ADRIÁN’S POV
“One… Four… Fifty-f*****g-nine… One hundred.” I counted nothing while staring into nothingness.
I turned to my side, eyes drawn to the slow rise and fall of her chest, her plump, perfect breasts moving with each quiet breath.
Her brows creased—a flicker of discomfort, a nightmare taking hold.
My hands curled into fists. Was she dreaming of something terrible? Of someone hurting her?
I wanted to crush the nightmare. Rip it apart and make it better.
She moved slowly, and the blanket moved from her body, and her perfect perky breasts came into view.
I watched her pink lips pout slowly as she slept, and my c**k resurrected again.
I envisaged savaging her, devouring her p***y while she slept, wondering how she would react to that.
I moved a strand of her wild brunette hai
