The smile on my lips got wider at Adam’s blatant display of affection, even though the looks from most of the pack mbers was anything but encouraging.
Claire was looking at like she wanted to get my head off my neck. Though I noticed that when our eyes t, she smirked at .
The bad feeling in my guts intensified. I had a feeling that whatever was making her this devious had to do with the little girl that had called outside and the distraction that she had talked about.
Oh god. Was there a way I could leave this party without being scathed?
A sad smile sneaked across my lips and replaced the forr happy one, unknown to , as I searched diligently for Naomi.
I bit my lips as I saw her. She was talking now with the guy that had joined us tonight, Ben, whilst Noah looked on at them, his hands splayed on the butt cheeks of one of Claire’s minions. The boy is an idiot.
"Maya, focus on ? What is the matter? Where is your happy smile?" I heard Adam’s concerned voice whisper into my ear as his lips brushed my earlobes, sending strings of warmth to my core.
What is this dude doing now? He knows that I am in no way, immune to his touch. I tried to clamp my thighs together, but it was near to impossible for we were still dancing.
"Are you already wet for , Maya? I can sll your arousal." He whispered, biting my lobes again, and I nodded before I could stop myself.
Quickly, without much ado, he held by the hand and led out of the hall, not minding the stares that followed us as we walked away. My cheeks colored in embarrassnt. Adam can be quite impulsive.
This was bad, but at the sa ti exhilarating.
"Don’t you feel concerned about the fact that everyone is watching, and would probably have an idea of why we are leaving the hall? It is actually a bit embarrassing.’’ I admitted as we walked along the well lighted passageway.
There was no reply. Rather his breathing had gotten more ragged and I knew that the dude was ready to eat up.
"Adam.." I called, determined to make him talk. "Where are you taking to?"
"To my room." He answered monotonically, and I gulped down my saliva. We are really doing this. My mother would be mad now.
Although I had avoided her eyes as Adam whisked away, I knew that her facial expression would be clouded with anger. She wouldn’t be pleased with this.
Well I wouldn’t be pleased if I was her. After all, I was leaving soon, and her mother-ish mind, she had been thinking I would wait a bit longer before indulging in this.
I was also curious as to why the king hadn’t stopped us from leaving. It would have just taken one command. Or was he thinking that Adam was just using for fun?
Well, that would be it.
But if only he knew that his son had marked .
We were on the second floor now, and I have to admit, my legs were beginning to throb, causing my movents to slow down.
"Are we heading to another part of the world?" I teased, pausing a little in my movents, so tired.
Adam looked at then with lust filled eyes, and nodded, and I gulped down saliva again, picking up my steps again, knowing that the dude was too in need to even talk to . I am not even sure he understood my statent.
I sighed in relief when he stopped at a door, and opened it hurriedly, holding my hand at the sa ti.
Imdiately I stepped into the dark room, he pushed gently to the wall and claid my lips.
I sighed in relish and contentnt, protesting with a grunt, when he broke away the next minute. What now?
He pecked my lips, before going over to the door. His hands shook, giddy with happiness and need, as he locked up his door, not wanting anyone to interrupt us during this beautiful event he must have longing for since he saw tonight.
That done, he returned back to .
"I have waited so long for this tonight." He muttered, but I pulled him down to , not in the mood for small talk. My core was throbbing with need.
He lifted up then, smiling satisfactorily as I slid my legs across his waist. Instantly it brought my hot core of femininity, liquid with need, to press fully against his thick, fierce arousal, since I was wearing a thin pant underneath the gown.
Adam groaned aloud, every sane thought, every good intention, flying out of his head. In its place was a need so strong and urgent that he fastened his mouth fiercely to mine. In primitive, stormy, almost violent possession. His mouth fed on mine.
He swept away from the crushing walls, walking fastly to his bed, loosening my gown as he went.
I could feel his hands sliding possessively over my skin, slow and deliberate, as if he were committing every curve and hollow to mory.
I could feel the soft bed pressing into as he trapped beneath him, his body, so large and strong, blanketing mine. His mouth never stopped its series of long, drugging kisses that seed to steal my will and arouse him beyond all human boundaries of need.
He was in an intimate position with now, his scent robbing of my senses. His nose was situated on the hollow of my neck, biting and teasing.
My hands had a mind of their own, finding every defined muscle of his with my fingertips.
"You are mine, Maya." He whispered the words against my mouth now, and bent closer to nibble at the corners of my lower lip.
"I need you with . You chase away the shadows and lighten the terrible load that threatens to drown ." He said, trailing kisses down to my collarbone.
Still, I said nothing. Didn’t think I needed to. I was leaving after all, and he hadn’t said anything about it yet.
So, I skimd my fingertips across the hard edges of his mouth, marveling at the finesse.
"Is this possession, or is it love?" I finally spoke, noting the query in his eyes.
I dipped my head to press my mouth to the hollow of his sternum, to slide my tongue over the ultrasensitive skin above his heart. I was rged with him now, reading his mind, his erotic fantasies, wanting to bring them to life.
He groaned as his gut clenched hotly, his body responding with fierce aggression. His body knew .
He watched smile at the feel of his hard length burning against my skin. I had no inhibitions when I lay with him, only a fierce desire to burn with him.
"Answer , Adam, the truth." My fingertips brushed his velvet tip, fingers curled around the heavy thickness of him sending hunger raging through his body.
I was playing with fire, but he didn’t have the strength to stop ; he didn’t want to stop .
His hands curled in my hair, two tight fists.
"Both," he managed to gasp, shocked at his response.
Was he being bewitched?
His thoughts exactly before I continued my ministrations, aware of the smile resonating in my heart, and the sadness over the fact that I would be leaving soon.
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