Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
Madi
A drian looks nearly feral. His fingers grip the wineglass so hard, I think it’ll shatter. He’s holding himself back, that much I can tell, and I want to toy with the edges of his control.
“Then do it.”
Those three words leaving my lips cause something to snap in my husband. He pushes dishes across the table, knocking over wineglasses that spill their red liquid onto the white linen. I gasp as he reaches for me, fisting the silk material of my tank top. He pulls me up with such force that my chair topples behind me, rattling off the wood floors as it falls.
“Upstairs,” he demands, the word leaving his mouth in a low growl. “Upstairs, or I’m going to fuck you over this table, princess, and I would prefer for you to lose your virginity in a bed.”
“So you are a caveman?” I say with a tilt of my head, thighs clenching.
Adrian’s nostrils flare and he hoists me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making me squeal. My fists pound against his back as he takes the steps leading toward our bedroom.
“What can I say? It’s in my blood,” my caveman answers.
When he reaches our destination, he tosses me onto the king-sized bed before his large body is crawling over me, his face hovering above my lips. “Tell me you want this.” His dark eyes bore into mine, a serious expression coating his face. Adrian has forced a lot on me, but for some reason, I truly believe if I told him no, he’d back off and leave me alone.
Without thinking, my hand reaches up, stroking the side of his face. There’s a few days’ worth of stubble growing there, and the bruises from his interaction with John still linger, only a pale fading yellow color left. He’s beautiful, though, even with the remnants of the bruises. With his dark eyes and perfect hair, the way his jawline looks like it’s been sculpted from marble. I’ve spent so much time hating this face…and now…
Now, I lean up, pressing my lips softly against his in a gentle kiss. Adrian’s eyes drift closed, and he kisses me back with the same tenderness.
“I want this,” I whisper against his mouth.
That’s all he needs to hear before he’s deepening the kiss, his tongue spearing my lips and opening me up so he can devour me. Electricity sparks up my spine, zaps of excitement bolting through my body and making my stomach flutter. Suddenly, his arm sneaks under my waist, flipping us over so I’m straddling his legs and he’s beneath me. His fingers fist at my top, pulling until the little pearl buttons keeping the material closed go flying across the room.
I suck in a breath as Adrian slides the fabric from my arms. Sitting up, he finds the clasp of my bra and rids me of that as well, freeing my tits so his mouth can find my nipples. My head drops back as his tongue sweeps over the swollen peaks.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
Deft fingers smooth down to my waist, unclasping the button on my jeans. He pushes me so I land with my back on the mattress as he tugs the denim material down my legs. Once he has me in nothing but a pair of black lace panties, he pauses, dark eyes roaming over me like a predator admiring his prey.
“ Bellisima,” he hums his praise over me, eyes locked onto my nearly naked body. “Tell me, princess, have you ever had a man here?” His finger gently presses against my lips. Heat rises on my cheeks. He knows I’m a virgin; is he checking to make sure I’ve never been touched by a man whatsoever? I shake my head. “Words,” he urges.
“No,” I whisper, and he groans in response.
“And here?” This time, he trails his finger down my throat, over my breasts and abdomen until he lands at my sex.
“You already know-”
“Answer me,” he demands.
“No.”
Pleased with himself, he moves his finger low, circling my dark hole through my panties. I swallow hard. “And here?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head.
A rumbling groan leaves my husband’s lips, and he leans forward, sealing his lips against mine in another heated kiss. “I’m going to take all of those holes.” His voice is so deep, eyes darkening. “I’m going to bring you so much pleasure, you’re going to beg to have me inside of you every night, princess.”
“That’s a lot of talk.” I try to keep my voice even as I sass him, but inside, I’m quivering, waiting for his touch. “Prove it.”
Those words light up his eyes, and before I can take another breath, his mouth is on me, his kiss demanding as I feel his finger pull at the lace of my panties until the material snaps. And then he’s moving lower, a trail of wet kisses in his wake until he reaches my pussy.
