26 – Devour Me
26 – Devour Me
Ellie’s POV
And I don’t stop him.
I kiss him back.
Hard.
Adrien devours me.
His mouth is rough, demanding, dragging me into a kiss that leaves no space for hesitation. I should fight it. I should push him away.
But I don’t.
Because I can’t.
His hands are everywhere—gripping my waist, pulling me closer, fingers digging into my hips like he’s claiming me with his touch alone. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, coaxing, teasing, owning.
A moan slips from my lips, and that’s all he needs.
He breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged, his eyes burning with something dark, something dangerous.
“You’re not running from this anymore,” he growls.
I shake my head, dazed. I don’t want to run.
Then he’s lifting me, pressing me against the mattress, his weight pinning me down. Every inch of him is fire against my skin, burning into me, imprinting himself in ways I know I’ll never escape.
He trails his lips down my neck, biting, sucking, marking me in ways I don’t understand but feel deep in my bones. His teeth graze the delicate skin just above my collarbone, and I gasp, my body arching into him involuntarily. The sting of his bite fades into a slow, languid swirl of his tongue, soothing the mark he’s left behind.
My fingers tangle in his hair, my grip tightening as he moves lower. His scent surrounds me, dark and intoxicating—smoky cedarwood, something wild and untamed. I feel like I’m drowning in him, in this moment, in the way his body presses against mine like he’s trying to consume me whole.
I arch against him, a desperate sound escaping my throat. “Adrien…”
His chuckle is dark, sinful. “You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?”
His voice is rough, edged with arrogance, but he doesn’t need my answer. He already knows.
Heat floods my cheeks, but before I can deny it, his hands push up my nightgown, exposing bare skin.
His lips move lower, tracing my collarbone, my stomach.
Then—
His teeth scrape against my inner thigh.
I gasp, my body jerking, but he grips my hips, holding me still.
His eyes flick up, locking onto mine. “Say it.”
I swallow hard. “Say what?”
His fingers glide between my thighs, teasing, tormenting.
“Say you want me.”
I do. I want this so badly I feel like I’ll break apart if he stops.
But my pride refuses to give in.
So I shake my head. Defiant. Silent.
Adrien chuckles. “Fine. I’ll make you beg for it.”
And then he moves lower.
Before I can process his words, his mouth replaces his fingers—hot, wet, demanding.
I shatter instantly.
A strangled cry rips from my throat as his tongue teases, strokes, devours. His grip tightens when I try to move, pinning me down as he drags me over the edge again and again, relentless, unyielding.
My hands clutch at the sheets, at his hair, at anything to ground myself.
I’m unraveling. Falling apart.
He never stops.
And when I finally break, my body shaking, his growl vibrates against my skin.
“You’re mine now, Ellie.”
And deep down, I know he’s right.
Because after this, there’s no escaping him.
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Adrien is relentless.
His tongue moves in slow, calculated strokes, teasing the very edge of my sanity. Every flick, every heated press of his mouth sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, coiling deep in my core.
I grip the sheets, my body trembling, straining, burning.
“Adrien…” His name is a whisper, a plea, a confession.
He groans against me, his grip tightening around my thighs. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”
I bite my lip, but it’s useless. His mouth is too skilled, too demanding, too consuming. Every flick of his tongue, every slow, sinful stroke draws me deeper into a haze of pure, raw pleasure.
He licks up my slit, slow, deliberate, before sucking my clit between his lips. Hard.
A strangled cry escapes me. My back arches. The pressure builds so fast, so dangerously, I feel like I might break.
But he doesn’t let up.
“Look at me.” His voice is dark, husky, vibrating against my skin.
I force my eyes open, and the sight alone nearly undoes me.
Adrien is watching me, his lips glistening, his eyes hooded with hunger.
“You taste like sin,” he rasps, his tongue flicking out to tease me again. “And you’re mine.”
My breathing stutters. The way he says it, the sheer possession in his voice—it should terrify me.
But all it does is make me crave more.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he buries himself between them again, sucking, licking, devouring me like he’s starving.
A ruthless rhythm, punishing and addictive.
Pleasure tightens, spiraling out of control. My body locks up, my toes curling as I teeter dangerously close to the edge.
“Adrien—”
He growls, the vibration sending a violent shudder through me. “Come for me, Ellie.”
And I do.
The orgasm slams into me, raw and unrelenting.
My vision whites out, my body shaking, convulsing, drowning in the force of it. His hands grip my hips, holding me still as he rides out my pleasure, drinking every last drop.
By the time I come down, I’m wrecked. Breathless. Spent.
Adrien slowly pulls back, his eyes dark and full of something I don’t dare name.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. “That was just the beginning.”
I shudder. Because I know he means it.
And worst of all?
I want more.