Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Seen any part of him?

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This Chapter contains an intimate scene.

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The fast rhythm against the wall slowly came to an end. Both of them stayed quiet, breathing hard.

Adrian didn’t pull away right away. For a long time, he stayed leaning over her, his forehead pressed on hers. His bare chest kept rising and falling heavily against her.

Elara’s eyes were half closed. Her body felt tired and weak. She didn’t dare move. When the rush inside her finally faded away, her lips pressed together tightly as a thought came to her mind.

Downstairs, the afterparty would still be going on and Ziva might still be there. What if she had woken up and was looking for her right now?

The thought made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

And then there was Carris. There was a high chance that he had seen her leave the floor with Adrian.

She was supposed to be there with them, or better yet, gone to her apartment to escape the mess entirely. Yet here she was– hiding in a dark room, completely undone.

But before she could take a full breath, the solid warmth of Adrian’s body against hers pulled her back to the present.

She looked up through the shadows at the sharp line of his jaw. It scared her how easily he could make her forget everything.

He was supposed to be the cold man who wanted to control her life at all cost, but feeling the fast beat of his heart against her skin made him feel almost human.

She hated how much power he had over her. But even more, she hated realizing that she didn’t want him to move away just yet.

Slowly, he pulled back. Without a word, he lifted her up.

Her legs were still loosely wrapped around his waist as he carried her across the room to the big bed. He laid her down gently on the soft sheets. His hand remained on her thigh, fingers pressing into her skin as if breaking contact entirely was an impossibility.

Elara sank into the bed. She was so tired. The long day, the party, and everything that had just happened finally caught up with her.

She let out a soft breath and turned her head to the side, her eyelids fluttering shut no matter how much she tried to keep them open.

She expected him to get up and leave, but the bed dipping beside her at the very next moment made her lips purse.

Adrian moved over her again settling his heavy body between her legs. A small sound escaped Elara’s lips as his weight pressed down on her. Her tired muscles gave way naturally as he pushed her legs wider.

He held her knees and lifted them higher, pinning them against his sides. The new position made her feel completely open to him.

He looked down at her with dark, intense eyes as he slowly pushed back inside her.

His pace wasn’t fast this time but every movement sent a heavy wave through her body. Elara’s head fell back against the pillow, her fingers clutching the sheets as soft broken sounds left her lips.

She was too tired to move with him. She could only lie there, letting him set the pace.

Adrian’s breathing grew rougher. He lowered himself fully on top of her, his chest pressing against hers, his face buried in her neck.

He kept moving slowly, like he couldn’t get enough. Then his hand found hers and locked their fingers together tightly, pressing them into the mattress beside her head.

Elara’s eyes closed completely. She was so exhausted but the feeling was too strong.

His body trembled against hers. Then in a low, rough voice that barely sounded like him, he whispered against her skin:

"Elara..."

Hearing her name leave his lips made the air completely vanish from her lungs. She stared at his face through the haze, her lips parting slightly. But he didn’t stop. He held her close until the pleasure built again. When it finally crashed over them, Elara’s body shook. She held onto him tightly as a long, soft sound left her lips. Adrian groaned deeply against her neck, his body tensing against hers.

Afterward, the room was quiet except for their heavy breathing.

Adrian slowly shifted his weight to the side. But just as quickly, he reached out in the dark and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her back against his chest, holding her firmly in place.

Elara didn’t have the energy to resist or even think about going back outside. She simply let her body relax where he pulled her. Her back pressed against his solid chest and her face turned toward the dark window.

Within minutes, she fell into a deep dreamless sleep against him.

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Elara’s eyes opened slowly, a small ache pounding in her head.

Everywhere was still dark almost exactly as it had been before she fell asleep, except for the city lights spilling in through the floor to ceiling windows.

Her eyes moved around quietly taking in the current state of the room.

The corner of her lips lifted into something even she herself could not understand as her gaze landed on the scattered clothes.

Her dress was pooled carelessly near the wall, completely wrinkled and abandoned. Not too far away were his shirt and tie.

But those thoughts were cut short when she tried to shift and suddenly realized a weight around her middle was stopping her from moving.

Adrian still had his arm locked firmly around her waist, pinning her back flush against his bare chest.

He was completely still, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, and his breathing kept brushing against her shoulder blade.

Slowly, she turned her head over her shoulder to catch a better look at him. Her gaze paused on his face captivated by how much younger and different he looked without his usual cold, calculated expression.

A few loose strands of his dark hair had fallen across his forehead, casting faint shadows over his closed eyes. His expression looked calm and his lips were slightly parted as slow breaths escaped from them quietly.

She stared at him for far longer than she should have before her gaze slowly drifted downward.

Heat instantly rushed to her cheeks.

Across his chest and neck were deep scratch marks that looked as though someone had clawed at him in anger. And she was very sure those marks were undeniably hers.

Her lips pressed together tightly before she quickly looked away. She lowered her hands and carefully wrapped her fingers around his wrist, intending to lift his arm off her waist so she could get up.

But the moment her fingers touched him, his grip suddenly tightened.

Elara froze instantly, her heartbeat jumping violently into her chest before she could even control the reaction.

She waited for him to open his eyes and realize the position they were still in, but instead, he only exhaled softly against her shoulder. His long fingers lazily trailed lower across her hips before settling on her thigh, as if he was simply adjusting unconsciously in his sleep.

Elara quietly released a breath of relief. Assuming he was only reacting to her warmth in his dream, she tried once more to lift his arm away.

But it felt unbelievably heavy. And every time she managed to create even the smallest space between them, his arm would tighten again around her waist. If not for his closed eyes, she would have thought the actions were completely intentional.

It took her four careful attempts before she finally managed to untangle herself from his grip. The moment she slid away from him, the cold air immediately brushed against her bare skin.

She stepped onto the chilly floor and quickly walked toward what she guessed was the restroom door. After freshening up a bit, she came back out.

Adrian was still lying on the bed though his position had changed now.

Elara quietly gathered her clothes and put them back on. After one final glance toward his figure, her lips pursed tightly before she turned away and walked toward the door.

She needed to get back to Ziva, whom she did not even know if was still asleep, awake, or already back at the apartment.

When she reached the door, she twisted the knob carefully and it opened without resistance.

But just as she was about to step outside, her movement suddenly stopped completely as her eyes landed on the person standing directly outside the room.

It was Harris.

He was standing still, looking upward as though he was silently saying prayers in his mind. But the way his foot kept tapping repeatedly against the floor made it obvious that he was trying very hard to gather courage for something.

He didn’t even seem to realize that Elara had already opened the door.

Elara simply stood there quietly, waiting for him to finally look down and notice her. And the second he did, just as he raised his hand to knock, he nearly jumped backwards in shock.

His eyes widened a little as he stared at her standing there.

But Elara noticed something immediately. He did not actually look very surprised.

That simple realization made her feel strangely uncomfortable.

Harris quickly straightened himself before giving one of his usual polite bows. When he looked back up at her, his lips opened and closed awkwardly several times. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Uh... Miss Veyne. I... um... well..." He rubbed the back of his neck helplessly. "I came to..."

He suddenly paused and blinked a few times as though he had completely forgotten what he originally wanted to say.

"Have you seen my boss?" he finally asked weakly. Then after a small pause, he added, "Or... well... any part of him?"