Chapter 195: Who’s in Control Now?

PRIYA’S POV

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

Adrian didn’t say another word.

He held my gaze, his breath coming in hot, shallow puffs against my lips, and let his actions speak for him.

With agonizing slowness, Adrian pressed his hips forward.

The blunt head of his shaft pushed through the tight, slick ring of my entrance, stretching me open inch by slow inch.

A sharp, ragged gasp tore from my throat.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, my nails sinking into the hard muscle of his back as my body adjusted to the sheer size of him.

He was so thick and hard, so burning hot, filling every corner of me until there was no space left for anything else.

Adrian’s jaw was clenched so hard the muscles in his cheek ticked. He moved with painstaking control, sliding deeper and deeper into my heat until his pelvis pressed flush against mine.

He was buried to the hilt.

A long, shuddering groan ripped from deep in his chest.

"God, Priya," he rasped, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "You’re so tight... so perfect..."

I could barely form words.

My head was thrown back against the soft pillows, my toes curling into the duvet as a wave of liquid warmth rushed straight to my nether region.

Having him completely inside me was entirely different from the quick, anonymous rush of three weeks ago.

This time, we knew the stakes.

We knew who was in this bed, and that knowledge made every inch of friction feel ten times more intense.

Adrian stayed completely still for several long seconds, letting my body stretch and accept him. His large hands stroked down my sides, resting firmly against my hips, anchoring me to the mattress.

Then, he began to move.

He pulled back slowly, dragging his thick length almost all the way out, teasing the very edge of my entrance.

Before I could protest the sudden emptiness, he drove back in.

Deep and slow.

A soft cry broke from my lips.

"Look at me," Adrian commanded softly, lifting his head.

I opened my eyes, meeting his intense, hooded gaze.

His pupils were wide, reflecting the flickering golden flames of the fireplace across the room. He set an unhurried, rolling rhythm, his hips rocking against mine with every thrust.

Every time he slid forward, he filled me completely, hitting an ache so deep inside it made my entire body tremble.

I reached down, wrapping both of my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer.

Adrian groaned at the tighter angle, his pace picking up.

His thrusts became firmer, his hips snapping forward with rhythmic precision, the wet friction of our bodies echoing off the high ceiling of the suite.

"Adrian... oh god..." I panted, tossing my head from side to side on the pillow.

"I’ve got you, Priya," he whispered. "I’ve got you."

He reached down between our bodies with his right hand. His thumb found my swollen clit, slick with my own wetness, and pressed down firmly.

He began to circle the sensitive bud in perfect rhythm with every deep plunge of his hips.

The double friction was devastating.

My hips bucked wildly against his, chasing the overwhelming sensation building in my lower abdomen.

The coil was tightening fast, wound so tight it was about to snap.

"I’m close," I gasped, clutching at his biceps, my voice shaking uncontrollably. "Adrian, I’m gonna cum again..."

"Cum for me, Priya," he growled, driving deep into my center while his thumb rubbed fast circles against my clit. "Let it go."

The dam broke.

A blinding surge of pure ecstasy tore through my veins.

My inner walls clamped down hard around his thick shaft, clenching and pulsing in violent, rhythmic spasms.

I cried out his name, my voice shattering the quiet room as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me.

Adrian gritted his teeth, his entire body locking rigid as he felt my climax squeezing him from the inside out.

His hips gave two fast, desperate pumps, holding himself buried deep inside me as his chest heaved in ragged pants.

He let out a strained, guttural sound, fighting with everything he had not to lose his own control right then and there.

He kissed my sweaty temples, murmuring soft praises against my skin until the violent tremors in my thighs finally settled into a dull, thrumming hum.

My chest was rising and falling fast, a dizzy, triumphant smile spreading across my face. And as I looked up at Adrian... his brow damp with sweat, his jaw clenched in agony as he fought for restraint, my competitive streak woke right back up.

He thought he was running this courtroom.

I rested my palms flat against his chest.

Before he could pull back or initiate another stroke, I pushed hard against his shoulders.

Adrian looked down in surprise. "Priya?"

"Roll over, Professor," I murmured in a breathless voice.

A faint, amused smirk tugged at his lips, even through his sheer exhaustion. "Demanding, aren’t you?"

"Always," I said.

With a slight shift of his weight, Adrian yielded.

He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him for a split second before I slid my knees to either side of his hips.

I sat back on my heels, straddling him.

