Chapter 68: Let Me Please You
Nyra’s heart is pounding as they climb into the elevator, the buttons blinking rapidly until it stops at number 4.
Adrian intertwines their fingers, smiling reassuringly at her as the elevator doors finally open with a soft ding.
When they reach the reserved suite, Adrian swipes the keycard across the card reader and pushes the door open.
Adrian stands completely calm as the door to the beautiful room swings open, but the moment it clicks shut behind them, he presses her back against it and slams their lips together. The kiss is desperate, all tongue and teeth.
One large hand cups her jaw, tilting her head for better access, while the other snakes behind her to lock the door.
Nyra melts into it, fingers fisting his shirt as even more heat pools between her thighs. Her body reacts so much to Adrian that it’s even embarrassing to think about.
"Gods, Nyra," he groans against her lips, pulling back so they can breathe, silver eyes burning with raw need. "It has been so fucking hard pretending I do not want this every second I am near you."
Nyra shivers in anticipation, but the hesitation is clear in her eyes as his hand starts caressing her thighs.
She thought she was completely over the screenshots Anna posted, but somehow, in this moment, the words are replaying in her head again and again.
Vanilla. Boring. Loose.
Would he say the same things about her now? What if she messed up and did the wrong things?
What if-
"Hey!" Adrian’s voice cuts off her train of thought. He leans forward until their foreheads are practically touching. "I’m sorry, Nyra. I really am."
She blinks. "Huh?"
"The bond," he looks really guilty. "I could kind of tell what you were thinking through the bond, and I’m so sorry for making you think like that."
Oh. She must’ve forgotten to close the bond.
Adrian sighs. "I’m sorry, and I don’t think you’re loose. I don’t think you’re vanilla--you are really incredible. I can’t even explain how crazy you drive me."
He presses a quick peck to her lips. "And I like that I’m your first. I love it, actually. It’s so, so special to me."
Nyra sighs. "You’re just saying that-"
"I’m not. I swear, I’m not," he responds quickly. "And I’m ready to say it over and over until you stop having these thoughts. Okay?"
Through the bond, she can feel how genuine the words are. She can also feel how much he’s holding back right now, how much Adrian wants to devour her in that moment.
It’s so overwhelming that she closes the bond, her legs buckling slightly. "Okay, okay..." she whispers shakily.
"Good."
Adrian kisses her again, this time slower, savoring the softness of her lips before trailing his lips down her neck.
Adrian slowly removes their clothes, taking his time to press kisses into every inch of exposed skin before he lifts her effortlessly, carrying her to the king-sized bed in the middle of the suite.
He lays her down gently, then settles between her thighs. "I’ll spend tonight making you happy. Forget about sex. I want to taste you."
He presses a trail of featherlight kisses from her thighs to her calf before looking back up."Can I?"
Nyra nods, breathless, her body already trembling from the anticipation. She feels utterly exposed when Adrian hooks her legs over his shoulders, but the unfiltered awe in his eyes makes the shyness fade away.
"You’re so fucking pretty everywhere," Adrian whispers huskily. Without waiting for a response, he dives in.
His tongue is relentless, lapping and circling her clit like a hungry dog given a bone before plunging it inside her.
"Ah, oh God." Nyra cries out, her back bowing off the mattress as pleasure sparks through her body like tiny fireworks.
He groans at the taste of her, and the vibration sends another jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
He adds his fingers, and Nyra screams when she feels the thick, long fingers breaching her gently but eagerly. He curls them just right while his tongue works her clit.
The wet sounds fill the room, the double pleasure making her toes curl until they hurt.
"Adrian... oh fuck!" Her hands tangle in his dark hair, hips pushing away from his face from how intense everything feels.
But he doesn’t let up. He grabs her hips tighter, devouring her like a man starved. "You taste so fucking good, baby," he groans between her legs.
The pleasure is too much. She has never felt anything like this before--and for one second she wonders where Adrian learned to do this with his tongue. Who else has he made feel this good?
But then he hums, licks his lips, then flicks his tongue faster, and the thoughts all dissolve into nothingness as the dam finally breaks.
Nyra comes hard, thighs clamping around his head as she squirts across his tongue and chin, soaking his face and the sheets beneath her. Stars burst behind her eyelids. It feels like she’s floating in the clouds.
When it’s over, Nyra is a trembling, boneless mess. Her entire body is twitching, her eyes barely open.
"S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-"
Adrian lifts his head, lips glistening, a satisfied grin on his face. "Sorry? You were so perfect. Fuck, I could eat you out again and again," he praises, crawling up her body to kiss her, letting her taste herself on him.
Still catching her breath, Nyra reaches out hesitantly, a finger trailing down his athletic body. The few exposed, shallow wounds have already closed up, though the skin is still red--but she still stays clear of the bandages.
Feeling her touch him like that makes his cock strain against his boxers, thick and already wet. "I... I want to make you feel good too," she whispers, cheeks burning. "I want to touch you."
Adrian kisses her in response, his eyes a mix of lust and tenderness as he guides her hand lower, helping her wrap her fingers around his length.
"Like that," he mumbles against her lips, his voice rough. "Firm grip. Stroke up and down--yeah, just like that. Fuck, your hand feels good."
Encouraged by his groans, Nyra explores. She pumps him slowly at first, enticed by the way he twitches when she thumbs the sensitive head.
Her other hand roams his chest, nails grazing his nipples, then down to cup his balls gently. Adrian’s head falls back, a deep groan escaping his throat.
"Fuck, Nyra! You’re going to be the death of me tonight."