Continuation...
Adolph
I slide my hand up her ribs, fingers tracing the delicate edge of lace beneath her shirt, teasing, toying, never quite giving her what she wants.
She lets out a soft, frustrated gasp, trying to push against my chest-
But I catch her wrists and pin them above her head.
Her eyes widen, a flicker of defiance sparking in them, but I just smirk.
"Oh, mi amor," I murmur, dragging my lips over her her cheek, whisper directly into her ear,"You know better than to fight me"
She shudders beneath me and
Fuck,I love how she trembles
I grind my knee deeper against her, watching the way she bucks into me, her hips moving on instinct, chasing the friction I'm cruelly keeping just out of reach.
Her head tilts back against the pillow, a ragged breath escaping her lips.
I lean down, pressing my mouth to the curve of her throat, not kissing her-just teasing, tasting, waiting.
Waiting for her to break.
"Say it." My tongue flicks over her pulses and I love how it races beneath my lips
She clenches her jaw
Stubborn as always
I grin
I'll make her beg
Beg for me
My hand brushes on her waist leaving goosebumps in their wake
"You want me, don't you?" It's a demand disguised as a question
She says nothing but a soft moan escaped her lips
Suddenly
A loud bang on the door
"Adolph are you there?,it's serious"
Pranav
It's a once in a lifetime moment to see him serious so Neti could wait
She'll do,I know
Without even glancing at her I stood up and left
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Neti
I'm breathless. My mind is a whirl of conflicting thoughts, my heart still racing in the aftermath of... whatever just happened. The tension between us still lingers, heavy in the air, like smoke after a fire.
I want to say I'm angry, that I'm frustrated by the way he made me feel, but I can't deny the shiver of pleasure still running through my veins.
I push my hands into the cool sheets beneath me, trying to steady myself. My skin feels hot, like I can still feel his hands, his lips everywhere.
And then-
A sharp knock at the door.
"Adolph!"
Pranav's voice echoes through the room, loud and insistent, as though he's calling from the other side of a fog. But the sudden interruption cuts through the haze that's clouded my mind, pulling me back into reality. I hear Adolph's low response, something muffled in his deep voice, but I can't focus on the words.
All I can think of is the space he left behind. The lingering heat where his body once pressed so close to mine.
I sit up quickly, my mind scrambled, trying to make sense of everything-of him, of what just happened, of what I let happen. I glance toward the door, hearing Pranav's voice fade as Adolph walks away without another glance at me.
I swallow, trying to push away the rush of emotions.
What is he doing to me?
I run a shaky hand through my hair, trying to calm myself, but it's no use. My body is still wired, still tingling from his touch, from the way he made me feel like I was on the edge of something-something dangerous, something impossible to resist.
The room feels too big, too empty now that he's gone, and I feel... small.
I draw in a shaky breath, attempting to clear my thoughts. The door is still closed, and I'm alone again. But the tension hangs in the air, thick and suffocating.
I get out of bed, my legs unsteady beneath me as I move across the room, needing something-anything to ground me. I should be angry, I should scream at him, demand to know why he does this to me, why he toys with me like this. But all I can think of is the heat he left in his wake.
My heart races again, my thoughts chaotic.
But as I move closer to the door, I catch my reflection in the mirror. I freeze.
The image that stares back at me is one I hardly recognize-my hair tangled and wet, my shirt askew, my expression flushed with something raw, something untamed. It's not just my body that's been undone. It's everything.
I turn away from the mirror, gripping the edge of the desk to steady myself.
I have to figure this out.
I have to.
I stand there, my chest rising and falling erratically as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. What the hell just happened?
The room feels suffocating now. The air around me, thick with confusion, clings to my skin like the aftermath of a storm. My mind races, unable to settle on any one thought for too long.
Why does it feel like I'm drowning?
I shake my head, but the images are still there-the way his hands gripped me, the way his voice melted over me, coaxing and commanding. The feeling of his lips on my skin, his warmth seeping into me, and the rawness in his eyes. It was everything I didn't expect, and yet... I wanted it.
No. I shouldn't have wanted it.
I feel anger bubbling up, frustration threatening to spill over. He's playing with me. It's the only explanation. He wants to make me feel powerless, to break me down piece by piece. And I... I let him.
But there's something else. Something that won't leave me alone, a knot in my chest that tightens every time I think about him. It's not just the anger. It's the... need. The way he makes my heart race, makes my body ache with a longing I can't ignore.
I can't stand it.
I press my palms against my temples, trying to stave off the thoughts, the feelings that keep crashing into me. Why does this feel like something I should resist? Why does my heart skip when I think about how he looked at me, the way his touch left me breathless?
No.
I grit my teeth, feeling the sharp sting of tears, but I refuse to let them fall. I won't let him see me weak. I won't let him have that power over me.
But then, there's that soft, low voice again in the back of my mind. You already gave it to him.
I take a deep breath, my body trembling slightly, and slowly, I walk toward the window. I can hear Pranav's voice somewhere down the hall, faint but still present. He's the distraction I need, the reminder that I'm not trapped in this endless storm with just Adolph.
Still, my mind drifts back to him.
I try to focus on the stillness outside, but my body is too aware-too attuned to what just happened. The desire, the tension.
It's all I can feel.
I turn away from the window, my gaze flickering toward the door, as though expecting him to walk in at any moment. The thought should scare me, but instead, a shiver of anticipation runs through me.
I hate how much I want him.
I hate how easily he gets under my skin.
I bite my lip, the fight inside me intensifying, pulling me in two different directions. One part of me wants to scream at him, demand answers, push him away. The other part wants to lean in, wants to drown in the fire he ignites in me.
I feel like I'm teetering on the edge of something dangerous-something I can't control.
And that terrifies me.
I finally collapse onto the bed, my hands gripping the sheets as I try to steady my breathing. I can't keep doing this.
But then, I hear a sound outside my door. Footsteps.
I freeze.
Is it him?
No.
I stand up quickly, trying to push the chaos from my mind. But there's no escaping it. Not anymore. I'm tangled in this mess now, and I don't know how to get out.
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