Page 61 of Righteous Enforcer
His hands are everywhere at once, like he’s relearning the shape of body.
I arch against him, my own hands roaming over him.
I pull at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine, and he responds by laying me back on his bed.
"God, I've dreamed of this," he confesses, as he pulls at my clothes. "Even when I hated you for what you did, I wanted you."
I reach up, tracing the line of his jaw, needing him to know that I didn’t think he was just someone to fuck back then. "It wasn’t just lust before. It was more.”
Adriano's eyes flash with emotion.
He strips away my clothes, his gaze devouring every inch of me.
When I'm naked beneath him, he pauses, drinking me in. "Still so fucking beautiful."
He trails kisses down my body, lingering at the sensitive spot below my ear, the hollow of my throat, the curve of my breast.
Each touch is electric, sending sparks racing across my skin.
When his mouth closes around my nipple, I gasp, clutching at his shoulders.
I moan, the only way I can communicate my pleasure at his touch. He suckles at my nipple until I’m writing with need.
Then he moves on, down my body.
When his tongue laps across my inner thing, I tremble, my body coiled tight with anticipation.
I’m an aching mess, ready to explode.
The first touch of his tongue against my clit tears a moan from me.
My hips lift involuntarily, seeking more.
“That’s right, Eva. Let go. Let me taste how much you've missed me." He slides his hands under me, lifting me so he can feast.
His lips and tongue send the most delicious sensations through me, each building on the last until I come apart.
“Adriano!” I cry out as pleasure rips through my body.
He rises above me and despite just coming, I want more.
So much more.
I reach for his belt, fingers fumbling.
The buckle gives way, and I push his pants down his hips, taking his boxer briefs with them.
“Hurry,” I say, not hiding my desperation.
When he's finally naked, I drink in the sight of him.
He’s all muscle and lethal grace.
There are new scars marking his body, stories of violence written on his skin since I left.
I trace one near his ribs, feeling him shudder at my touch.
“I need you now,” he growls as he settles his hips between my thighs and thrusts.
