My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 206: Sin For Me (18+)

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"Adrien—" I began, my voice breathless and unsteady.

He lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze, a wicked little smile on his lips.

"Shh. Don’t worry," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and rough with desire. "I’m not going to leave marks. Not this time since it’d be way too hard to explain to Rachel over breakfast."

The thought of trying to casually eat cereal while hiding hickeys crossed my mind, and I let out a shaky laugh that turned into a soft moan as he returned to kissing my shoulder, careful yet deliberate, like he was trying to memorize every inch.

The only sounds in the room after that were my uneven breathing and the soft, helpless noises I couldn’t hold in. Adrien’s mouth was warm and sure, igniting fire everywhere it touched, and his words...oh, his words were murmured against my skin between kisses, dark, teasing, and utterly filthy.

"Been thinking about this for so long," he whispered, his lips grazing the hollow of my collarbone. "You under me like this. All soft and sweet and mine. I’ve dreamed about it more times than I should admit, little princess."

I whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair.

"You’ve been such a bad boy," he continued, his voice smooth and sinful, "denying me this heaven. Keeping me waiting. Making me watch you smile at someone else when I wanted that smile for myself."

I tried to think of a comeback—something clever, something to remind him he couldn’t just have everything he wanted because he wanted it, but the words got stuck in my throat.

"You’re... can’t just go around...," I managed to say, breathless. "Thinking you can just... have whatever you want."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling against my neck and sending another wave of heat through me.

"You’re right," he said, nipping gently at my shoulder without leaving a mark—just enough pressure to make me gasp. "I’m no saint at all. Never claimed to be, do I probably don’t even deserve you."

And then I felt it, him pressed against my thigh, hard and unmistakable, the proof of just how much he wanted this. My mind short-circuited again, a fresh wave of warmth flooding through me as the reality sank in.

Oh.

Oh...

He wanted me. Not in some vague, abstract way. Right here, right now, in this bed, and with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only arch slightly beneath him, fingers tightening in his hair as his mouth found mine again, swallowing whatever sound I made next.

"Bad" didn’t even begin to cover it.

"Amazing" was far too small a word.

The weight of him pressing against my thigh was impossible to ignore, hot and firm, throbbing slightly with every shift of his hips. It hit me like a wave I didn’t see coming.

My face flushed with heat, so intense that I was sure he could feel it radiating off my skin, my cheeks burning as if I’d been caught doing something far worse than just lying here with him.

My breath hitched, and a nervous swallow followed, my mind racing to find some words, any word and failing miserably.

"Adrien," I whispered, my voice cracking on his name, almost lost in the thrum of my heartbeat. "You’re... you’re hard."

The confession slipped out before I could dress it up with pretty words, raw and trembling, and I instantly wished I could just sink through the mattress and disappear.

But Adrien lifted his head from where his tongue had been tracing soft circles on my collarbone, his eyes locking onto mine in the dim light, dark and glimmering with a mix of triumph and tenderness.

He chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through his chest and into me, tilting his head so that his damp hair brushed against my temple. A slow, wicked grin spread across his lips, the kind that made my stomach flip all over again.

"So are you, little princess," he murmured, his voice husky and teasing, as his gaze dropped pointedly to where our bodies pressed together under the tangled blankets. "In case you hadn’t noticed."

I gulped, the sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet room, my throat tightening as another wave of heat surged through me...this one deeper, pooling in a way that made me shift restlessly beneath him.

There was no hiding it now, not with him hovering over me, every bit of contact electric and undeniable. My body responded to his words, a confession I couldn’t keep secret any longer.

Adrien’s smirk softened into something almost gentle as he watched the color rise in my face, his thumb brushing soothingly along my jaw.

"We should probably do something about that, shouldn’t we?" he said, his voice dropping lower, velvety and coaxing. "Before one of us spontaneously combusts."

My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched the pulse between my legs, and I bit my lip hard enough to feel the sting. The thought of going further, of letting this fire consume us was dizzying, terrifying, exhilarating.

But the sensible part of me, the one that remembered whose house we were in and how thin the walls were, surfaced just long enough to whisper a shaky truth.

"I... I want to," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, shy and trembling. "But we can’t... we can’t have sex."

Adrien didn’t seem disappointed or frustrated; if anything, the heat in his eyes flared brighter, understanding mixed with something darker washing over his face. He dipped his head, brushing his nose against mine in a sweet, impossibly intimate gesture.

"I know, baby," he said softly, his lips grazing mine as he spoke. "I know exactly where we are and who’s sleeping down the hall. Trust me, I’m not trying to get us caught."

His voice turned sultry then, rich and tempting, curling around me like smoke. "But there are other ways to get off without going all the way. Ways that’ll leave you shaking and breathless, forgetting your own name for a bit."

He pulled back just enough to search my eyes, the teasing edge fading into something more serious, almost reverent.

"We could do that, if you want. Just hands... mouths... whatever feels good. But the second you feel uncomfortable—the very second—I’ll stop. No questions, no complaints, no pressure. I promise."

The sincerity in his voice unraveled me more than any steamy promise could. I was already so far gone, lost in the weight of him above me, the delicious friction of his body against mine, the way he looked at me like I was everything he wanted.

There wasn’t a part of me that wanted to stop; every nerve was begging for more of him, more of this, more of the forbidden heat we’d been dancing around for too long.

I swallowed again, but this time it was anticipation rather than nerves, and I let my fingers glide from his hair down to the warm skin of his neck, holding him close.

"I want to," I breathed, feeling steadier now, laced with the same longing I could hear in his voice. "I want to do it. With you."

The smile that broke across his face was both beautiful and dangerous, and then he was kissing me again, deep and passionate, claiming my mouth with a hunger that stole whatever air I had left.

His tongue danced against mine in a slow, filthy rhythm that made me moan softly, my hips instinctively rolling up to chase the pressure I craved.

When he finally pulled back, both of us breathless, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes heavy-lidded and blazing.

"Perfect," he whispered against my lips, his voice rough with wonder and desire. "You’re absolutely perfect, Noah."