Adrian carried Elias upstairs, his grip firm yet gentle, and laid him down on the soft sheets of the bed. Elias tried to sit up, but Adrian pushed him back with a possessive gaze burning in his eyes.
Adrian's hand slipped into Elias's trouser pocket, pulling out Jason's card. With a slow smirk, he tore it into pieces, letting the fragments fall to the floor.
"You're only mine," Adrian whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Say the word and I'll buy every library in the city, just to make sure you're never near anyone else."
Elias opened his mouth to speak, but Adrian was already undressing. Piece by piece, Adrian's clothes fell to the floor, his eyes locked on Elias. Then he leaned down, tugging gently at Elias's shirt, undoing the buttons with slow precision.
Elias hesitated. "Adrian…"
Adrian silenced him with a kiss, rough and demanding. "I told you last time I'd be gentle," he murmured against Elias's lips, "but tonight, I'm punishing you."
His kisses trailed down Elias's throat to his chest. He licked one nipple, teasing it with his tongue before sucking it gently, then harder, drawing a shaky breath from Elias's lips.
Elias's body tensed, then melted under the touches. His back arched as Adrian's mouth explored further, leaving a trail of warmth and want down his skin. Adrian turned Elias over, kissing down his spine, licking the soft skin along his back.
Elias moaned, soft and helpless. "Adrian…"
Adrian grinned. "You sound even cuter when you moan my name."
Flustered, Elias looked away, but the way Adrian touched him—slow, teasing, and full of want—made his whole body heat up. Adrian pushed Elias gently down, guiding his head lower.
With flushed cheeks and trembling lips, Elias began to move, his body obeying instinct and desire alike.
In the quiet room, Elias's voice echoed softly, laced with breathless moans and whispers of protest.
"Adrian… please," he gasped, clinging to the sheets beneath him. "Take it easy…"
But Adrian's gaze burned with desire, his breath heavy against Elias's skin. "You shouldn't have teased me like that," he murmured, kissing along Elias's shoulder. "You knew exactly what you were doing."
Elias trembled under him, his voice shaking as he whimpered, "It hurts…"
Adrian paused, brushing Elias's hair away from his face, his expression momentarily softening. "Then hold on to me," he whispered, "I'll make it feel good… you'll forget everything else."
And just like that, Elias melted beneath his touch again—lost in the heat, the wild rhythm, and the overwhelming sensations that blurred pain with pleasure. The room filled with the sound of Elias's voice—sweet, breathy, and filled with aching need. His name spilled from Elias's lips over and over, like a spell neither of them could break.
Outside the window, the night stayed silent, but inside that room, love and lust danced dangerously close, leaving only the sound of two hearts racing in sync.
Elias lay quietly on Adrian's chest, his breath soft and body marked with fresh scratches and fading bruises—traces of the night's passion. Adrian gently ran his fingers along Elias's back, tracing the lines he'd left behind.
A smirk tugged at Adrian's lips. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
Elias didn't respond, his face flushed as he turned slightly away, hiding his expression against Adrian's skin. His silence was enough of an answer.
Adrian chuckled lowly and leaned in, brushing a kiss on Elias's temple. "Don't make me jealous again," he whispered, voice laced with warning and affection. "You know better now… how I punish when you do."
Elias bit his lip, heart thudding, a mix of fear, thrill, and something deeper blooming in his chest.