Reborn: The Tyrant's Obsession-Chapter 342: He wants to hear ’her’

Slightly mature content ahead.

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Adrian stilled, his hand tightening slightly against her waist.

One couldn’t tell the meaning behind his tone as he asked, "...So you did it for me?"

Ella nodded without hesitation, her eyes unwavering. "Who else would I do it for, if not you—"

But before she could finish, his lips crushed against hers.

At first, she couldn’t even breathe.

Her body arching against the sudden intensity. His kiss was consuming, desperate, as if he wanted to drown her protests before they could take shape.

Then slowly, deliberately, he eased the pressure. His lips molded hers into a kiss that was achingly passionate.

Ella melted beneath him, her heart trembled as her hands clenched in his hair.

Ella melted beneath him, her heart trembled as her hands clenched in his hair.

His strands tangled between her fingers, silken yet damp with sweat, and she tugged him closer until there was no space left between them.

The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, teeth grazing.

Every time she tried to catch her breath, he stole it again, nipping at her lower lip, coaxing her mouth open before plunging back in like he couldn’t get enough.

Her muffled whimpers only spurred him further, his hand sliding up her ribcage until his thumb brushed against the curve of her breast through the thin fabric.

Her gasp broke the kiss, but Adrian chased her lips instantly, his mouth trailing hotly across her cheek, down to her jaw, then lower, biting gently at the vulnerable spot under her ear.

Ella’s entire body shivered, her nails raking down his back as heat coiled low in her belly again.

They had already consumed each other in the forest, bodies tangled, bare against the dirt, but now... now it felt like the fire hadn’t burned out at all.

If anything, it had only spread, even more ravenous.

The more she had him, the more she wanted him.

Adrian kissed her again, this time slower, more controlled, but in a way that it made her toes curl.

He kissed her like he was memorizing every curve of her lips, like she was his lifeline.

And Ella kissed him back with everything in her, tilting her head, parting her lips wider to let him taste her as deeply as he wanted.

Her hands roamed from his hair down to his jaw, her thumbs brushing over the sharp line of his cheekbones before sliding to his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart.

He groaned against her mouth when she pressed herself closer, the sound vibrating through her chest and igniting sparks everywhere their bodies touched.

The bed beneath them creaked as he shifted, pulling her flush against him, his thigh sliding between hers.

Ella moaned softly at the friction, her lips breaking from his only to return with more urgency, as her tongue tangled with his in messy and hungry strokes.

Her lips were still swollen from their kisses when his hands slipped beneath her clothes, tugging them apart piece by piece until her bare skin met the cool air.

A shiver ran down her spine, but it wasn’t from the cold. I was from the needy cock she felt pressing and throbbing, against her thigh.

Adrian’s mouth moved lower, hot kisses trailing down her collarbone as his palms cupped her breasts, kneading them with a hunger that made her gasp.

His thumb brushed over her nipples, circling and teasing, until they hardened under his touch.

He flicked them with maddening patience before sucking one into his mouth, tongue swirling as though tasting her was his only purpose in life.

"Adrian..." Ella’s breath hitched, her hand flying to his hair to tug him away. She lowered her voice, whispering frantically, "Grandma has arranged separate rooms for us. It won’t look good if somebody comes here and finds us together—"

He didn’t even lift his head. His teeth grazed her sensitive peak, sending a jolt straight through her core.

His voice rumbled low against her skin, "Let them."

Let them.

He was so brazen, so unafraid and unabashed, just like the classic Adrian. But she couldn’t understand why she felt so turned on even by this small thing that he said.

Not giving her a chance to ponder, his mouth sealed back around her breast, rougher and hungrier, sucking until she arched with a cry, her body pulsing in helpless need.

Her nails dug into his shoulders but he only shifted to the other, devouring her there until she couldn’t hold back the moans slipping past her lips.

He pulled away just long enough to dim the lights with a swift flick, until only a soft golden glow bathed her body.

His gaze raked over her curves with something dark and reverent.

"Beautiful," he murmured, before dragging his lips down, tracing kisses along her trembling navel, lower still to the trembling insides of her thighs.

Her legs quivered open under his touch, and before she could stop him, his face buried between them, right against her wetness.

"Adrian!" she cried, her entire body jolting.

Heat flooded her cheeks.

"I—I’m dirty, I haven’t washed up—" Her protests dissolved into a strangled moan as his tongue thrust deep inside wetness, hot and greedy, lapping at her slickness as though he had no intention of stopping.

"Ah—Adrian, please—" she gasped, half in shame, half in desperate need, her cries climbing higher with each stroke of his tongue.

His teeth scraped lightly against her folds, a wicked graze that made her see stars.

He ate her like a starving man.

Every lick was hungrier, deeper, and more relentless than before, as if once he had tasted her, there was no possibility of letting go.

As if he didn’t care that she hadn’t washed up, and he didn’t find her dirty at all.

She writhed helplessly, her head thrown back, her palm flying up to clamp over her own mouth in a feeble attempt to hold her moans in.

Abruptly, he stopped.

Her chest heaved, her eyes wide and panicked as she panted, "W-why did you stop?"

His dark eyes lifted, sharp and narrowed, his mouth glistening with her juices.

"Let me hear you," he ordered, his tongue giving her a rough lick that made her jolt, "Don’t hold back."

"But I—"

Whatever she meant to say vanished when he pinned both her wrists down firmly at her sides.

His mouth returned to her with ruthless precision, tongue plunging deep.

He sucked and licked until every ounce of her composure shattered.

Her cries broke free, wild and unrestrained, echoing in the dimly lit room as her thighs quaked around his head.

He devoured her, drinking every sound, every shiver, until she convulsed against his mouth, climax tearing through her in waves so powerful she could only sob his name, "Adrian... baby, yes..."

Adrian didn’t stop until he had licked up every drop of, his tongue savoring her trembling slickness until she collapsed back onto the sheets.

Ella’s entire body was shaking with breathlessness as she completely came undone under his control.

When he finally lifted his head, his mouth glistened with her release.

His tongue darted out to lick the last of her taste from his lips, hungry eyes locked onto hers as though he couldn’t get enough of her. As though she was his only addiction.

Ella was still trembling when Adrian rose above her, his shadow engulfing her in the soft golden light.

His lips were wet, his jaw sharp, his expression feral but filled with an unrestrained desire towards her. He looked like sin carved into flesh.

She tried to catch her breath, but the moment his mouth crashed against hers, she tasted herself on his tongue.

The intimacy of it made her moan into his kiss, her body jerking as though she could never get enough of him.

But just as she leaned up, desperate to pull him closer, he pulled back.

Her lips parted in confusion, "Adrian—"

His hand slid between her thighs again, two fingers running through her slick folds, deliberately slow, deliberately torturous.

He circled her entrance but didn’t push in, the pressure just enough to make her whimper.

Her hips bucked up instinctively, seeking more, but his other hand pressed down firmly on her stomach, holding her in place. His dark gaze burned into her.

"You want something?" he rasped, voice dripping with cruel seduction.

"Adrian..." Ella panted, trying to twist beneath him.

Her thighs quivered as his fingers teased her slit, never once giving her relief.