Her whole body hung heavy, like cloth soaked through with water. Layla woke from a dream she couldn’t remember and lay with her eyes closed, trying to push away the lingering traces of it. Every joint in her body ached without exception, and she felt completely drained of energy. On top of that, something hard yet soft pressed down on her from above. But where in the world would you find a soft boulder? She let out a small, bemused laugh at the absurd thought and slowly lifted her eyelids.

The room was already bright, as though the sun had long since risen. Was she late? But there were no windows in her room. She jolted upright in alarm, and as she looked around in confusion, she barely managed to remember that she had been given time off not long ago.

Then where was she? Layla was still struggling to get her bearings, sleep not yet fully gone from her face, when someone pulled her waist closer and held her tighter. She turned her head quickly and found the face of a man so beautiful he looked sculpted by the gods.

The first thing she noticed was the deep black lashes resting quietly over finely carved eyes. A high, straight nose bridge that paired well with his firm, defined brow bone. A mouth that looked like it would stretch into a wide, easy smile. Below that, a thick and solid chest settled into a pleasing shape each time he shifted. So that was what the boulder feeling had been.

“Why are you squirming so much, Layla?”

She had been staring at him in a daze when Adrian’s voice reached her. Still low and sunken from just waking, it was terribly deep. The question carried a trace of laughter, and it was enough to pull Layla fully back to reality. The sleep that had fled left a space that sensation rushed in to fill, vivid and immediate.

Adrian’s hand toying with her hair and brushing it aside. Bare skin pressed flush against bare skin. And the hard, foreign pressure she kept feeling between her thighs.

“……Hmph?”

A small m*an slipped out and she tried to clap a hand over her mouth, but his hand got there first. Adrian gently took hold of her chin and turned it toward him, licked at her parted lips, and kissed her. He drew out his deep red tongue and tangled it with hers, sucking and pulling, then greedily stirred through the inside of her mouth. At the same time, one hand cupped and kneaded her rounded br*ast before finding the peak already drawn tight, scratching and flicking at it teasingly.

“Ahng, A, dri, an, ugh!”

“Hah. Say it again.”

When she called his name, the shaft settled between her thighs swelled even larger. Adrian urged her on in a low, rasping voice and took his pre-slicked c*ck in hand, pressing it between the parted folds of her s*x. He pushed slowly upward against her entrance, already soft and yielding from the night before, and a strange, trembling cry slipped from between Layla’s lips.

“Huu…… Too, big, hng!”

Every time the thick head prodded and teased at her entrance, she felt herself filling up to the brim. The arousal that had surged the moment she woke was almost too much to bear, and she whimpered in protest. Adrian nibbled at her ear and whispered to her.

“You took it so well all night, so why the fussing? Hm?”

He rolled Layla fully onto her back and stared down at her face. With a breath that was half m*an, he moved his hips and pushed slowly into her. She felt every inch of it, the veined shaft pressing up through each fold of her inner walls. Below her navel, heat prickled and spread.

“Ugh, why are you, so tight?”

No matter how she thought about it, she wasn’t the one who was too tight. He was the one who was seriously too big. She gasped at the sensation of his c*ck filling her all the way to the hilt and wrapped her arms around Adrian’s neck. As the overwhelming feeling gradually gave way to something familiar, she stared blankly into the amber eyes looking back at her.

“Adrian…… Mmng.”

She loved the way his beautiful eyes twitched slightly every time she called his name. It had only been a few days since she learned that Eddie’s real name was Adrian, but it already felt natural, as though she had always known it. She still knew nothing about him beyond his real name, and yet…… the urge kept rising in her, telling her it no longer mattered who Adrian was. She had already taken him into her heart past the point of no return.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Ah! Haaah!”

“You need to focus on me, Layla.”

Apparently unhappy with her vacant staring, Adrian drew his hips back and drove forward in one thr*st as he whispered. The sensation of being pierced through in an instant made Layla’s lower back seize and arch up in small, sharp spasms. Each time his thr*sts quickened, his thick sac slapped wetly against her perineum again and again.

“Ah! Good, ugh, it’s good. Mmmm!”

Layla, now rocking helplessly, gripped Adrian’s back hard. Her fingertips curled as she panted with pleasure. She raked her nails down his back, and it seemed to spur him on, because his thr*sts grew faster still. The way he drove into her became more and more fierce and urgent.

“Ah, it’s strange, mmmh, aaaahh!”

The pleasure building inside her grew more and more overwhelming, more than she could contain. Her mind felt like it was burning white and going blank, and Layla sobbed out her m*ans. Separate from her feelings for him, she truly had never imagined it would be like this, day and night without rest.

She had clearly come to treat his wounds, so how had things ended up like this? But somehow he seemed to know her mind had wandered elsewhere, because Adrian scooped her up and began driving his hips into her even deeper and harder than before. Layla threw her head back and cried out in a breathless stream of m*ans, too lost to hold onto any thought at all.