First Rule: Don't Fall For The Enemy

CHAPTER 19

MIRA'S POV

The room was dim, warm. Adrian stood shirtless across from me, his eyes tracking every move I made like he was holding back something fierce.

I stepped toward him. "You gonna keep staring, or do something about it?"

His jaw flexed. “You think I haven’t wanted to touch you since the second you walked in?”

“Then do it.” My voice came out low, shaky, but sure. “I’m right here.”

His hands were on me in seconds, gripping my waist, pulling me flush against him. His skin was hot under my fingers, his chest hard. I tilted my chin up.

He kissed me.

Not careful. Not soft. It was deep, urgent. His tongue slid against mine, slow at first, then harder, like he needed it. Like I was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“You drive me insane,” he muttered against my lips.

“Good,” I whispered. “Now stop talking.”

I fumbled with his pants, fingers clumsy with adrenaline. He helped, tugging them down, never looking away from me. I stripped out of my top, then my bra. His hands were already on me, warm and sure, dragging down my jeans.

“I’ve imagined this,” he said, voice rough, “a thousand times.”

He caught my hips and pulled me down on top of him. I straddled him, breath catching as our bare skin met. His hands framed my face like he was still trying to believe this was happening again.

“You okay?” he asked, voice softer now.

“Better than okay.” I leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, grinding against him just enough to make us both moan.

“Elise…” He groaned, hands sliding down to squeeze my ass. “You feel so good.”

“Then let me show you how much better it gets.”

I reached between us and guided him in, both of us gasping when I sank down, slow and deep. He filled me completely. My hands braced on his chest as I started to move, slow and steady.

His grip tightened. “Fuck—you’re perfect like this.”

I moved harder, chasing the rhythm that made his breath hitch, his head fall back against the pillow.

“Just like that,” he panted. “Don’t stop, Elise.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, voice thick.

We kissed between moans. His hands slid up my sides, cupped my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples until I gasped.

“You’re so goddamn sexy,” he groaned. “You feel—fuck—you feel incredible.”

Every time I rocked down, he met me, deep and sure, until I couldn’t hold back the sounds anymore. My hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in.

“Adrian, I’m—”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, eyes locked on mine.

When I came, it hit fast and hard, a cry torn from my lips. He held me through it, hips still moving, chasing his own release.

“I’m right behind you,” he groaned, thrusting up once more before he came, holding me tight.

We stayed tangled in each other, not just because it felt good, but because it felt right.

His fingers brushed down my spine. My leg draped over his hip. We breathed each other in.

He kissed my forehead.

Then, softly. Carefully.

He said it.

"I love you, Elsie."

I froze.

My heart pounded. My world tilted. And everything was changed.