpered into my mouth, her body trembling, burning, aching.

I slid my hands down, gripping her waist, pressing her against me.

She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair.

And fuck, I was gone.

—

Her legs tightened around me.

Her body arched, seeking, wanting.

I could feel her heat, her need, her surrender.

And God help me—

I was about to lose control.

—

"Adrian," she whispered, her lips brushing mine.

I swallowed hard, trying to breathe.

Trying to remember who she was.

What she was.

Trying to control myself.

But she wasn't making it easy.

Not when she looked at me like this.

Not when she felt this good against me.

Not when she was mine.

—

I exhaled sharply, pressing my forehead against hers.

"Tell me to stop."

She swallowed.

And then, finally—

"I don't want you to."

—

Fuck.

I was done for.

And she?

She was all mine now..

__