The air between them was thick, charged with everything unsaid. Their earlier argument still lingered like smoke, but beneath it burned something hotter, something neither of them could resist anymore.
Adrian stood before her, his hand cupping her cheek as though she were the most delicate thing he had ever held. "I can't lose you, Elena," he whispered, voice rough with emotion.
"You won't," she breathed back, her heart hammering. "Not now, not ever."
The space between them shattered in an instant. His lips claimed hers, fierce and unyielding, and Elena melted into him, fingers clutching at his shirt as though she could fuse herself into his very being. The kiss was deep, hungry, the kind that erased every doubt and replaced it with fire.
Adrian's hands moved with deliberate patience, as if every second of undressing her was sacred. He tugged gently at the hem of her blouse, lifting it inch by inch, his gaze locked on her as though silently asking permission with every movement. Elena's breath quickened, her cheeks burning, but she nodded faintly, allowing him to slip the fabric away.
Her skin prickled under his touch, every brush of his fingers leaving a trail of warmth. He kissed her shoulder, then lower, his lips tracing paths that made her gasp softly. Her moans escaped without her meaning them to, and each sound seemed to drive him further, his breath catching as though the music of her voice was unraveling his control.
"Elena…" His whisper was half-groan, half-prayer.
She touched his lips lightly with her fingertips, shy at first, then bolder, tracing their shape before pulling him back into another kiss. That small gesture lit something inside him. Adrian deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, his hands exploring with reverence and need.
Piece by piece, he undressed her, every layer falling slowly, as though he wanted to savor the unveiling of her. She trembled under his gaze, shy yet glowing with trust, her body responding to him with a truth she couldn't hide.
When at last there was nothing left between them, he paused, just long enough to look at her really look at her as though she was the only star in his universe.
"You're mine," he said softly, but with a certainty that left no room for doubt.
"And you're mine," she whispered back.
Then they collided, fully, with nothing held back. His movements were strong, urgent, yet tender, each one pulled by the rhythm of her moans and gasps. The sound of her voice drove him harder, faster, until the world around them blurred into nothing but the two of them skin, heat, love, fire.
"Elena…" he groaned against her neck, the sound raw, his body moving in perfect answer to hers.
Her hands clutched at his back, her nails digging lightly as wave after wave of sensation rolled through her. Her shyness dissolved in the storm of their closeness, replaced only by the pure truth of what they shared.
Time dissolved. There was only their breathing, their cries, the crescendo of everything they had ever held back now spilling out without restraint.
At last, when the intensity gave way to trembling stillness, they collapsed together, limbs tangled, foreheads pressed close. Elena's chest rose and fell against his, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed with both passion and embarrassment.
"I've never…" she whispered, her voice small, shy. "I've never felt anything like that."
Adrian tilted her chin so she had to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with love, but softened at the sight of her shyness. He kissed her gently, nothing like the fiery storm before, just a quiet seal of devotion.
"That's because it wasn't just passion," he murmured. "It was us. Our stars. Our fate."
Elena smiled faintly, burying her face against his chest to hide her blush. Adrian held her tighter, his own heart finally at peace.
Tomorrow, they would tell their families. Tomorrow, the world would know.
But tonight belonged only to them two hearts aligned, colliding and becoming one, beneath the endless sky of their own constellation.