Chapter 98
Skyr’s POV
I pulled him down beside me, our remaining clothes falling away–his jeans, my leggings, discarded in a tangle of limbs.
My hands explored him, tracing his abdomen, the curve of his hip, the warmth of his skin. His body was a map of strength, each scar a story I wanted to
know.
His lips trailed down my throat, lingering at my pulse.
“Skye,” he whispered, my name a prayer. His hand cupped my breast, thumb hbrushing the sensitive prak, drawing a gasp. The sensation was electric, pulling
into the moment, away from guilt,
1 arched into him, nails grating his back, urging him closer a mouth moved lower, kissing across my stomach, stubble grazing my skin, a delicious contrast to his soft lips. At the curve of my hip, he paused, looking up, eyes asking for trust. I nodded, breath shallow, and he continued, lips and tongue exploring with a tenderness that tightened my chest.
Guilt surged, sharp, Nadia loved him. How can I take this? But Adrian’s touch grounded më,
his hands steady as they parted my thigh..
His breath was warm against my core, and when his mouth found me, the world narrowed to that point. A moan escaped, unbidden, as pleasure colled in. belly, drowning doubts
“Adrian,” I gasped, fingers threading through his dark hair, anchoring myself. He growled, the vibration sending sparks through me. His tongue moved deliberately, teasing, tasting, building a rhythm that let me trembling. Each stroke reminded me I was here, alive, feeling with an intensity that bordered on
The contradiction tore at me- guilt for betraying Nadia’s memory, need to surrender to Adrian. This act, this connection, was a defiance of death, proof was still breathing. Sex with Adrian was a tether to life, pulling me back from despair.
He sensed my tension, his hand finding mine, fingers intertwining. “Stay with me, Skye,” he murmured, voice muffled. “last frel,”
I let go, pleasure washing over me, pushing guilt aside. My hips moved with him, chasing the edge, and when he slipped a finger inside, curling it, I cried out, arching off the bed. The intensity built, pressure threatening to break me, and I welcomed it, craving release to prove I was alive.
He moved back up, lips finding mine, tasting of us. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him fully. His erection pressed against mr, hard, warm, and I reached down, guiding him. Our eyes locked, a silent queation, and I hesitated, heart pounding.
“Adrian,” I whispered, voice trembling, “be gentle. This… this is my first time
His eyes softened, a flicker of understanding. “I know,” be said, voice low, reassuring. He kissed me softly, a promise in the gesture, then positioned himself, entering me slowly, inch by inch. The stretch was intense, a mix of slight pain and overwhelming fullness, but his careful pace eased me into it. His gaze never left mine, watching for any sign of discomfort, his arms trembling with restraint.
I gasped, hands gripping his shoulders, adjusting to the sensation. He paused, letting me breathe, his forehead resting against mine. “You okay?” he whispered.
I nodded, a small smile breaking through. “Keep going.”
He moved again, slow and deliberate, each thrust measured, letting me feel every detail–the heat of him, the way be filled me, the connection binding us The pain faded, replaced by pleasure that built with each movement. My body relaxed, molding to his, and I pulled hini closer, needing more.
Guilt längered, a quiet ache, but the intensity of our connection overwhelmed f. With each thrust, I felt alive, present, as if this act pulled me back from the void Nadia’s death had left. Adrian’s love was a lifeline, reminding me I could still feel joy, still crave life,
“Faster,” I whispered, voice shaky with need. He obliged, hija driving deeper, friction building heat that consumed me. Our breatha mingled, sharp, uneven.. as ver mured in sync. His lips found my neck, kissing, nipping, each touch sending sparks through nie.
Iclung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, anchoring myself as pleasure but to a crescendo, My body tightened, meres alight, the edge approaching. “Adrian,” I gasped, voler braking, “Tm=”
Chapter 98
“Let go.” he urged, voice a growl against my ear. His hand slipped between us, fingers circling my clit with perfect pressure. It was too much, and I shattered, my climax crashing over me. My vision blurred, body trembling as I cried out, tears spilling down my cheeks.
The tears weren’t just pleasure–they were grief, guilt, love, relief. Adrian’s name was a sob as I clung to him, shaking. He followed, his release marked by a low groan, body tensing before he collapsed, his weight grounding me
We lay tangled, breaths slowing. My tears wet his shoulder, and he pulled back, concern in his eyes. “Skye, you okay?” he asked, thumb brushing a tear away,
I nodded, throat tight. The tears were cathartic, cleansing the guilt. In his arms, I felt alive, truly alive, in a way I hadn’t since Nadia’s death. Sex with Adrian was a reminder I could still feel, still love, still fight..
He kissed my forehead, tender. “Whatever happens at Silvercrest Mountain,” he whispered, “we face it together. As Alpha and Beta, but also as something more. Something ours.”
I curled closer, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. Tomorrow brought politics, challenges, the election’s weight.
But tonight, we were Skye and Adrian, Finding solace, cherishing the present before the storm.
