Chapter 214: v2- - 33: the second test V

Marian’s gaze dropped down to where he sat.

Even through the fine wool of his trousers, the prominent, heavy ridge of his erection was impossible to miss. It strained against the dark fabric, rigid, thick, and demanding.

Her heart did a violent flip against her ribs.

The sheer risk of it—standing out in the pavilion under the open night sky, with only the rustling leaves of the garden to cover them—sent a sharp, electric shock straight to her stomach. She felt shy, her cheeks burning crimson, but beneath the embarrassment was a strange, thrilling surge of excitement.

She took a slow, trembling breath and stepped forward.

Lowering herself onto her knees between his spread legs, Marian reached out with trembling fingers. She unbuckled his leather belt and worked the fastenings of his trousers. As the fabric loosened, his thick, rigid length sprang free into the cool night air, dark and glistening in the faint moonlight.

She looked up at Adrian once. His eyes were dark, ablaze with a heavy, dangerous desire as he watched her every move.

Marian leaned in. Opening her lips, she took the broad head into her warm mouth.

"Ah..." Adrian let out a low, raspy grunt, his hand immediately coming down to rest against the back of her head as her tongue swirled over the tip.

While she worked her mouth over him, taking as much of his thick shaft into her throat as she could manage, Adrian reached out. His swift, practiced fingers unhooked the back of her bodice, loosening her corset until he could reach inside her dress.

He pulled the fabric down, exposing her pale, full breasts to the cool air. His large hand cupped one of her tender mounds, his thumb tracing and pinching her peak-hardened nipple as her mouth moved rhythmically over his dick.

The exquisite sight of her kneeling between his thighs—her golden hair spilling over her shoulders, her bare breasts exposed, suckling his manhood in the open pavilion—shattered the last of his restraint.

Adrian’s grip in her hair tightened. He pulled her head back, forcing her off his length with a slick sound.

"Up," he rasped, his voice rough and heavy.

Before she could process it, Adrian pulled her off her knees and stripped the dress and chemise completely off her body, tossing the dark silk aside.

Marian stood completely naked in the moonlit pavilion, her porcelain skin gleaming against the dark greenery.

Adrian grabbed her hips and lifted her, setting her down directly over his lap with her legs straddling his thighs.

"Ride me," he commanded into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

Marian gasped, her face flushing as she aligned her wet, swollen core with his broad tip. Holding onto his broad shoulders for balance, she slowly lowered herself down, impaling herself on his thick length until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight cavern.

"Ah! Adrian!" she gasped, her head tossing back as her inner walls stretched around his full thickness.

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(Adrian)

The sensation of her tight, scorching heat swallowing him whole while she sat atop him drove Adrian out of his mind.

Marian began to lift her hips, moving up and down over his shaft. The sight of her golden hair swaying, her bare breasts bouncing with every movement as she took him deeper, was breathtaking.

"Like this—ah! Adrian?" she panted, her cheeks flushed as she tried to set a steady rhythm.

It was torturous. Giving up control while she moved above him—her tight body milking him with every cautious drop—was more pleasure than he could bear without losing his mind.

He couldn’t just sit and watch. He needed to take her.

"No," Adrian growled, his hands catching her waist and stopping her movement.

In one fluid, powerful motion, he flipped her onto her hands and knees right on the bench, leaning her chest down against the smooth stone.

Before she could catch her breath, Adrian stepped up behind her, lifted her hips, and drove himself straight back into her wet, swollen entrance with one swift, brutal thrust.

"Ah!" Marian shrieked into the quiet night, her hands gripping the edge of the stone bench as his full length filled her completely from behind.

The sheer, exposed thrill of it—naked, bent over a bench in his garden while he hammered into her—made her head spin.

Adrian set a hard, relentless pace. His hands dug into her soft, porcelain hips, anchoring her as he thrust deep into her sweet spot, the heavy slapping sound of their bodies meeting filling the pavilion air.

Adrian’s hands dug deeper into the soft flesh of her hips, his rhythm becoming heavy, deliberate, and relentless.

He leaned over her arched back, his breath burning against her shoulder. Reaching down, he hooked his arm beneath her left knee, lifting her leg high to open her completely. The change in angle was devastating—his thick length penetrated even deeper into her tight, slick cavern, hitting her sweet spot with every agonizingly full plunge.

"Ah! Adrian!" Marian sobbed into the cool stone of the bench, her hands gripping the edge as her head tossed back.

Adrian didn’t just thrust; he ground his hips firmly against her plump buttocks, rotating his pelvis at the base of each stroke to press his broad shaft against every sensitive fold inside her. The intense, friction-filled grinding made her toes curl, driving her straight over the absolute edge.

Her inner walls clamped down around his dick in a violent, crushing orgasm, her trembling body milking his length in tight, desperate pulses.

Determined not to spill inside her just yet, Adrian pulled out of her wet, quaking passage with a slick sound before his peak could take over.

He stepped back and sat down heavily on the stone bench once again.

Without giving her a moment to catch her breath, Adrian reached out, gripping her golden hair, and drew her head firmly toward his throbbing, glistening dick.

Marian looked up through heavy, dazed eyes, her lips parting instinctively as he guided the broad head past her teeth. She wrapped her lips tightly around his length, her tongue swirling over his sensitive tip as she took as much of him into her throat as she could.

The view of her kneeling between his thighs in the open moonlight, her bare breasts heaving while her wet mouth worked over his shaft, shattered his last thread of control.

"Marian—" Adrian groaned, his hands tightening in her golden hair as his hips twitched upward into her mouth.

His body shuddered violently as his peak hit, pouring his hot, heavy release straight onto her tongue and filling her mouth.

"Swallow it," he rasped, his dark eyes locked onto hers, his voice thick and commanding above her. "Swallow it all."

Marian gasped against his length, her throat working in rhythmic, instinctual swallows, taking every last drop of his seed until she swallowed it completely. She licked the tip clean, looking up at him through heavy, dazed eyes, as he rested spent against the bench, his ragged chest heaving in the quiet garden air.

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Tbc

(Ok, i know... this is purely smut, BUT! Hear me out! This is part of the plot!!!! You see later)