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"Adrien—" I began, my voice breathless and unsteady.
He lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze, a wicked little smile on his lips.
"Shh. Don't worry," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and rough with desire. "I'm not going to leave marks. Not this time since it'd be way too hard to explain to Rachel over breakfast."
The thought of trying to casually eat cereal while hiding hickeys crossed my mind, and I let out a shaky laugh that turned into a soft moan as he returned to kissing my shoulder, careful yet deliberate, like he was trying to memorize every inch.
The only sounds in the room after that were my uneven breathing and the soft, helpless noises I couldn't hold in. Adrien's mouth was warm and sure, igniting fire everywhere it touched, and his words...oh, his words were murmured against my skin between kisses, dark, teasing, and utterly filthy.
