Page 55 of Red Masquerade

But he didn’t push into me.

I looked back over my shoulder, and he just knelt, taking me in, grinning cruelly at my impatience. I fisted the grass, pushing myself closer to him. “Please.”

A dark laugh. “That was all I wanted to hear.”

And he sheathed himself inside me again, all in one vicious thrust. The new angle drew a groan from deep within me. He would never leave me, even if we were separated; he was mine, and I was his. He had gotten so deep into me, he’d changed me, changed the makeup of my being. And it had started six years ago, only I’d not realized he’d never left me.

His thrusts became a brutal, steady rhythm. I could hardly hold myself up, every muscle of my body becoming jelly at his ministrations. He gripped my hips, his nails digging into my skin, and in the haze of my lust, I thought I felt the sharp prick of his nails—claws. Evidence of his change. But I didn’t care, I was so lost to the pleasure.

My back arched as my pleasure built, racing toward that peak. I hadn’t realized all the sounds that were coming from me, gasps and pants and cries, that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than lovemaking. It was driving me mad, the friction of his cock against my entrance,in and out, in and out. He moved quicker, skin slapping against skin.

His fingers tightened, and that crest within me came ever closer. I wanted to collapse.

“Come for me,” he said through his teeth, reaching down to the nerves at the apex of my thighs. He circled my clit roughly, causing me to cry out.

When I glanced back again, his head was thrown back, hair wild. “Come on my cock,” he growled.

Even if I tried to prolong it, it was impossible. A burst of pleasure shot through me, and I pushed my ass into him, urging him on, harder,harder.I must have said the word, because as my muscles clenched, my walls drawing him in, his thrusts became more powerful. I nearly fell forward, arms losing strength, my eyes rolling back as my orgasm rippled through me. My stomach tightened, my thighs clenched, and he just couldn’t getdeepenough.

I wanted this to last forever, wanted him inside me all night long. Even if we stayed on the lawn, I wanted him to fuck me, to make up for these lost years, until the sun came up. And then we’d start all over again.

“Fuck, Helena,” he said, and those nails cut into my skin, holding my hips up even when my arms couldn’t support me anymore.

He stilled, his thrusts jerking into me in short bursts. I sighed as I felt him twitch as he filled me, a warmth gushing into me. I wanted him all the way, wanted whatever came of it, wanted him to coat me so no one else could.

He leaned forward, his chest to my back, without withdrawing. He remained hard, and the mixture of my wetness and his cum brought delicious shivers down my spine. He kissed his way across my shoulders, along my neck, finding that sensitive spot beneath my ear again.

I wanted him forever, now that I had him. But it terrified me, knowing what he was now capable of, knowing what world he dwelled in. As he sucked on my neck, I felt him twitch within me again, and laughed, then sighed when he thrust once, twice, mixing our fluids inside me.

I wanted him to bite me. I was horrified and excited all at once. I wanted his teeth in me, wanted him to claim me in every way he could.

But he only breathed against my skin and placed another kiss there.

“You have to come back to me,” he mumbled against my flesh.

“I haven’t yet left.” My voice was breathy, soft, all the power gone from me.

“No, but you will.”

“Do you not want me to stay?” I asked, turning my face so we were cheek to cheek.

“Of course I do,” he growled, grinding against me once more. I gasped, feeling warmth seep down my thigh. “But your friends are expecting you.”Your family.

Was it too much to ask to want to stay in this dream world forever?

How would I wake up in that house, Mother down the hall, in my bed allalone? Lucas somewhere, a bachelor he wanted to set me up with on the way. That life felt so separate from the life I lived at the manor, on this lawn.

Adam placed another kiss on my jaw before he separated himself from me. The mixture of our lovemaking coated my thighs, my stockings ruined; my hands and knees ached from keeping myself up. I paused when I noticed the blood at my hips, the little crescent cuts where his fingers had dug into my flesh.

Blood.

The sight of it made my heart skip a beat, but he didn’t seem to notice.

When I turned, I laughed when I saw him, his clothes absolutely ruined, the most unkempt I think I’d ever seen him. We were both still clothed but may as well have been naked—it likely would’ve been better. He glanced down at himself, at his cock coated in our cum, his shirt ripped open, tie and belt discarded off somewhere in the grass. He flashed me a smirk.

Then he crawled forward til we were face to face. “You look positively ravished.”

“Ifeelravished,” I breathed, and reached up to kiss him again.