Chapter 257

Celine's graceful form sank to the ground, but Adam's strong arms wrapped securely around her delicate waist. She surrendered to the intensity of his passionate kiss.

Adam unbuttoned her shirt and asked in a husky voice, "Do you have any condoms?"

Celine shook her head.

"I'll ask Leo to bring some over," he said, reaching for his phone.

Celine quickly stopped him. While he thought it was fine to ask Leo, she knew she could never face him again. "No."

He kissed her neck and continued lower. "What don't you want?"

His short hair poked her delicate jaw, causing pain and itching. She grabbed his hair and pulled, saying, "Adam, don't."

She was confused. She hadn't considered having sex with him again, and the day felt chaotic.

Adam kissed her. "Give it to me, Celine."

That night, he had called her name repeatedly. Celine's cheeks turned crimson as her small hands, which had been tugging at his hair, gradually relaxed. She weakly rested them on his strong shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Adam reached for his phone.

"It's not necessary. I'm in my safe period; I can't get pregnant." Her gentle voice trembled.

Adam kissed her again, covering her red lips.

Late that night, footsteps echoed in the women's dormitory corridor as students returned from a date.

"Did you hear that noise?" "What noise?" "It sounds like the bed creaking." "I doubt it. You must be mistaken."

On the pink, heart-patterned bedsheet, Adam wore a crisp white shirt with only one button fastened, exposing his defined abs. His narrow eyes glowed with a crimson hue. Celine perched atop him, and he gently pinched her delicate waist with his large, bony hands. He comforted her in a raspy voice. "Just relax. They've already left!"

Her smooth, long hair cascaded around her, tangling gently against her delicate skin, enhancing her vivid charm. Leaning against his shoulder, she was on the verge of tears.

"Adam, there's"

Adam kissed her. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Celine's red lips felt numb from the kisses; he was completely in control, and she obeyed.

"Celine, was that your first time? Have you never been with a man before? Am I your first?" he inquired, his voice rough and breathless. She gazed at him, tears glistening in her eyes. "Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"I want to hear it from you."

She nodded. "You're the only one."

Adam smiled; the answer clearly pleased him.

Celine felt like a small sailboat tossed by rough waves. As she enjoyed the moment, she suddenly heard him say in a hoarse voice, "Me too." What did he mean by that? She didn't have time to ponder, and he didn't provide an answer.

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