SURRENDER
316 Words
Elena’s body trembled, but not from fear.
Adrian’s confession still echoed in her head If I lose you, I lose myself.
No one had ever needed her like that. Not her parents, not her friends, not anyone. But this man, this impossible, infuriating, broken man… he had just stripped himself bare for her.
And she couldn’t fight it anymore.
Her hands gripped the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer. His breath caught, his chest heaving against hers.
“Elena…” His voice was ragged, almost pained, as though he was barely holding himself back.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her lips brushing his. “Not this time.”
It was all the permission he needed.
His mouth crashed against hers, fierce and demanding, yet filled with a desperation that made her knees weaken. He kissed her like a starving man, like she was the only thing keeping him alive.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, her tears mixing with the rain still clinging to his skin. The storm outside raged, but inside, the storm between them finally broke.
Adrian lifted her, setting her down gently on the bed, but there was nothing gentle in the way he kissed her. His control—so legendary, so unshakable was gone.
“Elena,” he groaned against her neck, his voice rough, reverent, undone. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Her heart thundered. “Then show me.”
And he did.
Every touch, every kiss, every shuddering breath was a vow unspoken. He worshipped her like she was both his salvation and his undoing, and for the first time, she didn’t resist.
She let go. She surrendered.
And in the quiet aftermath, as his arms wrapped around her and their breathing slowed, Elena realized something terrifying and beautiful:
She wasn’t just in his l
ife anymore.
She was in his soul.
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