Chapter 97: A Tender Spell

Adrian's heart quickened as he felt Sharon's gaze on him, a soft and profound warmth emanating from her eyes. In that moment he felt joy, tenderness, and a profound sense of being truly seen.

Her gaze felt like a gentle caress, leaving Adrian blissfully entangled in the enchantment of her affection.

Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, Adrian rose from his seat, gently clasping her hand in his.

"Watch the stars with me," he said, and led her to the railings of the yacht. She walked behind him, her eyes unable to look elsewhere.

As they reached the railings, she wrapped her hands around his torso, holding him from behind. Resting the side of her face on his back, she breathed in his presence, grateful for him.

Adrian held her hands on his chest, basking in the warmth of her body against his. He turned around a few moments later and took her face in his hands.

He kissed her.

Tenderly and affectionately.

His tongue caressed hers in a gentle manner before it became intense and needy. Their breaths became ragged and quick.

The stars would have to wait.

Her body understood the language of the kiss, and her nipples were hard before her touched her breasts. There was an uttered plea before a moan.

She was turned on at such an accelerated rate that it hurt her core walls. Adrian turned her around and placed her hands on the railings.

"I want to touch you," she said.

"I want to take you this way," he whispered against her ears, his hands on her breasts, fondling, squeezing.

"Please… Adrian, I want to look at you," she pleaded.

"I'm right here…" he whispered against her ears, slipping his hand into her panties. "I want you to feel me."

"Ahhhh," she moaned as she felt his fingers tickle her clitoris. Her slippery wetness aiding with the rub. His other hand on her breast, mercilessly tweaking her nipple. "Adrian…"

"I can't get enough of you, Sharon," Adrian said. "I want more."

Adrian subtly hinted at the possibility of a more profound and enduring connection, envisioning a deeper future with Sharon. For him, no other woman held the same allure.

"I want you, I need you now…please," she implored.

Sharon's emotions, however, remained rooted in the present, embracing the moments with him without fixating on a future.

She was content to live in the now, finding solace in the simplicity of their connection, devoid of promises or future plans.

Adrian proceeded to remove her clothes, placing her hands back on the railings, despite her pleading. He also removed his outfit as well, and they were both naked underneath the stars.

He pressed himself against her, his hands roaming her body. She responded to every touch like she was made for his hands.

He tilted her arse back to enter her from behind. Her grip on the railings tightened as she felt him member dig into her. They both gasped in unison as they connected.

Adrian pushed in and pulled out to his tip before pushing in again a couple of times before he found a driving pace.

His hands rested on her hips as he tried to balance himself. He was implacable with his thrusts, driving in all his length, hitting her at all the right spots with her arse bouncing and slapping against him.

He moved inside her hard and deep, making her take all of him with each thrust; almost lifting her off her feet.

Her moans rippled over the water's surface like a gentle layer. His groans caressed her soul as he grinded deeper inside her, filling her up with his molten warmth.

The gentle breeze against her skin, Adrian's flesh covered steel coursing in and out of her and especially his grunts and groans made Sharon climax in no time.

And when it was his time, he dug in deeper, his thrust urgent and hard, he burst inside her, holding her waist tight as he did. He let go of her and they both laid on the deck, Adrian resting his head on her breasts.

She lifted his face with her hands and kissed him like he had been lost, and she found him. Her relief and excitement were impossible to conceal.

She kissed his eyes, like she adored him, both cheeks, like he was cherished. And her eyes gleamed at him in such a vulnerable yet inviting way.

Adrian felt like his face was encapsulated in a cloud, that was how soft her hands felt. And her lips delicately planted kisses on his face.

Like she missed him.

How could she possibly draw out affection like this from him? Her vulnerability was driving him to the brink of a place he knew he would never return from.

The way she looked at him made him realize he had maybe...perhaps...possibly fallen in love with her, a moment caught between doubt and discovery.

The way she whimpered, and her softness was driving him wild.

He grabbed her breast underneath him, fondling and his forefinger flickering the nipple. She got him hard again in no time.

"Oh, Adrian," she said in the softest tone.

She was killing him.

He kept his mouth close to hers, almost kissing her. He wanted to feel the air he was about to push out of her as he re-entered her.

He saw her eyes close in slow motion, her mouth forming a circle and the expected air blowing gently on to his face.

He knew then that he was definitely in love.