I woke in a haze of heat and exhaustion, my body still trembling from everything Adrian had done. My limbs ached, my skin throbbed, but the tight, unyielding hold he had on me made it impossible to move or to want to.
He stirred at my slight shift, pressing closer, his chest heavy and warm against my back. One hand smoothed over my hair, the other trailing down my arm, a touch that was more possession than gentleness, yet somehow… comforting.
"Don't move," he murmured, voice low and dangerous, yet soft enough to make my heart stutter. "You need to rest."
I wanted to protest, wanted to tell him I could take care of myself but the memory of his dominance, of his unrelenting desire, kept me silent. My body still ached, but beneath it all, a pulse of heat remained, a reminder of how completely he owned me.
I still showed some guts and asked him," Why do you care anything about me?"
Adrian shifted, rolling me onto my back with a possessive weight that made me gasp. His eyes dark, stormy, impossible to resist locked onto mine. There was hunger there, yes, but also… care. Consideration.
"You're mine," he whispered, voice low, growling. "Even if your head says otherwise."
I thought of Ezel for a fleeting moment, and my stomach twisted. I had once believed I felt something for him, I thought he was the love of my life but now Adrian… Adrian was different. His touch, his voice, his dominance, his care it consumed me. Made me realize the feelings I thought I had for Ezel were nothing compared to this.
Before I could respond, Adrian's lips were on mine, fierce and demanding. He kissed me like a man who would never let me go, his mouth claiming mine in a way that left me trembling. My hands found his shoulders, clutching desperately as every nerve in my body ignited.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to whisper against my lips, "Erica, im sorry for last night. Maybe I was too rough but how can I explain you that no women has made me insane like you did. On top of the memory of Ezel holding me made me lose it completely. I honestly did mean to hurt you."
His words sank into me, searing through every thought, and my body betrayed me, responding with a warmth and need I couldn't resist. I realized then, with a jolt of awareness that made my pulse race, that I wanted him. Not out of fear, not out of obligation… but because of the way he made me feel.
Adrian's hands roamed, teasing, claiming, worshipping every inch of me. Fingers traced curves, lips kissed sensitive skin, and every touch made me gasp, shiver, and arch instinctively. The ache in my body became pleasure, my exhaustion melting into desire.
"You feel that, don't you?" he murmured, eyes dark with need. "You're starting to see… who truly owns your heart."
I wanted to argue, to tell him I wasn't ready, but my moans and shivers betrayed me. I was his. Completely. And deep down, I didn't want to be anywhere else.
He shifted again, pressing against me, teasing, moving with a mix of rough dominance and careful attention that made my body tremble in ways I had never known. He whispered promises, threats, declarations of possession, and every word wrapped around me like a spell.
When he finally pulled me into his chest, holding me close as I drifted into a haze of pleasure and fatigue, I knew something had changed. My heart raced not just from the intensity of our connection, but from the realization that I was starting to feel for him. Truly, irrevocably.
"You are tired, rest now. I would like show you some great shopping centre and this time not getting chased by anyone." He said we both laughed
Ezel, my former distraction, felt like a distant memory. Adrian was here, now, all-consuming, and I was powerless against it and against him.
And as I fell asleep in his arms, exhausted, aching, and trembling, I realized one terrifying, exhilarating truth: I belonged to Adrian. Body, mind, and heart. I was developing feelings for Adrian/Walter.