BOOK 3: Chapter 43: The Edge of Surrender
God, she can’t stop laughing—breathless, reckless laughter tumbling from her lips as her back presses hard against the wall, her body caught between resistance and surrender. Her chest rises and falls, lips parted, eyes fluttering like they can’t decide whether to stay open or shut. Adrian's touch is relentless, and her mind, her reasoning, everything that once rooted her firmly in right and wrong, dissolves into something shapeless.
"Adrian," she whispers, her voice barely a breath, "Oh my God, Adrian..."
His hand continues its slow, confident path beneath the hem of her panties, fingers tracing places she knows he shouldn’t, yet she can’t bring herself to stop him. Her muscles quiver with each teasing brush, her knees weakening beneath her as
