I opened my eyes slowly, drowsily, sexily.
Adam smiled down at , touched his finger gently to my swollen lips, caressed it for a little second, before replacing the finger with his lips. A peck, and another.
I blinked to bring him into focus. My body was locked with his; I could feel him, thick and heavy, buried deep within the tightness of my core.
His smile was lazy and sated, his blue eyes holding masculine satisfaction that he had done so much more than simply please . He looked as if he might start purring over his own prowess.
I found my smile hovering too close to the surface.
He was moving again with slow, languid strokes that kept heat scorching my body, keeping my nipples pressing into the muscles of his chest. The flickering lights of the dim bulb hanging at the hollow top of the cave illuminated the fine sheen of sweat on his skin. His thick hair was slightly damp, falling around his face, lending him the look of a pirate.
I reached up and gently traced the hard line of his jaw.
Adam captured my hand, brought it to his mouth to kiss, then laced his fingers through mine. He stretched my arms above my head and held them there, leaving my body open and vulnerable to his continuing invasion.
I was no longer afraid of him or his Lycan which I had stupidly thought would surface. He had been wild and insatiable, even rough at tis, but he had ensured my pleasure before his own. I could read the satisfaction in his eyes, the light in his soul, and I was thankful to be able to bring him relief.
Then, Adam savored the hot, slick wetness of , the perfection of my satin skin, the silken mane of my hair. The wildness inherent in his nature ran as deep in . My passion matched his.
He bent his head to place a kiss in the tempting hollow of my shoulder. It was still unbelievable to that I was here with him like this, that it was not so dream my mind had created to appease my lusty soul. Where he had been wild and aggressive before, he was slow and gentle now, moving with long, sultry strokes, his gaze locked with mine so he could see the pleasure he brought to on my expressive face.
My eyes clouded with passion; my lips parted as my breath ca in little gasps of wonder. He was so beautiful, he destroyed my tranquility, that absolute calm I had long ago acquired from being unseen. Adam made helpless and out of control. Selfish wanted him for all ti. Not the short span of hours we would have, but for an eternity. I wanted it all.
I closed my mind to that wishful possibility, that temptation, and upped my head to take his mouth with mine, his tongue dueling with mine, sweeping over my teeth, exploring the moist interior, demanding that I do the sa to him. He thrilled to the tiniest details. The brightness of my hair, the length of my eyelashes, the curve of my cheek - all an abundance of riches along with the feel of my body surrounding him. Hot velvet gripping him, teasing him. I knew because he kept murmuring whilst kissing them all as he thrusted in and out of .
I tightened around him, my muscles rippling with the intensity of my pleasure, and he allowed the sensations in my body to beco his own. I felt the deep ripples begin like an earthquake, building and building until my shattering release. We both were making little sounds in our throat, my arms taut as I writhed beneath him, trying to break free from his grip, but he held and watched and experienced the strength and power of his body joined with mine, the tidal wave ripping through , fragnting my mind as the rush ca.
His body surged more strongly into mine, each stroke harder and longer, going deeper until we were fully one being. I wanted him at that mont to know what he did to , the beauty of his priceless pleasure.
The rush took over, consud his mind, consud his body, until every muscle was bursting with need. Still he held my gaze so that I could see the tension on his face, the wildness in his eyes, the hunger and rapture, the sweet agony and ecstasy my body brought to him. He erupted into , over and over, a volcano of molten seed, and of burning fire.
My legs held him tightly, nearly as possessive as he. Our hearts were beating in the sa wild rhythm, our labored breaths matching. He finally released my wrists and lay his head on my breast, even as his elbows held his weight from crushing .
I could feel his tongue lapping at the small beads of sweat on my breasts, and each feathery stroke sent an aftershock rippling through . I brought my hands down to tangle in the disheveled mane of his hair, to just hold him. We lay like that, our silence speaking more than any words could have.
I took in our combined scents into my body, the feel of his hot skin, my breast beneath his cheek, the silken strands of my hair against his sensitized skin. Every sensation seed heightened, seed to echo through my body and linger there.
The taste of him, rich and filled with life, was in my mouth and heart. I think I have fallen in love with Adam. And though it scared and was so wrong seeing that I will be leaving soon, I pushed it as a mild case so far as he never knows of my feelings.
"We will be late for the party." I teased, running my fingers along the planes of his back.
"Probably. But I want to take you swimming first." He said, raising his head to stare lovingly at .
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