27. Adam
27
ADAM
T he air in the living room practically crackles with intense and needy desire.
I lift Destiny's chin, my fingers firm against her soft skin. "You want this as much as I do," I say, my voice husky. It's not a question; it's a statement of fact.
Her eyes, those deep pools of chocolate, meet mine, a flicker of defiance there that only fans the flames of my desire. "More," she breathes, and that's all the invitation I need.
My lips crash into hers with an urgency that brooks no hesitation. This isn't a tentative reunion; it's a claiming, a fierce reassertion of a connection that's been severed for far too long.
Her moan against my lips is a sweet surrender, a sound I've craved without realizing how deep the absence had cut into me.
My hands find her face, thumbs caressing the softness of her cheeks. I trace the contours of her lips, the curve of her jaw, and then my grip tightens possessively as I explore the familiar terrain of her body.
I pull her closer, her body yielding to the insistence of my touch. Our kiss deepens, tongues dancing in a rhythm that's both new and achingly familiar.
I dominate the kiss, asserting my need for her with every stroke of my tongue, every nip of my teeth. She responds with a fervor that matches my own, her hands fisting my shirt, pulling me even closer.
My hands roam over her, relearning the curves and dips of her form. I'm ravenous, devouring her with a hunger that's been building since the moment we parted.
I break the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the slender column of her neck. She arches into me, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I find that sensitive spot where her pulse flutters like a trapped butterfly.
I suck lightly, marking her, and she cries out, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me to her.
I trace the line of her jaw with my tongue, eliciting a gasp from her lips.
"Tell me you want me," I command.
"I want you," she says, her voice a sultry whisper that ignites something primal within me. "Take me," she breathes, her voice a tremulous whisper that fans the flames of my desire.
"Oh, I plan to," I growl against her skin, the sound vibrating between us. "You're mine, Destiny. Always have been, always will be."
She pulls back slightly, her eyes locking onto mine. There's a fire there, a defiance that's always been a part of her. "And you're mine," she asserts.
A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth. "Always," I concede, the word a solemn vow.
Our lips meet again, and the world outside this cottage ceases to exist.
I guide her backward until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the couch. She falls onto it, and I follow her down, my body covering hers as I continue to kiss her senseless.
My hands slide under her shirt, seeking the warmth of her skin. She's soft and supple under my touch, and I can't help but groan in appreciation.
My fingers glide over the smooth fabric of her silky bra, finding the heat of her skin beneath. Her breath hitches as I cup her breasts, her nipples hardening under my palms. I can't help but grin against her mouth, knowing I still have this effect on her.
"You like that?" I murmur, my voice a low rumble of satisfaction.
She nods, her eyes dark with desire. "You know I do," she replies, her voice husky.
My fingers trace the edge of the soft fabric before I unhook it with practiced ease. Her breasts spill into my hands, full and firm, and I lower my head to lavish attention on them.
Working slowly, my tongue circles a pert nipple, eliciting a gasp of delight. I switch to the other, giving it equal attention, as her fingers thread through my hair, urging me closer. I chuckle against her skin, the vibration making her squirm.
I sit down on the couch, guiding her to straddle my lap. Our eyes meet, the air charged with electricity as our bodies align.
Once more, I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my hands roaming over her back, her hips, pulling her closer. I break the kiss to trail hot, wet kisses down her neck, her shoulders, her chest. She arches into me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I take a nipple into my mouth again.
"Adam," she breathes, her voice a tremulous whisper.
"I've got you," I whisper, my hands gripping her hips, grinding her against the hard ridge of my erection.
She moans, her head falling back as I continue to tease and torment her with my mouth and hands.
"Tell me what you want," I demand, my voice rough with need.
"You," she replies, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. "Just you."
My hands slide up her soft thigh, finding the lace of her panties. I grip the fabric, ready to tear them away, when a sudden thought stops me.
"These are nice," I comment, my fingers tracing the edge of the lace. "It'd be a shame to ruin them."
She laughs, the sound light and carefree despite the heavy air of desire that surrounds us. "I have others," she says, her hips grinding against my hand in silent encouragement.
With a growl, I tug at the fabric, the sound of tearing lace music to my ears. I toss the scraps aside and plunge a finger into her hot, wet center.
She cries out, her body clenching around me as I add another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what's to come.
"Ride my hand," I command, my voice a harsh whisper in the quiet room.
She obeys without hesitation, her body moving in a sinuous rhythm that drives us both crazy with desire. I watch her, captivated by the sight of her lost in ecstasy, her body undulating with each stroke of my fingers.
"Come for me, Destiny," I urge, my thumb circling her clit in time with the movement of my fingers. "Come on my fingers."
With a cry, she shatters, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. I continue to stroke her through her orgasm, drawing it out until she collapses against me, boneless and sated.
I lift her effortlessly and carry her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace. The warmth of the flames kisses our skin, casting a golden glow that dances across her features. I lower her onto the soft surface, my eyes never leaving hers as I kneel between her legs.
"You're so fucking hot," I murmur, my voice rough with desire.
She reaches for me, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "Show me," she challenges, her eyes dark with need.
I pause for a moment, taking in the sight of her laid bare before me. Her body is a masterpiece, every curve and valley a testament to the beauty of her design. I can't resist the urge to touch her, to claim her, and I lower my head to taste her.
She gasps as my tongue finds her center, her body arching off the floor as I explore her with a single-minded focus.
I grip her hips, holding her in place as I tease and torment her, drawing out her pleasure until she's panting and writhing beneath me.
"Adam, please," she begs, her voice a mere whisper of sound.
I raise my head, my eyes locking onto hers as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "Please what?" I ask, my tone teasing.
"I need you," she admits, her cheeks flushed with desire. "All of you."
I don't make her wait any longer. I shed the remainder of my clothes quickly, my erection springing free as I kick away the last of my restraints. Her eyes widen at the sight of me, and I can't help but grin at her reaction.
"You like what you see?" I ask, my voice laced with arrogance.
She nods, her gaze hungry as she drinks in the sight of my naked body. "You know I do," she replies, her voice cracking with need.
I position myself at her entrance, the heat of her arousal scorching my skin. I enter her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight walls as they stretch to accommodate me. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I can't help but groan at the exquisite sensation.
Our bodies move together in a rhythm that makes me dizzy, every thrust bringing us closer to the edge of ecstasy.
At first, I keep a slow, steady pace, but eventually, my desires take over and I start to thrust harder, faster.
I can feel her muscles tightening around me, a clear sign that she's close to yet another release. I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit as I drive into her with renewed vigor.
"Come again," I command, my voice a harsh whisper in the quiet room.
She moans my name, her body convulsing around me as she finds her release. The feel of her climax triggers my own, and I thrust into her one final time, spilling myself inside her with a guttural groan.
We lie there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so that she's draped across my chest. Her hair fans out across my skin, and I can feel the steady beat of her heart against mine.
"That was..." she begins, her voice trailing off as she searches for the right word.
"Incredible," I finish for her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "It always is for us."
She smiles at that, her eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and contentment. "We're quite the team, aren't we?" she muses, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.
"Always have been," I agree, tightening my arms around her. "And we always will be."
We lie there in silence, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the steady beat of our joined hearts.
For the first time in a long time, I feel at peace, and I know it's because I'm with Destiny. She's my home, my heart, my everything.
And I'll be damned if I ever let her go again.