Chapter 38
I poured everything into that kiss. Every ounce of frustration. Every sleepless night. Every aching, unbearable thought of him that I tried so hard to push away.
He froze for half a second. I thought he wouldn't return the kiss.
But then.... He shattered.
A low, guttural sound escaped him as he yanked me closer, his hands gripping my waist so tight I gasped into his mouth.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was raw. Desperate. Consuming.
His lips moved against mine like he was starved for me, like he was drinking me in and still couldn’t get enough.
His hands roamed my body, pressing me against him, like he needed me as much as I needed him.
I was drowning in him. And God, I never wanted to come up for air.
Adrian’s lips moved against mine, firm yet unbearably soft,
