Chapter 29
ADRIEL
One day bleeds into the next, and she’s sleeping in my arms, her head resting on my bicep as I stare down at her with my elbow propped.
When I let her rip off my mask, I was afraid it was over, whatever the hell we have torn to shreds.
But I wanted her to know. I was sick of her not being able to look into my eyes, to see me, to know what she has come to mean to me.
It was the only way I could show her. I don’t have the words to give her.
It was close. She was gonna walk away, but somehow, I managed to save it. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I couldn’t. Because I need her. She will never truly understand the degree to which I crave her, the connection between us seared to last eternity, even after we’re gone.
She starts to wake, groaning as she stretches her arms up. A smile twines over her mouth, and I can’t help returning it. I hated pretending when I was Chris. I wanted her to know me as Adriel, not some persona I had created to serve a purpose.
I never intended to meet her. But once I did, it was too late.
I couldn’t risk her telling Elsie or any of her friends who I was.
I didn’t know what her reaction would ultimately be.
So I pretended. I was two people, and I despised every moment she spent with him.
Because he wasn’t me, not in the ways that mattered.
But now I have her. I can be me. I can be the one she leans on. I no longer have to hide behind a mask.
Her fingers reach toward the stubble of my jaw, her half-lidded gaze assessing me deeply, making me want to get lost inside this woman.
It’s a feeling most akin to being drunk, a loss of control.
My heart beats faster when she looks at me, my gut tightening for reasons a man like me will never understand.
“What?” she asks, her sleepy tone not helping my desire for her.
Instinctively, I clasp a hand over her cheek. “Nothing. Just staring at you.” I smirk. “You make it difficult not to.”
“I like being able to look back at you.” Her hazel eyes glisten.
“Is it weird?” I whisper. “Without the mask?”
“No. Just weird that you’re Chris. I still can’t believe you’re him and he’s you.
I—” She sighs. “I don’t even know anymore.
I just know that I have to forgive you because I don’t really know how not to.
” She clutches my wrist. “For the first time since I’ve been rescued, someone sees me.
I’m not afraid of being judged. I’m not seen as broken. Not with you.”
“Broken? Nothing about you is broken. You’re safe with me. I’m your home now, little wolf, and you’re mine.”
She grins, and the way my heart beats, it’s unexplainable.
“How are you feeling? Need more pain meds?”
She shakes her head. “I’m better. Just a little throbbing. Nothing I can’t handle.”
I release a harsh exhale. “I don’t want you to hurt at all. So if you need something, I can give it to you.”
She throws an arm around my shoulder. “You’ve already given me so much.”
“I want to give you more. Because you deserve it.”
As a crease forms between her brows, my body falls over hers, keeping myself up on my elbows so I don’t hurt her.
Staring into her eyes, my chest tightens, and something passes between us, something heavy and bleeding life into the both of us. My finger softly runs down her cheek and her lips tremble. And in this moment, all I want is to kiss her. So I do.
I smash my mouth to hers, grunting as her fingers twine into my hair, her tongue meeting mine, the passion dripping between us.
My palm clasps around her throat, a thumb pushing up the underside of her jaw as I deepen our kiss, needing more of her.
“Mm,” she moans, wrapping her legs around my hips, pushing herself further into my hard-on.
She needs this as much as I do.
“Are you sure?” My lips fall to her neck, kissing her. Nipping her. Groaning as my tongue tastes her there.
“Yes…” She clutches my hair and forces me back, kissing me roughly, biting my bottom lip so hard it has me growling.
“Fuck,” I grit, my hand wrapping around her delicate throat as I look down at her, seeing the desire pooling in her eyes. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
“I thought I already had.”
Then she kisses me again, reaching a hand between our bodies, her fingers curling around my stiffness. She strokes me to the rhythm of our mouths moving, making me sound depraved, a monster of her making.
Catching her wrist, I throw it above her, pinning both with a single palm. Using my other, I reach inside her leggings and feel her bare and wet, circling her clit as she cries out. Mouth parting, she locks her gaze with mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Gently, I slip a finger inside her, curling it as she bucks, her walls clenching around me.
I want to rip off her clothes and take her like an animal, but I’m trying to be different. I want this to be special for her, however she needs it.
“Harder,” she begs. “Please…”
“I was trying to be good,” I hiss, adding another finger. “I wanted to go slow for your sake.” My digits ram all the way inside until she screams. “But if this is what you want, then I’ll give it to you.”
