I dug my heels in. I threw my head back, a guttural cry leaving my lips, and then Adrian’s mouth was on me while his fingers moved inside me, and with each thrust, each lick of his tongue, I felt myself breaking apart. I did not know how he could do this to me, how I could feel so grounded within my body, how I could feel the heaviness of my breasts and the heat inside me, the tightness in my muscles and the pleasure of his touch, but also have no control over my mind or the words and sounds that came from my mouth.

My fingers tangled into his hair, my nails scraping along his scalp as I pulled. I did not care that it might hurt; I needed something to hold onto as I rode this pleasure—until I came with a guttural sob. As my body relaxed, I became aware of how hot it was in this tent. I was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and my hair stuck to my neck and the sides of my face.

Adrian withdrew and kissed a path up my body before his mouth was on mine, and as he shifted to his side, positioning my back against his chest, he shoved his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them, shamelessly, tasting my come.

“I want this come around my cock,” he said, and then he kissed me, and I had to crane my neck to reach him. He guided my leg over his, opening me wide, and the cool air did nothing to ease our heat. I moaned as he slipped his cock through my wetness, teasing until he slid inside.

My head fit into the crook of his arm, and he held my gaze as he moved inside me, touching my breasts and stroking my mouth with his tongue. I had no choice but to bend to his will—my back arched away from him, my head pressing into his shoulder. I fought to breathe as I writhed, lost in the pleasure he coaxed with each thrust of his cock.

I could tell when he was close because his pace changed, and he stroked my clit, which felt just as swollen as his cock. When he touched me, my lips parted on a silent scream, and he used the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth once more. As he pulled away, he gripped my jaw, fingers splayed down the column of my neck, thrusting harder and faster—and as he erupted inside me, he bit into my neck.

This scream was not silent. It tore from my throat, a heady mix of pleasure and pain, soothed only when Adrian pushed his wrist to my mouth. We fed from each other until our bodies and eyes grew heavy and sleep drowned us in darkness.

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