Adrien's hand curved possessively around her breast, the weight of his palm firm yet achingly gentle, as though he knew exactly how to unravel her without giving her the one thing she was silently begging for. His thumb brushed slow, lazy circles along the edge, never quite reaching the hard peak that strained for his attention.
His lips followed suit—trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses around the fullness of her chest. The warmth of his mouth contrasted with the chill of the air against her damp skin, each breath he exhaled sending shivers cascading down her spine. He kissed just below her collarbone, then down the curve where softness met shadow, his teeth grazing but never biting.
"You're so damn responsive," he murmured against her skin, voice thick with restrained hunger.
