Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
Oliver
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I moved my gaze up and down her body, looking at her exposed chest, her curves, her lush, flawless dark skin. Although I’d seen her before, felt her… been inside her, it felt like I was experiencing this for the first time all over again.
Adele was all woman, feminine, beautifully curved in the right places, with a waist that was wide enough for me to hold onto when I was making her feel good. I loved that about her, loved that she was made to take the kind of pleasure I wanted to give her.
“God, Adele.” I ran a hand over my mouth, the sound of my palm moving over the stubble on my cheeks seeming overly loud. “Your body is so fucking gorgeous.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but here we were, the sounds and words leaving me like I was feral.
I was right in front of her again, unable to control myself. I framed her face with my hands, tilting her head to the side and kissing her until she was moaning and had her hands latched onto my biceps.
I licked and sucked at her lips, so addicted to her I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t control myself. I drew her tongue into my mouth and then ground my erection into her bare belly. It was like I did all those things simultaneously, like my body had a mind of its own. I deepened the kiss, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer, as if she needed our bodies melded together. I was more than happy to give her whatever she wanted.
Fuck, I was going to take her, make her mine, and nothing would stop me from claiming the woman I loved.