Reborn: The Tyrant's Obsession-Chapter 343: The death of him

Mature Content. 18+

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Adrian lowered his head, his tongue flicking over her breast, then biting lightly at the peak until she gasped and arched.

His mouth moved to her ear, hot breath spilling down her skin as his fingers slid just barely inside her, shallow, shallow, withdrawing before she could even feel full.

Her nails raked across his back in frustration, "Stop—stop teasing me..."

Ella felt his lips curved against her throat, dragging his teeth along her skin, "Then tell me."

Her eyes fluttered open in a haze, "T-tell you what?"

His fingers brushed over her clit in one merciless stroke that nearly made her scream, "Tell me what you need."

Ella bit her lip hard, her pride warring with the desperation building inside her.

But when he pulled his hand away altogether, leaving her throbbing and empty, a broken sound spilled from her throat, "Adrian—"

He leaned back on his knees, towering over her, watching her body writhe under his, "Say it."

Her entire body flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes glassy with need.

She trembled as her lips finally parted, "You... I need you."

His eyes darkened.

"I... I want you."

He only tilted his head, unsatisfied, his fingers brushing her thigh but refusing to go closer.

Her desperation snapped, "I want you so badly it hurts," she cried, her hands reaching up to grab his shoulders, pulling him down. "Please, Adrian... I need you inside me."

The feral hunger in his eyes ignited, his restraint unraveling at her plea.

"Good girl," he grunted before crushing his mouth to hers again, his hands already spreading her thighs wide as he positioned himself at her entrance.

The moment the words left her lips, Adrian’s gaze darkened to something wicked.

But then, a flicker of hesitation crossed Ella’s eyes.

Regardless of anything, they were in the main mansion after all.

Not to mention all the guests currently occupying the guest rooms, the number of servants in this place was more than enough to scare anyone off.

The Old Master and Old Madam had their eyes and ears everywhere.

"Adrian..." Ella whispered. Her chest was heaving and her legs were still parted beneath him, "What if someone comes—?"

His mouth curved into a small smile, which looked seductive to Ella.

Without another word, he scooped her up effortlessly. Her gasp was swallowed by his kiss.

She barely had time to register the shift before he shouldered open the bathroom door and carried her inside.

He pressed her back against the wall as his body caged hers in.

"Then let them hear," he whispered, his lips bruising hers, tongue plundering her mouth with merciless possession.

Her hands fisted in his hair as her body arched, already wet and desperate for him, "Wait...mm... not there..."

But her plea broke into a moan when he pushed his cock against her slick folds, dragging across her entrance, teasing her swollen clit until she shook in his arms.

The thickness of him made her thighs quiver even before he entered.

"Say it again," he rasped roughly, his tip pressing just at her entrance but refusing to push in.

"I want you," Ella gasped. Her pride had shattered into desperation completely, "I want you inside me, please—"

That was all it took.

He thrust into her in one hard, merciless stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

Ella cried out, her nails clawing his back as the shock of his fullness stole her breath.

"Adrian—!"

He set a brutal pace, each thrust hard and unrelenting, slamming her against the tiles.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the small bathroom, mingling with her gasps and moan.

Her legs wound around his waist, clinging to him for life as he thrust into her.

His cock drove into her again and again, stretching her and hitting deep every time.

The friction was so raw that Ella could barely hold on. Her eyes rolled back, feeling the peak pleasure that he gave her.

"Too much?" he demanded hoarsely, though he didn’t slow, his teeth scraping her neck as his hips pistoned into hers.

Ella’s answer was a broken moan, "No...don’t stop... I want more—"

Her voice cracked into begging, her body trembling violently as pleasure built fast, "Please, baby...."

He obeyed with a guttural groan, pounding into her harder as if he meant to brand her from the inside out.

Each thrust left her shaking, her cries echoing off the bathroom walls, until she could no longer form any coherent words.

"Mine," he growled against her lips, devouring her moans as he slammed into her ruthlessly, fully bare, until she shattered around him, screaming his name.

The sound of their ragged breaths filled the bathroom long after her climax had torn through her.

Ella sagged against Adrian’s chest, trembling, her lips swollen and wet from his kisses.

His arms caged her there, but his cock was still buried inside her, thick and throbbing, refusing to let go.

When she tried to whisper his name, he only tilted her chin up and kissed her again, as if he was dying to have more of her.

Then, without warning, he shifted, his lips leaving her mouth.

He turned on the shower, hot water cascading over them, steam rising to fog the glass.

The heat licked at her skin, but it was nothing compared to the burning hunger in his eyes.

"Adrian..." she gasped, her hair plastering to her face as the water drenched her.

He cut her words off as he spinned her around so her palms smacked against the wet wall.

The suddenness made her yelp, but the raw desire in his grip made her shudder, "You... You are still..."

"Do you think I’m done?" His voice was low and guttural, right against her ear as his body pressed into hers from behind.

His cock, still hard, dragged against her slick folds, "We haven’t even started, Elle."

Her legs trembled as he bent her slightly forward, the water pounding over her back.

She felt the thick head of him push at her entrance, slickened by both her wetness and the shower spray.

Then he slammed into her. Hard.

Ella cried out, her voice echoing against the tiled walls, one hand flying up to brace herself while the other flattened against the wall.

His cock drove deep, stretching her all over again, the force of it making her breasts press into the cold tiles while his hips slapped wetly against her perky bottom.

"Adrian—ahhh—"

He pulled out almost completely, then rammed himself back in, over and over, his thrusts growing deep and vicious.

The water streamed over his body, droplets sliding from his hair onto her shoulders, his grip bruising her waist as he pounded into her with an unhinged rhythm.

The sound was obscene, the wet slap of skin, the rush of water, her moans breaking uncontrollably. But it made both their bodies burn even more desperately.

"Who do you belong to, Elle?" he demanded as he thrust harder, grinding deep inside her.

"You..." Ella screamed, her cheek pressed to the wall as her body quaked from pleasure and the fullness of him, "I-I am only yours!"

Her surrender pushed him over the edge of restraint.

He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the wall, forcing her to take every relentless stroke.

Her back arched under the pounding, her cries unrestrained now that she couldn’t muffle them.

"Mm. Only mine," he groaned, his lips dragging along her wet shoulder, biting down just enough to make her scream louder.

The rhythm grew savage.

His cock hammered into her, the shower washing over their writhing bodies, steam fogging everything but the heat burning between them.

Ella’s legs threatened to give out, but Adrian held her up, doing her deeper until she was sobbing from the intensity of it.

Her climax slammed through her again, making her shake violently in his grip.

With a harsh growl, he thrust into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, his body shaking against hers.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, the shower raining down on their trembling bodies, their breaths shallow and desperate.

Finally, he pressed his forehead against her wet hair, his cock still buried deep inside her, refusing to leave her warmth.

"You are the death of me, Elle," he whispered hoarsely, biting her earlobe before kissing her neck again. "And I don’t even mind it."