Page 137 of Adam
It hurts. It burns all over again. My eyes sting.
He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, the other gripping my thigh and hiking it higher.
The new angle punches a cry out of my throat.
“Ah!”
His mouth finds mine between ragged breaths, biting, panting, swallowing my moans as I writhe beneath him.
He pauses, forehead pressed to mine, holding himself still until my body eases around him. Then, his hand comes up to cradle my face.
“You’re mine,” he says softly.
I nod. “I’m yours.”
He starts to move.
Slow and controlled at first. He fucks me carefully, but there’s power behind every thrust that makes me gasp every time he pulls out and pushes back in.
When the pain fades again and pleasure starts to take over, he feels it immediately.
He slams his forehead against the bed next to me, panting hard, like he’s trying not to lose control.
“Mine,” he growls possessively. “Mine. Mine.”
The word shudders out of him, thick with heat and obsession. He’s trembling, his body barely holding back, and the way he’s gripping me tells me he’s seconds away from completely losing it.
But I’m already gone. I’m drunk on the way he sounds, the way he feels, the way he owns every inch of me without asking.
And God, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t care how desperate he sounds.
I want more.
Inod, breathless. “Yours.”
My body answers before my mouth can. I moan, back arching as pleasure coils low in my stomach.
“Yeah,” he growls. “There it is.”
His hand slides down between us and his thumb finds my clit.
I jolt. “Oh?—”
He presses harder, rubbing slow, controlled circles while he keeps fucking me. The combination is too much. My pussy clenches around his cock without me meaning to.
He smiles against my skin, dark and satisfied.
“You’re gonna come on my cock again,” he says.
I shake my head weakly. “I—I don’t?—”
“Yes, you do,” he cuts in. “Let it happen.”
He changes the angle of his hips and thrusts deeper and faster, his thumb relentless on my clit, rubbing exactly where it makes my legs tremble.
Pressure builds fast too fast. My breaths turn into broken sounds. My hands claw at his back.
“I’m close,” I gasp, panic and need mixing together.
