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As much as I was enjoying the soft brush of his chest hair against my bare skin on his inhales, my full bladder was screaming for relief.

Trying my hardest to stay quiet, I snuck from the bed to the adjoining washroom to handle my business, taking the time to brush my teeth and hair, the latter a complete heap of tangles and knots from Adrian’s hands the night before.

Our consummation had been nothing new to me; I’d been letting Adrian take me to bed for years now, yet somehow each time I felt him inside me felt like the first time all over again. I always felt that same rush of excitement and anticipation, the same somersault feeling in my stomach when he kissed or touched me.

I would never grow tired of Adrian, of this I was certain.

“What are you thinking about?” His deep voice came from behind me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, not hearing him enter while I’d been busy staring at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I’d been looking, not seeing, as I daydreamed about the man now standing behind me, naked except for the soft, burgundy-colored bedsheet held around his hips with one hand. His other hand came up to push my freshly brushed hair off my shoulder, letting it fall down my back.

He bent down, dropping a kiss to my exposed neck, replacing his lips with his fingers, trailing soft lines as his gaze met mine in the mirror.

He studied me for what felt like a small eternity, my body still naked from the events of the night before. But I didn’t back down from his piercing eyes. Instead, I looked above my head at his own reflection in the mirror, taking in the beauty that was Adrian.

Tall, strong, solid.

Mine, I thought.

As if he’d heard the word aloud, he brought his hand in front of me to rest between my breasts, the soft gold of his wedding band glinting on his finger.

“Mine,” he rumbled softly.

I placed my hand with my own gold ring on top of his, giving him three gentle squeezes. My silent way of saying, I love you.

“There’s something I want to tell you,” Adrian whispered. “Something I’ve been waiting to share with you until that ring was on your finger.” He shifted his hand to touch my ring, the act innocent enough, but one that had me aching to be claimed by him again.

I shifted my backside into him, moaning softly at the friction of him.

He groaned, pushing into me. “But if you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll have to take you back to bed and make you moan my name all over again, Princess,” he whispered, his mouth returning to my neck.

I arched into him, grinding against him, feeling him hard and ready for me. Whatever he had to tell me could wait. We had all the time in the world.

“Take me to bed,” I murmured, reaching behind me to run my hand over his hardness.

The throaty groan that escaped him had me turning, crashing my lips against his, as he ran both hands down my backside, lifting me up.

My arms and legs wrapped around him as he walked us back to the bed, dropping me gently onto my back.

Flames of orange licked up my body, wrapping around my neck, then my wrists. His fire pulling my wrists down against my sides so I couldn’t move them. His kisses of warmth across my bare skin causing a wave of pleasure that barreled down my spine as his flames danced up and down my body.

He pulled my hips down, so they rested at the edge of the bed, his firm hands guiding my legs over his shoulders, spreading them wide as he knelt before me.

And as his flames went up, Adrian went down.

His mouth devouring the most sensitive part of me, two fingers slipping deep inside me at the same time.

I was ready for him. I was always ready for him.

He sucked, and licked, and pumped in and out of me. My release already building low in my core.

My daylight broke through his flames so I could move my arms to slide my hands through the waves of his hair. The softness of his strands my undoing as I quickly shattered, pushing his head down against me, his mouth sucking deeply as I screamed. His skillful tongue lapping, drawing out my pleasure until I grew sensitive and squirmed beneath him.

He moved my legs, standing, a smug smile of satisfaction on his face.

I pulled him down on top of me, as he moved us up the bed, his lips claiming mine as our tongues tangled together in practiced rhythm, the taste of myself causing a new wave of arousal as he met my entrance with his hardness.

As he sank into me, our moans drowned out the other’s, at the feel of each other.