His shaft slipped free from my heat with a soft, wet sound, standing thick, slick, and rigid against his flat stomach.

The sight of him laid out on the white duvet... muscular, flushed, and looking up at me like I held his entire world in my hands, was the most intoxicating thing I had ever seen.

"Your witness, counselor," Adrian drawled, resting his arms above his head against the pillows with an arrogant grin.

"Don’t get cocky," I whispered.

I reached down with one hand, wrapping my fingers around his burning length, guiding the blunt head right back to my entrance.

I lifted my hips slightly, positioning myself, and sank down.

The stretch was immediate and breathtaking.

I took him in inch by slow inch, tilting my head back as my body opened wide to swallow him whole.

A choked gasp tore from Adrian’s throat.

His arrogant smirk vanished instantly, his head falling back into the pillows as his knuckles gripped the duvet.

I settled all the way down, taking his full length until my thighs rested flush against his hips.

"Fuck, Priya," he groaned.

I placed my hands on his hard, sculpted chest, leaning forward just enough to look directly down into his eyes.

"Who’s in control now, Adrian?" I teased softly.

"You are," he confessed without hesitation, his breath hitching. "You completely own me."

I smiled, a slow, wicked grin, and began to move.

I rolled my hips in slow, wide circles, grinding my swollen clit directly against his pubic bone while taking him deep inside.

Adrian let out a ragged moan, his hands leaving the duvet and coming down hard on my bare waist.

His long fingers dug into my skin, anchoring me, but he didn’t push me off.

He let me set the pace.

I rose up on my knees, sliding up the length of his shaft until just the head remained inside my wetness, before sinking back down with a roll of my hips.

Up and down.

Slow. Grinding. Ruthless.

Every time I dropped down, I felt him hitting the most sensitive spot deep inside me, sending sparks shooting down my legs.

Adrian was losing his mind beneath me.

His hips began to buck upward off the mattress, meeting my downward slides with hungry, desperate thrusts.

"Priya... god... you’re so deep..." he panted, his thumbs digging into my hip bones.

I leaned back slightly, arching my spine, resting one hand on his hard thigh for balance while my other hand reached between us.

I brushed my fingers against my clit, adding light, circular friction on top of the rolling slide of his body.

The visual alone seemed to push Adrian to the brink.

His eyes widened, drinking in the sight of my bare breasts swaying with every bounce, my skin flushed pink in the glow of the fire.

"Look at you," he rasped in a thick, raw voice. "You’re gorgeous."

His hands left my hips, reaching up to cup my breasts. He filled his palms with my soft weight, squeezing firmly as his thumbs flicked across the peaked buds.

He rolled each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly with just enough teasing pressure to send a shockwave of liquid electricity straight down between my thighs.

The layered sensation was quickly spinning out of control.

My thighs were burning from the effort, my core tightening in rapid, electric pulses.

Every squeeze of his hands and roll of his fingers over my nipples matched the urgent, rolling rhythm of my hips, driving me past the point of reason.

"Adrian... I’m right there..." I sobbed out, my head falling back, my hair spilling over my shoulders.

"Take it, Priya," he urged, thrusting his hips upward hard into mine while his fingers pinched my nipples. "Cum on top of me."

That was all it took.

A third, explosive climax ripped through my body like wildfire.

My vision blurred into bright white light as my inner muscles clamped down on him with ferocity, milking his shaft in uncontrollable waves.

A loud, broken cry tore from my throat, echoing off the glass doors of the terrace.

My knees gave out, and I collapsed forward onto his chest, trembling violently from head to toe as the aftershocks racked my body.

Adrian wrapped both arms securely around my back, holding me tight against his pounding heart.

He was breathing in harsh, ragged gasps, his lips pressed against my damp temple as I shuddered helplessly against him.

For nearly two minutes, we lay there tangled together, our sweat-slick skin cooling against the air of the room.

Then, his grip shifted.

Adrian’s large hands slid down to my waist, his long fingers pressing into my hips.

With a slow, wet sound that made my breath hitch, he lifted me slightly and pulled his shaft free from my heat.

The sudden emptiness left me gasping.

Adrian sat up against the headboard, his chest heaving, his rock-hard length standing rigid and coated in slickness against his stomach.

His pupils dilated with raw hunger as he looked at my trembling body. He gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place.

"Turn over, Priya," he commanded in a low, rough growl. "On your hands and knees."