Emilia was flushed. she couldn't help it, and it wasn't because of the surprising number of people at the club, or the way that people stared at her in a dress that showed off some of her best assets. Emilia felt a primal need for Adrian, for anyone, more than she'd ever felt in her life. She felt almost incomplete if she weren't absolutely filled. She'd found herself more agreeable to anything Adrian wanted, as long as he would make her feel better-- but even that never seemed to last long, not matter how exhausted she was at the end she always wanted more.
Emilia let out a loud moan when Adrian pressed himself against her, and uttered those words into her ear. She scanned the crowd, she didn't care about any of these people, she suddenly didn't care if any of them saw her being fucked by her boyfriend. She didn't care as long as she got what she wanted-- what she needed.
"I just--" She pressed a heated kiss to his lips, a hand sneaking between them to publicly grope him. "I need you. I don't care who knows that." She was practically whining into his ear.