Chapter Thirty-Four Language Lessons
West
“We’re not finished,” I say before I grab Adelina roughly by the hips and bury myself deep inside, pinning her against the mattress with my weight. “That was just a warm-up.”
She moans, gripping the sheets as I set a slow pace.
Infuriatingly slow, because after weeks of stifling tension, I fully intend to make the most of tonight.
I’ll stretch every second into an hour if I have to.
There’s no telling what tomorrow will bring, but there’s one thing I’m certain of: I have a beautiful woman in my bed, and I’m going to savor every moment she’s willing to give me.
“Fuck, Adelina. You feel so good.”
“West, I—”
“Yes, angel?”
She wiggles her ass against me, whining with need. “I need more.”
Using my knee to spread her legs farther out, I help myself to a new, deeper angle. I dip low and murmur against her ear, “Anything for you.”
I drive myself deeper, intoxicated by the softness of her body and the way my fingers leave an impression on her skin. Her walls clench around my cock, every thrust met with the slap of skin and the creak of the bed beneath us.
“Faster,” Adelina pleads. “West—faster.”
“I don’t know. Do you deserve it?”
Adelina whines against the sheets but doesn’t reply. It upsets me that her answer isn’t immediate. It should be more than obvious. I can tell she’s thinking again, caught up in that brain of hers.
I roll my hips against her. “Then answer is yes, Adelina. Say it.”
“I…”
“Say ‘I deserve it.’ ”
“I deserve it,” she echoes, breathless.
“ ‘I deserve to feel good.’ ”
“I deserve to”—I thrust into her hard, her voice coming out as a squeak—“to feel good.”
“ ‘I’m beautiful.’ ”
She huffs a laugh. “A little full of yourself, huh?”
“Adelina.”
“I’m beautiful,” she whispers.
“And ‘I’m perfect.’ ”
Adelina grows quiet at this, leaving me no choice but to reach around and grasp her by the chin, turning her head so I can look at her. Her eyes are glassy with brewing tears, her brows stitched together in doubt.
“I don’t—”
“Would I lie to you?”
“No.”
“Then say it.”
She takes a deep breath. “I’m perfect.”
I nod, rewarding her with a kiss. “Yes, you fucking are.”
My pace increases, a growing crescendo that brings with it an untamable wildfire.
I chase her pleasure, feeling the way her body trembles and her breathing grows tight as I push her over the edge, her euphoric cry music to my ears.
She’s unlocked something inside of me. A hunger, a desire—something so intense and feral it almost scares me.
I knew this was going to be a problem. I knew that if I had a taste, I would never be able to get enough.
“Two,” I rasp before I stand and drag her to the edge of the bed.
“West, what—”
I give her no time to rest, roughly turning her onto her side and lifting her right leg over my shoulder.
She could be a work of art, what with her mussed hair, skin glistening with sweat, and her face twisted up in sweet agony.
My beautiful girl is painfully close, so I drop a hand down to draw tight circles against her clit.
Her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back.
This time, she comes with a silent scream.
“Three,” I announce proudly.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly. “What are you counting?”
I smile. I’m sure she’ll figure it out.
Gathering her up in my arms, I lift her off the bed.
Adelina wraps her legs around me, making it easier for me to carry her to the nearest wall and fuck her up against it.
Rough. Unrelenting. She kisses me hard enough to leave my lips bruised.
I’m sure we’re going to piss off the neighbors, but to hell with it.
If all goes according to plan, we won’t be here tomorrow to receive their complaints.
“West, I don’t think I can—”
“Yes, you can. Can you give me one more, love?”
She makes a noise that sounds a lot like okay, but it’s hard to tell when I’m too busy exploring her mouth with my tongue.
I take her back to bed, surrounding her in soft pillows and warm sheets because she deserves nothing less.
I return to taking things slow, our bodies so entwined it’s difficult to tell where I stop and she begins.
She takes me so well. Every time I thrust into her, I hope she understands what it means. No matter where, no matter when—she is mine, mine, mine.
This time when she reaches the peak, I’m right there with her. We fall over the edge, wrapped up so tightly in each other’s arms that the rest of the world may as well not exist. Nothing else matters except our heavy breaths and racing hearts.
“West,” she says my name, combing her fingers through my hair. It’s all she can say. Again and again, better than any song or sweet prayer.
“Hold on to me, baby. I’ve got you.”
I gingerly carry her to the bathroom and set her down on the edge of the tub, quick to fill it with warm water.
I hold on to her hand the entire time as steam fills the small room, the calm that settles over us the closest my heart has felt to peace in years.
When the bath is ready, we slip into the water together, her back flush against my chest.
“How do you feel?” I ask as I reach for the shampoo. I take great pleasure in washing and rinsing her hair, loving the smile that spreads across her lips.
“Good. A little sore, but really good. Tired.”
“Shame to think we could have been doing this the whole time.”
Adelina laughs softly. “Yeah.”
I dip down to press my lips to her shoulder. If only this night wouldn’t end. Maybe I could hide her away here, keep her to myself forever. Make love to her, fuck her, savor every inch of her skin for as long as I live and breathe.
“How do you say ‘don’t worry’ in Chinese?” I ask after a long while.
“Oh, my Cantonese is terrible, I don’t think—”
“I want to learn. Can you teach me?”
She pauses, searching for the words. “I think it’s…mm sai daam sam. How do you say it in French?”
“Ne t’inquiète pas.”
She turns to face me, water sloshing with her movements, and brings her fingers up to smooth the small furrow between my brows. I can’t help but smile. Does she have any idea how far gone for her I am? “Ne t’inquiète pas,” she repeats.
I press a kiss to her forehead. “Mm sai daam sam.”
At no point during the rest of the night do we dare bring up what’s to come tomorrow. For now, we have this. That’s more than enough.