Chapter 82 - Behind Closed Doors [I] +18

Chapter 82: 82 - Behind Closed Doors [I] +18

Adrien stopped walking.

Amelia took another step before noticing and turned back toward him. "What?"

For once, Adrien didn’t overthink it. He closed the distance between them, caught her gently by the waist and kissed her before she had time to say anything else. Amelia stiffened for barely a second before one of her hands caught the front of his coat and she leaned into him.

The kiss lasted longer than their first one had. There was less hesitation this time, at least from Adrien. He’d spent too long telling himself he needed more time, more certainty, some perfect moment that probably didn’t exist.

When they finally separated, Amelia stayed close. Her cheeks had gone noticeably red, though whether that came from the wine or the kiss was difficult to tell.

Adrien looked at her. "Better?"

Amelia stared at him for a moment. "You really ask that immediately after kissing someone?"

"But?"

Amelia glanced away, then back at him. "Yes. Better."

Adrien smiled faintly. "Nice. Because I meant what I said upstairs."

Her fingers were still resting against his coat. She seemed to notice and slowly let go, only for Adrien to take her hand instead. Amelia looked down at their joined hands, while in her other hand she still carried the unopened bottle of wine she’d insisted on taking with them from the restaurant.

"You’re suddenly being very direct."

"I’ve spent enough time not being direct."

"Is that the wine talking?"

"Probably helping." Adrien squeezed her hand lightly. "Doesn’t make it untrue."

Amelia went quiet after that, but the small smile on her face remained. They started walking again, this time much closer than before, Amelia occasionally swinging the bottle lightly at her side as they moved through the quieter streets.

After several blocks, she looked toward him. "We can’t exactly go back to the castle like this."

Adrien glanced at her, then briefly at the bottle in her hand. "I wasn’t planning to."

She immediately looked forward again. "Oh."

Adrien almost laughed at how quickly her confidence disappeared when he was the one pushing things forward.

"There’s a hotel ahead," he said, nodding toward a quieter building away from the main avenue. "We can stay there tonight. Unless you’ve changed your mind."

Amelia hesitated, tightening her fingers slightly around the neck of the wine bottle before shaking her head. "I haven’t."

Adrien paid for a room at the front desk. Amelia remained beside him with the bottle tucked against her side, suddenly very interested in everything except the receptionist.

A few minutes later, they were standing outside the room.

Adrien unlocked the door and looked at her once before stepping inside.

Amelia followed.

The door clicked shut behind Adrien and Amelia, the weight of the evening’s wine still warm in their limbs.

The private room smelled faintly of sandalwood and something sweeter.

Amelia’s fingers trembled as she set down the wine bottle they’d swiped from the restaurant, her magenta eyes wide with surprise and something else, something hungry.

Adrien didn’t give her time to overthink it. He stepped close, his lean body pressing against hers, and cupped her face.

His thumbs brushed her flushed cheeks before tangling into her pale-blue hair, tilting her head up. She gasped as he kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth like he’d been starving for it.

Amelia moaned into the kiss, her hands clutching at his shoulders. She’d never been kissed like this, like he truly wanted her, not just tolerated her presence.

Adrien’s fingers trailed down her neck, skimming the delicate lace of her dress before finding the zipper at her back. With a slow tug, he pulled it down, the fabric whispering as it pooled at her feet.

She stood there in nothing but a thin silk slip, her breath hitching as Adrien’s gaze raked over her. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, then lower, teasing the hem of the slip before sliding beneath it.

Amelia whimpered as his palm cupped her bare ass, squeezing before his fingers slipped between her thighs.

"You’re wet already," he growled against her lips, his fingers finding her slick heat.

"Don’t say such embarrassing stuff..." Amelia cried out, her hips jerking forward as he circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

She was so sensitive, her body already trembling under his touch.

Adrien broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, "But you like that... don’t you?" before kissing her again, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his fingers.

Amelia’s nails dug into his arms, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs as he pressed his mouth to her pussy through the slip. The fabric was damp where she was leaking, tearing the slip away with a sharp tug.

Amelia’s hands flew to his hair as his tongue lapped at her folds, slow and teasing at first, then faster, harder. She moaned, her hips rolling against his face as he speared his tongue inside her, fucking her with it before swirling around her clit.

"Adrien–" she panted, her thighs trembling.

He looked up at her, watching her reaction.

"Like this?"

Amelia couldn’t answer her back arched, a broken cry tearing from her throat as pleasure crashed over her. Adrien didn’t let up, lapping at her through her orgasm until she was a trembling, whimpering mess, her thighs slick with her own release.

Adrien didn’t give her time to recover. He scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, following her down, his body covering hers. He kissed her again, slow and deep.

His hand slid between them, his fingers finding her entrance once more. This time, he didn’t tease. He pressed two fingers inside her, stretching her gently as she gasped into his mouth.

"Relax," he murmured against her lips, his thumb circling her clit. "Just feel me."

Amelia did. She melted beneath him, her body opening up as he worked her with his fingers, his mouth never leaving hers. When he finally pulled back, his cock was hard and heavy against her thigh, the tip glistening.

She trembled as he positioned himself at her entrance, the head pressing against her. Adrien hesitated, his jaw clenched. "This might hurt," he warned, his voice rough.

Amelia nodded, her breath hitching. He pushed forward, just an inch, and she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck it hurts!"

Adrien stilled, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

"Breathe," he whispered. "It’ll feel good soon."

She did, and as the pain faded, pleasure took its place. Adrien rocked into her slowly, letting her adjust, his thumb still working her clit. Amelia’s tears dried as pleasure coiled tighter in her belly, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.