Reborn: The Tyrant's Obsession-Chapter 330: Don’t leave marks

A/N: Mature Content 18+

If you are not into it, please skip this chapter. This one's for the spoiled kids that have been asking for sweets haha~

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Ella knew she should have backed off.

Adrian's grandparents probably already hated her audacity to the core by now.

Yet, when she looked at his narrowed eyes that gazed at her seductively, she was tongue-tied.

His fingers did not move anywhere, just idly lingering over the curve of her waist yet it was driving her mad in every sense.

She couldn't think straight anymore.

After they did it the first time on the night of his birthday, they hadn't done it again.

Ella had even responded to his kisses with restraint considering how wounded he was after the stint in the Yu Mansion.

But now…

Ella's control was running thin.

She thought physicality was not her thing. In decades of her life, she hadn't desired as much to be touched by a man before, even when she was crazily chasing Max.

But now, just the stroke of Adrian's fingers was pushing her to the brink.

She gulped and slowly backed away from the man, pressing herself against the steering wheel until her body was arched away from him, ''Adrian, we shouldn't…."

"Can I really do anything I want?" His fingers gently dug into her waist, his chin resting on the spot between her breasts as he gazed up into her eyes.

Ella's breath stuttered, her heart slamming against her ribs at his words. The way he said it, low, husky and reverent…it made her skin break into shivers.

"Adrian…" she tried again, but her voice was paper-thin, breathless, betraying her.

His thumb brushed the edge of her waist, grazing the sensitive skin beneath her sweatshirt, and Ella's whole body jolted.

His lips curved into that dangerous smirk, the one that was barely noticeable yet destructive on his stunning face.

He leaned closer, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath fanning against her chest.

"Tell me no," he murmured, his voice vibrating against her skin. "And I'll stop right here."

Her lips parted, but no words came.

His eyes darkened at her silence. In one slow movement, Adrian pinned her against the steering wheel, trapping her with his body.

His face hovered above hers, his gaze was so intense that she thought he could hear the frantic beat of her heart.

When his lips finally brushed hers, it was featherlight, almost cruelly restrained. A mere ghost of a kiss.

Yet Ella gasped, her body betraying her resolve. She leaned in without thinking, chasing his mouth, desperate for more.

Adrian chuckled low, his lips grazing hers again before he deepened the kiss, swallowing her gasp.

His tongue teased hers, slow and devastating, dragging her into a haze where nothing existed except the taste of him.

One hand lingered on her skin under her sweatshirt while the other cupped her face, holding her still as his kiss grew more urgent, more consuming.

Ella whimpered softly, arching into him, her restraint snapping thread by thread.

The steering wheel dug into her back, but the only thing she felt was his weight pressing against her, the heat of his mouth claiming hers.

When he pulled away slightly, their breaths mingled, ragged and unsteady.

His lips trailed lower, brushing over her jaw, then down the curve of her throat. Each kiss was scorching, leaving her trembling.

"Adrian—" she tried again, but it came out as a needy moan when his teeth grazed the hollow of her neck.

"Mm?" he demanded against her skin, his voice rough with hunger. "What is it, Elle?"

Her fingers curled around his biceps, nails digging in through his suit jacket as she whispered, "I… want you."

The growl that left his chest was primal. He kissed her again, harder this time, devouring her like he'd been starving.

Her lips were swollen, her body had long gone pliant under his touch, and still, she craved more, more of his mouth, more of his hands, more of him.

Adrian's mouth devoured hers, and this time there was no restraint. His kiss was rough, hungry, every swipe of his tongue stealing her breath until Ella was dizzy.

He pulled her even closer to him as if that was even possible. Her knees bracketed his hips, and the steering wheel pressed awkwardly against her back, but she couldn't care. She was burning alive under his hands.

His palms slid beneath her sweatshirt as his fingers splayed across her bare waist, gently pulling her away from the steering wheel.

'Click'

In one swift move, her bra was unclasped.

His palm slid across her bare skin, moving forward until his thumbs brushed the swell of her breasts.

Ella moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch, her fingers tangled in his hair as though she'd die if she let go.

"Adrian…" his name fell from her lips when he broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks, "Don't… don't leave marks…"

She did not know how she remained conscious enough to pay attention to that but it seemed like he listened to her as he paused, and licked onto the spot that he just sucked.

Her body trembled against his as his other hand roamed lower, cupping her bottom and grinding her down against the thick bulge straining in his pants.

She gasped, shuddering, the pressure against her core both unbearable and intoxicating. Every grind sent sparks shooting through her body, dragging soft cries out of her.

"You…" Ella gulped softly, "You are so hard…"

"That's what you did to me, Elle," he rasped, his voice gravelly against her skin.

Ella bit her bottom lip, her heart beating wildly as she let her instincts guide her. She moved her hips, grinding down harder, chasing the friction.

Adrian groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated in his chest, and his hand gave her breast a tight squeeze before it moved down and clamped harder on her hips, guiding her movements.

The heat coiled tighter inside her until she could barely think.

She fumbled for his belt, tugging it loose with shaking hands.

Adrian caught her wrists for a second, his gaze burning into hers, as though giving her a chance to change her mind.