The Breaking Point

[Mature content ahead!]

Adrian's hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, their bodies crashing together in a violent collision of heat and hunger.

His mouth devoured hers, no pretense, no hesitation, just raw, aching need.

Valeria moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his silky black hair, pulling him closer, needing more.

She felt the hard press of his body against hers, the evidence of his desperation, his control hanging by a thread.

Adrian growled against her lips, his hands roaming down her back, cupping her ass, yanking her against his growing arousal.

Adrian groaned, his hands sliding up, fingers gripping the thin straps of her dress before yanking them down.

The fabric slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace.

His dark gaze raked over her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin.

"Fuck," he breathed.

He reached behind her, snapping open her bra with expert ease, letting the delicate lace fall away.

His hands moved to her bare breasts, cupping them, kneading them with slow, deliberate strokes.

Valeria let out a shuddering breath, her nipples tightening under his touch.

His thumbs brushed over them, teasing, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

She arched into his touch, a soft, needy moan escaping her lips.

"You like that, printessa?" Adrian whispered against her throat, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin.

"Shut up and do it again," she gasped.

Adrian chuckled darkly, then took one of her hardened peaks into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud.

Valeria whimpered, her fingers clawing at his back, nails digging into his shirt.

She wanted more.

Needed more.

His free hand trailed lower, sliding past the curve of her waist, fingers hooking under the waistband of her lace panties.

Without warning, he slipped his hand between her thighs, his fingers pressing against her soaked heat through the fabric.

Valeria gasped, her body jerking at the contact.

"Already so wet for me," Adrian murmured, his lips brushing the underside of her breast.

"Don't talk," she demanded, grabbing his face and crashing her mouth against his.

Their kiss was messy, desperate, a clash of teeth, tongues, and need.

Adrian's fingers pushed the lace aside, sliding through her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

Valeria trembled, biting his lower lip hard as pleasure sparked through her.

Adrian groaned, pushing a single finger inside her, slow and deep.

She moaned into his mouth, her thighs shaking.

"So tight," he muttered, slipping in a second finger, stretching her, curling inside her.

Valeria threw her head back, her hips rolling into his touch.

"Adrian—"

His pace increased, his thumb circling her clit, fingers driving deeper, hitting that spot that made her see white-hot stars.

Her breath came out in ragged pants, her body spiraling closer to the edge.

"Say my name," he commanded, his voice rough, demanding.

"Adrian," she gasped, her nails raking down his chest.

"Louder," he growled, his fingers pumping faster, his thumb pressing harder.

"Fuck—Adrian!"

Her body shattered, pleasure ripping through her like a violent storm, her thighs clenching around his wrist as she came hard, a cry ripping from her throat.

Adrian didn't stop.

Didn't slow.

He kept pushing her, wringing out every last aftershock, until she was nothing but a trembling mess in his arms.

Only then did he pull his fingers away, bringing them to his lips.

Holding her gaze, he licked them clean, his tongue slowly dragging over his fingers.

Valeria's core clenched at the sight, heat surging through her all over again.

"You taste like sin," he murmured, his voice thick with dark satisfaction.

She was breathless, dazed, her body still trembling.

But she wasn't done with him.

Not even close.

With a wicked smirk, she grabbed his belt, yanking him toward the bed.

"Now it's your turn to lose control," she whispered.

The second Adrian's mouth claimed hers again, all sense of restraint shattered.

Valeria was fire—hot, untamed, and impossible to control. And Adrian? He was losing himself in her flames.

Their kiss was a war—tongues battling, teeth clashing, hands desperate, hungry, insatiable.

Valeria moaned into his mouth as he lifted her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her arms gripping his broad shoulders.

He slammed her against the wall, his hard body pinning her in place, his erection pressing into the soft heat between her thighs.

She gasped as his hands roamed her bare skin, squeezing, teasing, owning every inch.

Her nails raked down his back, a silent demand.

She wanted him naked. Now.

With a wicked smirk, she tugged at his belt, undoing it with slow, teasing fingers as she kissed down his jaw.

"Take it off," she whispered against his throat, nipping at his skin, tasting the heat of him.

Adrian growled low in his chest, stepping back just enough to yank off his jacket, his movements rough, impatient.

Valeria licked her lips, watching the way his muscles flexed, his chest heaving, his desire barely leashed.

Her fingers grazed his abs, following the hard ridges of his torso, tracing lower—

Adrian caught her wrist, pinning it against the wall.

"Not yet," he rasped.

Valeria's smirk deepened.

She broke free, dropping to her knees before him.

Adrian's breath hitched, his blue eyes locked onto hers as she pushed his slacks down, exposing the heavy, thick length of him.

Her mouth watered.

She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him slow, teasing, watching his jaw clench, his body tighten.

"Valeria," he warned, his voice rough.

She flicked her tongue over the tip, tasting him.

His breath hissed through his teeth.

Then, without hesitation, she took him deep, hollowing her cheeks, letting him hit the back of her throat.

Adrian's head fell back, a curse slipping past his lips.

She moaned around him, loving the way his fingers tightened in her hair, his control slipping.

Her tongue flicked over his length as she moved faster, taking him deeper, sucking him hard.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips jerking forward.

Valeria hummed, the vibration sending a violent shudder through his body.

She kept going, pushing him closer, feeling him pulse against her tongue—

But before he could reach the edge, Adrian yanked her up, spun her around, and bent her over the bed.

"You're done teasing, printessa," he growled.

She barely had time to catch her breath before he ripped her soaked panties off, his fingers stroking over her slick heat.

"Already so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with dark satisfaction.

Valeria turned her head, meeting his gaze over her shoulder.

"Then stop talking and fuck me," she dared.

Adrian's eyes blazed.

Then he slammed into her in one hard thrust.

Valeria cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as he filled her completely, stretching her, owning her.

He didn't give her a chance to adjust.

He pulled out and drove in again, harder, deeper.

Her body arched, pleasure exploding through her as he set a brutal pace, each thrust shaking her to her core.

"Mine," he bit out, his hand gripping her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

Valeria moaned shamelessly, pushing back against him, taking every inch.

She was drowning in him—his heat, his strength, the way he commanded her body, demanded her pleasure.

Adrian gripped her throat from behind, pulling her up against his chest.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, biting her shoulder, marking her.

Valeria gasped, her walls clenching around him as pleasure coiled tight, ready to snap.

"Adrian," she moaned, her fingers clawing at his arm.

He slammed into her one last time, deep and hard, sending her over the edge.

Her orgasm tore through her, violent and all-consuming.

Adrian followed, his body tensing, his release spilling inside her as he let out a raw, guttural groan.

They collapsed onto the bed, breathless, tangled, ruined.

Valeria felt his heartbeat pounding against her back, his arms still wrapped tightly around her.

Neither of them spoke.

Because something had just changed.

And neither of them could take it back.