Adding another finger, I thrust hard and fast, and her eyes close, the sounds she makes sending me straight to hell.
I yank a fistful of her hair. “I want you to look at me while I finger-fuck this perfect pussy. Don’t you dare look away. Understand?”
She nods.
“That’s it. Good girl… Give me those pretty eyes.”
I roll my thumb over her clit, and her lashes flutter, but they don’t shut. She stares at me as though she can see inside my soul, and this feeling between us, this undeniable connection… I feel it everywhere at once.
I give it to her rougher while her body jolts and quakes beneath me. I know she’s close, fighting the temptation to close her eyes.
Feeling her, seeing her in the throes of passion, I don’t think there’s anything quite like it.
“A…” she rasps. “D-don’t stop, I’m gonna come!”
A groan escapes between my teeth, wanting to feel those ripples. It’s different this time, not like the closet where I couldn’t see how breathtaking she is submitting to me this way, giving me her body, trusting me with it. I’d never do anything to betray that.
“Come for me, baby bird. Now.” I pinch her clit before thrusting back inside her.
And she does, screaming my name.
“Yes, A! Don’t stop!”
“Don’t know how to.” I take every drop she has to give, needing more of it, more of this.
Before she has a chance to recover, I flip her around on all fours and yank her leggings down, shoving her thighs apart with my knee.
The material gathers around her ankles as I thrust my fingers back inside her, tugging her head back by her hair as she screams my name. “Tell me what you want, baby bird. Tell me how you want it.”
She's slick and wet, and I add a third finger, spreading her wider. She writhes and moans, looking so damn good, I want to taste every inch of her body.
“I want you to tie my hands behind my back.”
“Then what?”
Her voice goes all hoarse the more I slip in and out of her. “I want you to force me. Force yourself inside me even when I tell you to stop.”
Her eyes slam to mine from over her shoulder, and there's no shame in them. I like that. I like that she can be herself, give me her darkest fantasies, so I can be the one to make them all come true.
My dick’s rock hard, wanting to take her with the same level of depravity she craves. With my foot, I yank her leggings off the rest of the way, and I slide out of her. She pops her ass in the air, and I slap it hard, leaving a nice handprint.
“Stay still. You're making it difficult for me to concentrate."
She bites into her bottom lip, her gaze molten, needing to come so badly I can taste it. I push her face down on the mattress, her ass in the air as I grab both of her arms and bring them behind her back. Using her own leggings, I tie her wrists together. The double knot ensures she can’t escape.
“You look so damn good,” I groan as she locks her knees tight. “I can't wait to use every inch of your body until I've been everywhere, tasted and fucked every hole.”
“Oh, God. Please…” She cries out, and I don’t even know if I've ever been this hungry.
“What does my little slut want?” I fit my palm between her thighs and rub against her warm cunt.
“Yesss,” she whimpers as she attempts to stay propped on her knees, her arms straining against the small of her back.
“I need you to fuck me and force me to come. Please, A.” She swallows harshly. “Don't stop no matter what I say or do.”
With a grunt, I roll her hair around my wrist and yank her head back. “Do you know what it’s doing to me to hear you beg for my cock?”
“Show me…” Her eyes narrow. “And don’t wear a condom. I’m on the pill.”
“Shit!” I grasp a fistful of her ass and give it another slap. “I need that shirt off of you.”
As I quickly get off the bed, she watches me while I reach into the top drawer of the dresser and remove a flip knife. The blade glistens as I walk back to her, running the tip down her spine, beneath her bound wrists.
She flinches, but her cheeks flush and her toes curl. The knife rolls down to her ass, gently sliding over her pussy. Before she has a chance to say no, I cut the shirt off of her body, the fabric slicing in two down her spine.
The material falls beneath her, those round tits waiting for me to suck them into my mouth. But that can wait. My hand returns to her hair, snapping her head back before I push her down on the mattress, leaving the knife on the nightstand.
“I've wanted to fuck you since the moment you killed the first man.”
My fingers trace her scars, beauty and strength in each one. She doesn’t even recoil. She trusts me with them. Knows that there’s nothing about her I wouldn’t find beautiful.
“Something in me saw you…” I go on. “And I wanted to know more.”
I rise on my knees as she stares at me over her shoulder, while I work my pants down, my thick and heavy cock springing free.