Chapter 194: Take Me

PRIYA’S POV

"Not a chance in hell, counselor."

The words barely had time to register in the quiet suite before Adrian made his move.

He didn’t give me a single second to catch my breath or prepare a witty reply.

Smoothly, he shifted his weight, throwing his other leg over mine and rolling me cleanly onto my back in the middle of the massive king-sized bed.

The plush duvet dipped beneath my spine, soft and warm against my bare skin.

Before I could even blink, Adrian hovered over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the flickering golden light of the gas fireplace.

His mouth came crashing down on mine.

It wasn’t the slow, patient kiss from earlier, and it certainly wasn’t the cautious kiss of a man who remembered university regulations.

It was ravenous, desperate, and completely unchecked.

His tongue parted my lips, sweeping inside to taste every inch of my mouth.

He tasted like the dark vintage wine from dinner, mingled with the salt and heat of our own bodies, an intoxicating combination that made my head spin.

I let out a soft, muffled sound against his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers burying themselves into the thick hair at the base of his skull.

I pulled him closer, arching my chest upward until my bare breasts pressed flat against the hard muscle of his chest.

Adrian let out a low growl deep in his throat.

His hands slid under my back, lifting me off the mattress just enough to crush me against him, deepening the angle of the kiss until we were both gasping for air.

When he finally broke the seal of our lips, he didn’t pull away.

His mouth dragged across my cheek, down the sharp line of my jaw, and settled into the sensitive hollow just beneath my ear.

He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point fluttering wildly there, his teeth grazing the skin with just enough bite to send a sharp jolt of electricity racing straight down my spine.

"Adrian..." I panted, my head falling back against the pillows.

"I told you," he murmured against my throat, his voice rough and vibrating against my skin. "The defense doesn’t rest."

Adrian trailed scorching kisses down the curve of my neck, moving slowly and tenderly. He kissed the hollow of my collarbone, licking the warm skin before his mouth moved lower, hovering over my chest.

My breath hitched in anticipation.

Adrian cupped my left breast in his large, warm hand, gently lifting the soft curve as his lips closed over my nipple.

A sharp, electric gasp tore from my throat.

He swirled his tongue around the peaked bud, drawing it deep into the heat of his mouth with steady, rolling suction.

His thumb worked the other nipple at the exact same time, rolling and pinching with steady rhythm until both peaks were tight, sensitive points of fire.

My hips rolled helplessly against the mattress, an ache building deep in my lower belly that was growing too intense to ignore.

"Look at what you do to me," Adrian muttered, pulling back just enough to look down at my flushed skin.

His chest was rising and falling in rapid pants, sweat glistening across his defined collarbones.

He shifted his body downward, trailing slow, burning kisses down the center of my ribs and across the flat plane of my stomach.

His warm hands slid down to my hips, gripping them firmly before sliding down to the insides of my knees.

With gentle, unhurried pressure, he pushed my knees apart, spreading my thighs wide on the mattress.

The cool air of the suite washed over my bare center for a split second before Adrian’s large hand slid between my legs.

His long fingers parted my swollen folds, brushing through the slick, dripping wetness that had pooled between my thighs.

A strangled whimper slipped past my lips.

Adrian groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction that vibrated through the quiet bedroom. "You’re completely soaked, Priya," he whispered. "Dripping for me."

He pressed his thumb flat against my swollen clit, circling with slow, firm pressure while two of his long fingers slid easily inside me, testing my heat.

I arched off the bed, my fingernails digging into the sheets on either side of my hips. "Adrian, please..." I breathed, my hips rocking helplessly against his hand.

"Please what, counselor?" he teased softly, pumping his fingers in and out in a slow rhythm that had my toes curling.

"Don’t... don’t make me beg," I gasped, my chest heaving for air.

"I’m not making you beg," he said, leaning up and pressing a fierce, possessive kiss to my lips. "I’m just making sure you’re ready for what comes next."

He slid his fingers free from my heat, leaving me empty and aching on the sheets.

Adrian leaned over to the right side of the bed.

With one quick motion, he reached out and slid open the top drawer of the nightstand.

Inside sat a small black foil square.

He picked it up, bringing it to his mouth, and tore the edge open with his teeth. He spat the torn plastic onto the nightstand, slid the foil off, and rolled the latex down his rock-hard length in one smooth stroke.

He was thick, long, and standing rigid against his stomach, the veins along his shaft pulsing with intense heat.

Seeing him like that... stripped bare, completely unraveled, and looking down at me like I was the only thing that existed on this earth, made my heart hammer against my ribs.

Adrian shifted his weight back onto the mattress, crawling between my parted thighs.

He didn’t rush.

He settled down between my legs, planting his forearms on either side of my head, trapping me beneath the solid, muscular frame of his body.

His chest hovered an inch above mine, radiating intense heat, while his lower body settled right into the cradle of my hips.

The broad, blunt head of his shaft pressed right against my dripping entrance.

I gasped at the sudden, searing contact.

Every nerve ending between my thighs flared to life with liquid fire.

Instead of pushing inside, Adrian held back.

He dragged the head of his shaft slowly up the length of my slit, sliding through the slick wetness, before nudging gently against my swollen clit.

The friction was so intense I let out a broken cry, my hands flying up to grip the hard muscles of his shoulders.

"Adrian..." I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperate need.

"I’m right here," he whispered with a clenched jaw as he fought his own screaming instincts to slam home.

He dragged himself back down to my entrance, coating himself completely in my slickness, teasing the threshold again.

My hips arched off the mattress instinctively, trying to push back against him, trying to take him inside.

"Don’t move, sweetheart," he groaned. "You’re going to make me lose my mind."

"Then lose it," I whispered, looking straight into his fierce gaze. "Slide inside, Adrian. Right now."

Adrian’s breath caught in his throat.

The stoic, unshakeable visiting professor was completely gone.

In his place stood a man consumed by pure, unadulterated desire, his pupils wide and dark, his muscles trembling with the sheer effort of holding back.

He shifted his hips forward just a fraction of an inch.

The broad crown of his shaft pushed past my outer lips, parting the tight, slick entrance of my body.

A sharp gasp tore from both of our chests at the same time.

He was so thick, so hot, stretching me open inch by slow inch.

The feeling of him crossing the threshold sent a blinding wave of pleasure rushing through my veins, coiling tight in my lower belly.

Adrian stopped right there, buried barely an inch inside, resting on the razor’s edge of complete surrender.

He lowered his head until his forehead rested against mine, his rough, hot breath fanning across my parted lips.

His hands came up to cup both sides of my face, his thumbs gently stroking my flushed cheekbones, holding me completely still beneath him.

"Look at me, Priya," he rasped.

I opened my eyes, meeting his intense, burning stare.

There were no books between us. No case law. No syllabus, and no Section 4.2.

There was only him, filling me at the threshold, and me, completely bare beneath him.

"Three weeks ago downtown, we had an excuse... we were just two strangers," Adrian whispered. "Tonight, there are no excuses. We know the rules and what happens if we get caught. Once I slide all the way in, there’s no turning back from this, Priya. You know that, right?"

My fingers tangled tightly into the hair at his nape, pulling his face that final half-inch closer until our lips brushed.

"I don’t want an excuse," I breathed against his mouth. "And I don’t want to turn back. Take me, Adrian."