54. Moments like these.

Adrian hoists me up and throws me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. He rips my clothes off, my breasts fully exposed to him, making me blush.

His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight before him, his hands trailing over my skin, igniting a trail of fire wherever he touches.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with want. His lips follow the path his fingers traced, planting soft kisses along my collarbone and down to my breasts. I gasp at the sensation, my hands instinctively clutching at the sheets beneath me.

Adrian's lips capture one of my nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. A moan escapes my lips, and I arch my back, pressing closer to him. His other hand moves down, caressing my thigh before slipping between my legs, teasing me through the thin fabric of my panties.

"Do you like that?" he whispers against my skin, his breath hot and enticing. I can only nod, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing th