In the electrifying silence that followed, Camille couldn't resist the pull any longer. She closed the scant distance between them, her body pressing flush against Adrien's, her breasts—full and aching—molding to the hard plane of his chest through the thin fabric of her shirt. His breath hitched, the restraint he'd clung to fracturing as her lips crashed into his, a hungry kiss that tasted of forbidden desire and the salt of her skin. Adrien's hands roamed greedily, one sliding up to tangle in her auburn hair, the other gripping her hip with bruising force, guiding her closer until she could feel the rigid outline of his throbbing cock straining against his jeans. "Fuck, you're driving me wild," he growled against her mouth, his voice rough with need, and she moaned in response, her fingers fumbling with his belt, eager to free him. The chapel's dim light played over their bodies, heightening the illicit thrill as Camille ground against him, her dripping pussy throbbing with wet heat that soaked through her panties, demanding more.

Adrien spun her around with a sudden surge of dominance, pressing her back against the cool stone wall of the scaffold, his hands hiking up her skirt to expose her thighs. She gasped at the contrast, the chill of the rock against her bare skin making her nipples peak even harder beneath her top. "Is this what you wanted, you little tease?" he murmured, his fingers delving between her legs to stroke her slick folds, circling her swollen clit with deliberate pressure that made her hips buck. "God, you're so fucking wet for me already." Camille's response was a breathy whimper, her hands clawing at his shoulders as she arched into his touch. He wasted no time, yanking down his jeans just enough to free his thick, pulsing dick, and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, plunging into her in one deep, relentless thrust that stretched her pussy wide. She cried out, the raw invasion igniting a fire in her core, and he began to pound her with powerful strokes that echoed in the chapel's hallowed space.

But Adrien wasn't done; he pulled out abruptly, turning her to face the wall, her hands splaying against the rough stone as he positioned her on all fours atop the scaffold's platform. "Bend for me," he commanded, his voice laced with lust, and she obeyed, her ass tilting up invitingly. He slid back into her from behind, the new angle hitting deeper, his balls slapping against her with each forceful pump. "Your pussy feels so goddamn perfect wrapped around my cock," he rasped, leaning over to nip at her neck, one hand reaching around to tease her clit again. Camille met his rhythm, pushing back against him, the building pleasure coiling tight until it shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing through her as she came with a shattered moan, his own hot cum pulsing inside her. In that shared frenzy, their worlds collided completely, the emotional barrier between restraint and spontaneity dissolving into a raw, intimate connection that left them both breathless and entwined.

As their bodies slumped together against the cold stone, the aftershocks of their release rippled through Camille like distant thunder, her inner walls still clenching around Adrien's softening length, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure. She turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing his sweat-dampened shirt, and met his gaze—those dark eyes now unguarded, reflecting the same raw vulnerability that pulsed in her chest. "Adrien," she whispered, her voice hoarse from cries of ecstasy, "I didn't plan for this, but God, it feels like I've been waiting forever." His breath was hot against her neck as he nuzzled closer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her spine, igniting fresh sparks of desire despite the exhaustion settling in their limbs. The chapel's air hung heavy with the musky scent of their coupling, mingling with the faint, earthy aroma of aged stone, and in that suspended moment, the walls seemed to echo their shared confessions, binding them in a web of unspoken truths.

Adrien's hand slid lower, cupping her ass possessively, his thumb brushing the slickness still coating her thighs, a reminder of how thoroughly he'd claimed her. "You're addictive," he murmured, his voice a gravelly rumble that vibrated through her, stirring the embers of her arousal back to life. With a surge of renewed hunger, he lifted her chin, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slower, deeper than before—less frantic, more exploratory—as if savoring the taste of her surrender. Camille responded with a soft moan, her breasts pressing against his chest once more, nipples hardening at the friction, while her hand ventured down to grasp his stirring cock, feeling it twitch and grow under her touch. The intensity built again, a simmering fire that demanded fuel; he guided her onto the scaffold's platform, laying her back against the rough wood, her legs parting instinctively as he positioned himself between them. His fingers delved into her once more, stroking her swollen, sensitive folds with deliberate precision, each circle around her clit sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core, her hips arching to meet him as she whispered pleas for more.

The emotional undercurrent surged as he entered her again, his thick shaft sliding home with a possessive thrust that made her gasp, their bodies moving in perfect, urgent rhythm. It wasn't just the physical bliss—the way his cock filled her so completely, stretching her in ways that blurred pain and pleasure—but the way their eyes locked, sharing the unspoken depth of their connection, the barriers they'd both fought so hard to maintain finally crumbling. Each powerful stroke drew cries from her lips, her nails raking down his back as the pleasure coiled tighter, promising another shattering release, their shared frenzy evolving into something profound, a dance of souls as entwined as their heated flesh.

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