“You want me to prove it?” He looks up, the sight of his face above my most intimate parts sending a thrill down my spine. “Oh, I’ll prove it.”
He licks me slowly, tauntingly at first. Until my fingers are fisting the sheets and it takes effort for me to not grind against his face. And then he picks up the pace, his tongue working circles over my clit while he brings a finger to my sex. It slips in easily, and I can hear how wet I am as he works the digit in and out.
I think I should be embarrassed by how quickly I let my husband between my legs, but I’m not. I can’t be. Not when pleasure is coiling at the base of my spine, wrapping around my core, threatening to explode any second now. I’m grinding against his face, my fingers wound in his hair.
“Please.” The word flies from my lips, my mind so focused on summing.
“That’s it,” Adrian hums against my pussy. “Come on your husband’s tongue like the dirty girl you are. I want to taste you before I fuck you, princess.”
A rush of ecstasy barrels through me, tearing cries from my throat as my body trembles. And it keeps going as Adrian forces me right back to the edge. Even as I try to pull away, he holds me in place, his tongue lashing over my clit until I’m nothing but a weightless sack of bones, my body a victim of too much pleasure.
“Delicious,” Adrian murmurs, his tongue darting over his lips. “You taste so sweet, princess.”
My skin feels like it’s been set ablaze, every nerve ending lighting up. When Adrian rubs his hands over my body, the feel is electric. And then he strips himself of his dress shirt, and all I can focus on is his beautifully sculpted body. Those morning workouts have turned him into some kind of Greek god. His pants follow suit, dropping from his waist, exposing his lean and muscular thighs. My husband is a sight to behold.
And then, my eyes focus on his cock bobbing between us.
Fuck no.
It’s long and thick, way too much to fit inside me. I ache just thinking about how his massive member would stretch me out.
“No.” I try to move, but Adrian’s hands are on me, pinning me back onto the bed. “That’s never going to fit-”
“Trust me, princess. I’ll make it fit.” He leans in, his lips taking mine in a dirty kiss. I can taste myself on him. Fingers find my nipples, pinching the tight buds as his tongue invades me. He’s bringing me back to that hazy lust-filled space in my brain. My clit starts to throb, already desperately wanting more, anything this man has to offer.
“I’ll take it slow,” he says softly, and then he lines himself up at my entrance, thrusting inside me as he takes my mouth once more. His kiss is a distraction, but I accept it willingly as he stretches me open. Slowly, he pushes farther, and my breath catches. There’s a moment of pain, something stretching too far, but Adrian kisses me through it, his fingers taunting my nipples. And then he pulls back, pushing in again, and it’s not as bad as the first time.
“How are you doing, baby girl?” he asks, his eyes peering down into mine, studying my reaction.
“Okay,” I whisper. The pain is becoming nothing more than a dull ache, outshadowed by the buzzing need in my core. He thrusts inside me again, and it’s less painful, maybe even good. My husband's eyes are still taking me in, assessing. Making sure I’m not lying. And I’m not. I desperately want more of this, of him.
“Fuck me,” I tell him.
“You dirty girl,” he murmurs, a smile ghosting his lips. “Anything you want, princess.” And then he pulls back, thrusting in harder this time. Leaning back on his thighs, he spreads my legs wide, watching as his cock enters me. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he growls.
His fingers rub my clit again, circling over the bundle of nerves while his cock works in and out of me. Eyes closing, my back arches with pleasure, losing myself to the feeling of him filling me completely.
“Open your eyes,” Adrian growls. “I want you to watch me fuck your pretty cunt as you come. I want you to know exactly whose cock is making you feel this way.”
A strangled moan leaves my lips, and I open my eyes, watching my husband as he thrusts inside me. And when I come again, it’s like falling over a cliff into clear blue water. I’m weightless, screaming out God knows what until the pleasure consumes me.
Adrian follows me over, pulling his cock from inside me and squirting his cum onto my stomach with a groan. It feels obscene to have him paint me like this, like he’s visually claiming me.
And for some reason, that only makes me like it more.