Azalea
My back was still pressed hard against the cold wall, and my chest was rising and falling in uneven breaths as Adriano finally loosened his grip on me after licking all my juices.
My skin burned everywhere his mouth had claimed me, and every nerve was alive.
I loved it. I loved everything he had just done to me, and I craved more. When he rose to his feet, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a storm of emotions—dark, consuming, and dangerous. I was trapped in his gaze, unable to move.
“I love the way you look right now,” he groaned, gripping my hand and pulling me closer before pushing me down onto the bed. “This look belongs to me alone. You’re mine forever.”
I watched as Adriano undressed slowly, every movement deliberate, his gaze locked on me as though he could see the f
