Chapter 196: Not Even Close

PRIYA’S POV

"Turn over, Priya. On your hands and knees."

His voice was a low, rough growl that sent a delicious, helpless shiver racing down my spine.

I didn’t argue.

For once in my life, the sharp-tongued law student who questioned every mandate had zero objections.

I turned around on the mattress, crawling forward into the center of the massive king bed.

I planted my hands flat against the soft white duvet, arching my lower back and lifting my hips, offering myself completely to him.

The cool air of the suite washed over my bare backside and the dripping slickness between my thighs.

Behind me, the bed dipped as Adrian shifted onto his knees. His large, warm hands settled firmly on my hips, his long fingers pressing possessively into my skin.

He leaned down for a brief second, his hot breath brushing over the small of my back, followed by a slow, burning kiss to my spine.

"Good girl," he murmured.

He positioned himself right at my entrance, and without making me wait any second longer, Adrian pushed his hips forward.

The blunt head of his cock slid past my swollen lips, sinking deep into my slick heat in one smooth glide.

A sharp, ragged gasp tore from my throat.

My knuckles bunched into the duvet as the sheer fullness of him stretched me to capacity.

The angle was entirely different from missionary or cowgirl... it was deeper, more unforgiving, reaching an ache so profound my vision flashed with sparks.

Adrian groaned, a long, guttural sound that rattled deep in his chest as he buried himself to the hilt.

His pelvis slapped flush against my backside, locking him all the way inside.

He rested his forehead against my shoulder blade for a brief, breathless pause, his chest rising and falling in rapid pants.

"God, Priya," he rasped into my skin. "You feel unbelievable."

He didn’t give me time to recover.

Adrian pulled back until just the head remained inside, before thrusting back in with deep.

In and out.

The wet, echoing slap of our bodies meeting filled the quiet suite, competing with the crackle of the gas fireplace.

Every thrust pushed me forward an inch, forcing my hands to grip tighter into the duvet to keep my balance.

Adrian leaned down over my back, closing the distance between us until his hard, sweat-dampened chest was pressed flat against my spine.

His right hand stayed locked onto my hip, driving the pace, while his left hand reached down between my thighs.

His fingers parted my wet folds, and his thumb found my swollen, oversensitive clit. He began to stroke in tight, circular motions, perfectly matching the deep plunges of his shaft.

"Adrian... oh god..." I cried out, my voice muffled against the sheets.

"Right there, sweetheart," he whispered against my ear, his stubble scraping lightly over my jawline. "Take every single inch."

His mouth moved to the shell of my ear, his hot breath sending shivers through me as he whispered rough praises.

"You’ve been driving me crazy since the first second you walked into my seminar," he muttered, his hips snapping forward with sharp, demanding thrusts. "Sitting in the front row, looking at me like you owned the room. You do own it. You own me."

The filthy, honest confession broke through my last ounce of restraint.

Before the tension could peak, Adrian shifted the rhythm.

His hands slid under my arms, wrapping around my ribs, and he pulled me up.

He forced my torso upright until my back was pressed flat against his chest, both of us sitting on our knees in the center of the bed.

All without slipping out.

With his arms wrapped around me, Adrian continued to drive his hips forward from behind. The upward angle drove him deeper than before, hitting my front wall with every upward roll.

My head fell back against his shoulder, my mouth open in a silent, breathless gasp.

With every thrust, my bare breasts bounced, glistening with sweat in the golden firelight.

Adrian noticed immediately.

He let out a raspy groan against my neck, his hands sliding up my stomach to cup both of my breasts from behind.

He squeezed the soft weight firmly, lifting them as his thumbs and forefingers rolled over my peaked nipples. He pinched them lightly, matching the rhythm of his hips, teasing each bud until they were burning points of pleasure.

"Look at you," he panted in my ear. "Look at what we’re doing, Priya."

I looked down, watching his large, tanned hands squeezing my breasts while his hips drove into me from behind.

The sight was completely intoxicating.

My thighs were shaking, my core coiling into a tight, unbearable knot of tension. "Adrian, please... I can’t take much more," I gasped, clutching at his forearms.

"Not yet," he growled.

He released my breasts and gently pushed me forward again, pressing my upper body flat down against the mattress.

He guided my face into the softness of the pillows, but kept my hips tilted high in the air.

With my chest pressed down and my hips raised, the angle narrowed to the absolute limit.

Adrian braced his hands on the mattress on either side of my shoulders, hovering above me like a predator, and slammed home.

A choked, muffled scream tore into the pillow.

The depth was staggering.

He thrust with raw ferocity, his hips driving into mine with desperate, frantic power. There was no polite pacing left.

No careful restraint.

Every single stroke hit the deepest point inside me, the friction sending waves of liquid fire racing through my limbs.

"Priya... I’m right there..." Adrian panted, his voice cracking with desperation. "I’m losing it..."

The relentless assault shattered my defenses completely.

My body locked up tight as another devastating orgasm ripped through me, more violent and all-consuming than all the others combined.

My inner walls clamped down on his shaft in crushing, rhythmic spasms, squeezing him tightly.

I sobbed into the pillow, my back arching violently, completely paralyzed by the blinding burst of pleasure crashing through my skull.

Feeling my body clamping around him, Adrian’s control snapped completely. He drove his cock inside one final, punishing time, burying all his hard length to the root.

A loud, guttural roar ripped from his chest, echoing off the high ceiling of the suite. "Fvvccckkkk!"

His entire body went rigid, his muscles locking tight as he poured his release into the protection.

He shuddered violently, his forehead dropping down against the back of my neck, his hips trembling as he gave two small, desperate twitches to empty himself completely.

For a long time, neither of us moved.

The only sound in the room was the sound of our ragged, gasping breaths and the quiet wind brushing against the glass terrace doors outside.

Slowly, the violent tremors in our bodies began to fade.

Adrian stayed buried inside me for another minute, his lips pressed softly against the nape of my neck, breathing in the scent of my hair.

Finally, with a soft, wet sound, he slid free.

He reached down, carefully stripping off the protection and knotting it, tossing it into the small wastebasket beside the nightstand.

Adrian collapsed onto the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms.

He reached down, grabbing the edge of the thick white duvet, and pulled it all the way up over our shoulders, cocooning us in warmth.

I rolled onto my side, resting my head against his chest, my arm draped over his stomach.

His heart was still hammering against his ribs, fast and loud, perfectly in sync with mine.

Adrian ran his fingers through my tangled hair, stroking the curls back from my sweaty forehead with tenderness.

Through the sheer curtains of the French doors, snow was still falling silently over the harbor, cloaking the yachts and docks in a blanket of white.

Inside, the gas fireplace flickered with a warm, steady glow.

"You still with me, counselor?" Adrian murmured softly, a lazy, affectionate smile curving his lips.

I let out a weak, content hum against his chest. "Barely," I mumbled. "I don’t think my legs are ever going to work again."

Adrian chuckled, the sound vibrating right through his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, lingering there for a long moment.

"I’ve never lost control like that with anyone, Priya," he confessed quietly, his voice devoid of any arrogance, replaced by raw, honest vulnerability. "Not even close."

I tilted my chin up, looking into his relaxed, handsome face.

"Good," I said, a faint, sleepy smile touching my lips. "Because I don’t plan on letting you get away with it."

Adrian smiled, tightening his arms around my waist, pulling me so close there was no air left between us. "You couldn’t get rid of me now if you tried," he whispered into the dark.

And as my eyes drifted shut in sweet exhaustion, I let myself sink into the warmth of his embrace, safe and completely unburdened in the quiet room.