32. Adam
I lay in bed, my arm wrapped around Destiny as she nestles against my chest. The soft moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across our room in the cottage.
Avery's peaceful breathing comes through the baby monitor on the nightstand.
"Can you believe we're here?" Destiny murmurs, tracing circles on my chest with her finger.
I chuckle softly. "Honestly? No. But I wouldn't have it any other way." I didn’t think we’d ever be happy like this again. I briefly remember everything that brought us here. The divorce case, finding out about Avery, the stupid photos painting a false picture…it all worked out in the end. As it should have.
She lifts her head, meeting my gaze with those captivating eyes that first drew me in years ago. "We've come so far, Adam. From interns and bosses to... this."
"To family," I finish, pulling her closer. "And to think we almost threw it all away."
She sighs contentedly. "I'm just glad we found our way back to each other. Even if it took some... unconventional methods."
I can't help but smirk. "You mean like keeping our daughter a secret and nearly giving me a heart attack?"
She playfully swats my chest. "Hey, I said I was sorry about that. Multiple times, if I recall correctly."
"Oh, I remember," I say playfully, nipping at her earlobe. "But I think you might need to apologize again."
She laughs, the sound music to my ears. "Later, tiger. Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment."
I relax back into the pillows, savoring the feel of her in my arms. "You're right. We've got all the time in the world now."
She leans over, her lips grazing my chest. The soft touch of her mouth sends a shiver through me as she works her way up to my neck. Her teeth graze my skin, and I feel a jolt of pleasure.
"Feeling frisky, are we?" I whisper, my hands sliding down her back.
She lets out a low laugh against my throat. "Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?"
In one swift motion, I flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath me. "Oh, I've got a few ideas."
Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "Care to demonstrate?"
I don't answer with words. Instead, I lower my head to her neck, my lips finding that spot just below her ear that always makes her squirm. I nip at her skin, alternating between gentle bites and soothing kisses.
I trail my mouth lower, leaving a path of lovebites across her collarbone and down to her breasts. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"You like that?" I murmur against her skin.
"Don't stop," she pants, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I continue my assault, swiftly taking off her short nightgown and lavishing attention on her breasts.
Every gasp and shudder from her only spurs me on, stoking the fire building between us.
"Fuck, Adam," she groans, her hips pressing up against mine.
I lift my head, taking in the sight of her flushed and breathless beneath me. "What you want, my love?"
Destiny's eyes lock with mine, dark with desire. "You. Always you."
I feel her lips press against my chest, a playful tease that sends a jolt through me. Her kisses trail up my neck, her teeth grazing my skin in a lovebite that's more a promise than a mark. I growl, my hand finding its way into her hair, gripping lightly as I bite into her neck.
Her moan fills the room, a sound I've missed more than I care to admit. I lean down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss before I make my way down her neck, leaving a trail of lovebites in my wake.
She arches into my touch, her breath hitching as I nip at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
I move lower, my mouth exploring the soft curves of her body. She squirms beneath me, her moans loud as I lavish more attention on her breasts.
I tease one nipple with my tongue, then the other, before taking one into my mouth, sucking and biting gently until she's a writhing mess of need and desire.
"Adam," she gasps, her voice a plea for more.
I oblige, my hands roaming over her body, reacquainting myself with every dip and swell. I've missed this, the taste of her skin, the sound of her moans, the way she moves beneath me as if I'm the only one who's ever truly understood her.
And I can never get enough.
"You're mine," I growl against her stomach, my words a possessive claim that makes her shudder with want.
"Yes," she breathes, her fingers gripping the sheets. "Yours."
I continue my exploration, my hands and mouth worshiping her until she's trembling, begging for release.
I position myself between her legs, my eyes locking with hers as I enter her in one smooth thrust. She cries out, her body arching off the bed to meet mine.
Our lovemaking is a frenzied dance of passion and rekindled love, each movement a testament to our past and a promise for our future.
I feel her tighten around me, her orgasm building as I thrust deeper, harder, until we're both crying out in ecstasy.
