I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. My body trembled as waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me gasping against Adrian's shoulder. His groans filled my ears as he shuddered against me, our bodies perfectly connected in this moment of shared ecstasy.
"Seraphina," he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw.
I clung to him, my legs still wrapped around his waist, my dress bunched up around my hips. The leather seat beneath us was hot and sticky against my bare skin. The windows of his luxury car had fogged up completely, creating a cocoon around our transgression.
Reality crashed back slowly as our breathing steadied. What had I just done?
Adrian pulled back, his eyes finding mine. Unlike me, he didn't look confused or regretful. He looked... satisfied. Smug, even. His thumb traced my swollen bottom lip as he smiled.
"You're incredible," he murmured.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. "I can't believe we just did that in your car."