⚠️ 18+ Explicit Content Warning
Mature, explicit, dominant/submissive content ahead. All characters are 18+, and this is fully consensual fiction created for entertainment. Trust, consent, and mutual pleasure are at the center.
The moment his hand slid between my legs again, fingers teasing my entrance with cruel, slow strokes I whimpered. The pressure, the heat, the ache was too much.
I shook her head, pressing my forehead against the wall, body trembling. Suddenly Ezel face came straight infront of me; him cuddling with me and all that stuff.
"A-Adrian… I can't—please…" my voice was barely a whisper, drowned by the pounding of the shower and my own heartbeat.
But he didn't ease up.
"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured darkly, lips brushing my ear, "you think you can't… but your body's begging for it." He wasn't wrong though ethically everything that i was doing seemed wrong but i wanted it really badly.
Really really badly.
Still, I suddenly twisted away, slipping from his grip, stumbling back with water splashing under my feet. My breath was shaky, my eyes became wide not scared, but desperate, overstimulated. "I need a second please."
But Adrian just smirked, dark and unbothered.
"No, no, no…" he said slowly, taking a step toward me as i backed up, hitting the other side of the glass shower wall. "You don't get to run from this. Not from me. Not after the way you moaned with my cock down your throat."
I shivered at the words. Everything was rising the temperature.
"I said come here." His voice was deep, commanding.
I didn't move.
So he did.
Two strides. One hand slamming next to my head. The other gripping my thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist. The raw strength in him made my breath hitch. I looked into eyes its shine as bright as always.
"You wanted to run?" he whispered against my mouth. "Run now. I dare you."
I whimpered as his fingers gripped my throat not choking, just holding firm, possessive, dominant.
And then he kissed me. Rough. Consuming. Like punishment. Like worship.
His hips pinned mine against the glass wall, his hand squeezing my boobs again while the other guided himself between my soaked thighs. I tried to push him off, weakly, overwhelmed.
"Stop me then," he dared, voice tight with restraint.
But my hands didn't push. They gripped him. They wanted like him more than anything else in this world.
My mouth opened for him.
And my body melted.
"That's what I thought."
With one hard thrust, he filled me completely. I cried out, back arching against the glass, nails clawing at his shoulders.
He fucked me against the wall like he owned me because he did. Every thrust sent the water shaking, our bodies slick and desperate. My moaned his name, over and over, breathless and ruined.
"You can run, little thing," he groaned against my neck. "But I'll always catch you. And I'll always fuck you harder when you try."
Adrian's grip never loosened not when i cried out, begged him to stop, not when my thighs trembled around his waist, not when my body clenched tight around him with every thrust.
He had me pinned, utterly my back pressed to the slick glass, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise, his cock buried deep, moving with brutal rhythm causing me a hell lot of pain and pleasure. Water crashed around us, but we only heard each other, our moans, our gasps, our desires which we were holding back, the slap of wet skin.
"You feel that?" he growled against my ear smiking. I could have make out that he was enjoying more than me "How tight you are? How wet you get when I take you like this?" He said too proudly.
I was too tired, eyes half-lidded, mouth open in a silent cry, completely unraveling under his pace. My nails scratched at his back, desperate, like I needed something to hold on to or i would be totally shatter.
"You were made for this," Adrian snarled, biting my neck. "Made to be fucked until you forget everything but me."
"You are too fuckable Erica Madden. Too much fuckable."
My legs began to shake.
"You're close, aren't you?" His voice was sharp now, almost cruel. "Trying to hold it in. Don't."
His hand reached between them, two fingers finding my clit and rubbing it fast, hard, relentless.
"Mhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I moaned
My scream echoed through the steam as my body convulsed, my climax hitting me like a crashing wave. I shattered hips bucking, thighs squeezing, voice cracking as I moaned his name like a prayer.
"ADRIAN..."
"That's it. Let go," Adrian breathed, his own voice broken now, rough with need.
My orgasm milked him, every pulse around him dragging him deeper into madness.
Then he growled, sharp and guttural, slamming deep one last time and came with a groan that sounded like a man losing control. His hips jerked, his breath ragged, as he spilled inside me, holding my tight like the storm between them would rip the world apart.
For a moment just steam. Just silence.
Then my head dropped to his shoulder, boneless, dazed, every inch of me spent and shaking.
He kissed my temple, still holding me up. Still deep inside me.
"Mine," he whispered against my skin. This time it wasn't lust, it felt like love.
I didn't knew what to say. Whatever happened today felt like heaven but I knew this will have heavy consequences. My feelings for Adrian had just increased like anything. I was scared that it might not be just lust but something more, which I didn't wanted it to be. I looked at him with my shinning eyes.
He didn't pull out. Didn't let her me. Just held her there in the water like she belonged.
"Im sorry baby if I was rough. Every since I have seen you, I had imagined all this with you. Can't believe you are finally mine. Only mine." He said with complete satisfaction.