We lay there, spent and sated, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding in unison. I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she's draped across my chest.
I stare up at the ceiling, my mind racing even as my body relaxes. This is where I'm meant to be, with Destiny in my arms and our daughter sleeping peacefully down the hall.
It's a second chance I never saw coming, but now that I have it, I'll be damned if I let it slip through my fingers again.
I tighten my arm around Destiny, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
We lie quietly, happily for a few moments before she gets up. The moonlight dances across her naked skin as she moves with a feline grace, disappearing into the walk-in closet for a moment before reappearing with a mischievous glint in her eye.
In her hands, she holds a silky blindfold and a length of velvet rope—props I hadn't expected her to have.
"Where did you get those?" I ask, my voice low and thick with curiosity.
She bites her lower lip, a playful gesture that never fails to stir something primal within me. "I may have made a little detour to a boutique before we left," she confesses, her eyes locked onto mine.
I arch an eyebrow, my gaze shifting from her to the items in her hands. "And what, pray tell, do you plan to do with those?"
She steps closer, the subtle sway of her hips entrancing. "I thought it might be fun to spice things up a bit," she says, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You tie me up, blindfold me, and then... have your way with me."
A slow smile spreads across my face as I take in the sight of her—eager, beautiful, and completely irresistible. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"
"Always," she purrs, extending the items toward me. "So, what do you say? Are you up for it?"
I don't need to be asked twice. I take the blindfold and rope from her, letting the soft fabric and supple velvet slide through my fingers. "Turn around," I command, my voice carrying the unmistakable edge of dominance.
She obeys, presenting her back to me. I step behind her, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off her body, and begin to secure her wrists with the rope.
"Is this okay?" I ask, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.
She nods, a shiver running down her spine. "Perfect."
I slip the blindfold over her eyes, adjusting it until she's enveloped in darkness. "Can you see anything?"
"No," she replies, her voice quivering with anticipation. "I'm all yours."
The words send a jolt of desire coursing through me. I trail my fingers down her arms, across her shoulders, and down her sides, eliciting a series of delighted gasps from her.
"Lie down on the bed," I instruct her, my hand guiding her to the edge of the mattress.
She does as she's told, her body moving with a grace that belies her blindness. I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her—bound, blindfolded, and completely at my mercy—before I join her on the bed.
I start with her feet, massaging them gently before working my way up her legs. Every inch of skin I touch pebbles with goosebumps, and her breath hitches with each new sensation.
"Oh," she whispers, her voice laced with need.
I continue my exploration, my hands roaming over her thighs, hips, and stomach. I can feel her trembling beneath me, her body aching for release.
Leaning down, I capture one of her pert nipples in my mouth, sucking and teasing it until she's writhing beneath me. Her moans fill the room, a symphony of desire that fuels my own arousal.
"Please," she begs, her voice a ragged whisper. "I need you."
I position myself between her legs, the tip of my cock nudging against her entrance. "Look at me," I command, even though I know she can't.
She turns her head toward my voice, her lips parted and her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I enter her in one swift motion, filling her completely.
Her body arches off the bed, a cry of pleasure tearing from her throat. I set a punishing rhythm, taking complete control of her pleasure.
"You feel so fucking good," I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I plunge into her again and again.
Her responses become incoherent, her sentences reduced to a litany of my name and desperate pleas for more.
Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, her inner walls clenching around me as she cries out in ecstasy. I ride out her climax, my own following shortly after as I empty myself inside her with a guttural roar.
Collapsing onto the bed beside her, I quickly untie the ropes and remove her blindfold. She blinks up at me, her eyes hazy with satisfaction, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing I put that look on her face.
I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. "Anytime you want to play, just let me know," I say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She laughs softly, the sound filled with contentment. "Oh, I will. And next time, it'll be your turn to be blindfolded."
The thought of being at her mercy sends a thrill through me, and I can't wait to see what she has in store. But for now, I'm more than happy to bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, with the woman I adore by my side.