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Azalea
But sitting here like this, sharing a meal as a family, he seemed like a completely different person. Gentle, caring, and almost... normal.
I took my seat beside him and we ate together, talking and laughing like any ordinary family.
“Thank you for the meal,” Adriano said after he’d finished eating. “It was incredible. Everything was perfect.”
“I’m so glad you enjoyed it,” I responded, feeling warm with pride.
“I love everything about you.”
After dinner, we moved to the living room to watch a movie together. Amira curled up in her favorite chair while Adriano and I settled on the couch.
About halfway through the film, Amira yawned and announced she was going to bed.
“Goodnight, you two,” she said, giving us both hugs. “Don’t stay up too late.”
After she left, Adriano coughed softly beside me.
“Are you feeling okay?” I asked, concerned.
“I’m fine,” he said, pulling me closer so I was leaning against his chest. “Just fine.”
We sat in comfortable silence for a while, but I could feel tension building in him again.
“You know,” he said finally, his voice uncertain, “I’m not very good with words. Or expressing how I feel.”
“What do you mean?”
“About the text earlier,” he muttered, and I could feel his body tense up. “When you said you missed me.”
I remembered his awkward “thank you” response and had to hide a smile. “It’s okay, Adriano. I understand you’re not used to—”
“No,” he said quickly, almost urgently. “Please don’t think I didn’t care or that it didn’t mean anything to me. I just... I really don’t know how to say the right things. I’m sorry.”
The vulnerability in his voice made my heart ache. This powerful, dangerous man was genuinely worried that he’d hurt my feelings over a text message.
“Really?” I teased gently, unable to resist.
“Yes,” he said earnestly, and I could practically feel him blushing. “I meant what I said later, but I should have said it the first time.”
“I was just teasing you,” I whispered, turning to face him with a soft smile. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”
“Don’t play with fire, Azalea,” he warned.
“I don’t mind getting burned,” I whispered back.
Our eyes met and held. I could see so many emotions swirling in his gaze - desire, and tenderness.
He leaned down and kissed me then, soft and sweet at first, filled with all the love he couldn’t put into words. But the kiss quickly deepened, becoming more urgent.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, losing myself in the moment as we deepened the kiss. Parting my lips, I let Adriano in, his tongue claiming every corner of me.
I burned beneath his touch, melting under the hunger of his kiss, as if he intended to consume me entirely.
Adriano finally pulled away, giving me a chance to breathe, and in his eyes, I saw my own desire burning back at me.
In one swift motion, Adriano scooped me up in a bridal style and carried me toward our room. He pushed the door open, stepped inside, and shut it firmly behind us before his lips found mine again.
My back met the wall as his kiss deepened, and instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Adriano broke away only to trail his lips along the crook of my neck, each heated kiss tearing a moan from my throat.
“Urgh.”
“Moan for me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough as he carefully set me back on my feet. “I want to hear you.”
He pressed me against the wall, his hands roaming with growing hunger. With impatient urgency, Adriano began undressing me, every movement fueled by desire.
“You look so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes devouring every inch of my exposed body. The intensity of his gaze made my skin burn hotter and hotter. “I want you.”
Adriano’s mouth closed over my nipple, his hot tongue teasing as he sucked, pulling moans from me again and again.
I tangled my fingers in his hair as his mouth worked its magic on me, each pull of his lips igniting sparks across my skin. His hand slid lower, teasing down my stomach until it reached the throbbing ache between my thighs.
A gasp escaped me when his fingers brushed my clit, circling with deliberate pressure that made my body tremble.
Then, with one deep thrust, he filled me completely. Pleasure surged through me in waves, raw and consuming.
My back arched instinctively, pressing me harder against him, as if my body was desperate for every ounce of him.
Our rhythm built quickly, movements syncing in a feverish dance, until the heat between us became overwhelming, and every thrust pulled me closer to the edge.
He was driving me wild—his mouth sucking hungrily while his fingers thrust inside me with maddening precision, pulling raw cries of pleasure from my lips.
The sensations tangled and collided until they flooded my mind, clouding every thought, leaving nothing but pure, reckless bliss.
“I’m cumming,” I moaned, but before the pleasure could consume me, he suddenly pulled his fingers out.
I gasped, ready to protest, when he seized my legs and spread them wide. In the next breath, his mouth was on me—his tongue thrusting deep inside, claiming me with merciless hunger.
“Ha. Urh!! Just like that,” I moaned, my tongue lolling out, saliva spilling past my lips as my eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy. The overwhelming waves of pleasure seized my very soul. “Yes… Adriano!”
This was too much, almost unbearable in the best way. I loved everything he was doing to me. His tongue worked inside me with relentless speed, each stroke sending shivers through my body.
“Urgh!!!”
I clutched his hair tightly, my moans rising higher as the pleasure built to a dizzying crescendo.
His name spilled from my lips as I surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, my body trembling with release.
“I’m cumming,” I screamed out.
He didn’t stop, his tongue relentless as it explored every inch of me, driving me higher. My body trembled, and my cries echoed in the room as the pleasure consumed me entirely.
With one final, intense stroke, I shattered—my release washing over me in waves.