Chapter twenty
~ELANA~
There is nothing I see beyond him. Nothing I feel beyond where he’s touching me.
His hand is still wrapped around my wrists, holding them above my head; his hips between my thighs are pinning me in place despite my desperate attempts to move them.
I don’t know if it’s the wine that’s making me so eager, and right now, none of it matters.
“You want me inside you.” Not a question. Adrian uses his other arm to support his weight as he slowly leans in to kiss my neck.
“Yes,” I breathe, unable to find my voice. I feel him smile against my neck before pulling away.
“Elana,” he studies my face, “Are you aware of what you’re asking of me?” I blink up at him. Is he unsure about this? I study him back - the lust in his eyes, his chest moving with each desire-filled breath, the hardness of him against me. No, he wants this just as much as I do. I nod.
“I’m not asking you,” I whisper and make another attempt to roll my hips against him, earning me the sight of Adrian closing his eyes with a hard swallow. “I’m telling you.”
When he opens his eyes again, there’s no trace of doubt within them.
He releases my wrists, only to drag his hand down and grip my jaw softly.
There’s nothing soft about the kiss that follows, though.
It’s savage and possessive, claiming every inch of my mouth, his hand angling my face so he can take more of me.
His tongue dances with mine as he grinds his hips against me once more, each stroke deliberate, rubbing that sensitive spot that’s now throbbing under his touch.
I moan into his mouth and reach to cup his face.
His hand slides to the back of my neck and ever so gently pulls me until I’m half-sitting.
He rises on his knees, leaving my body aching for him.
“Hands up,” he orders softly, and I obey, feeling his warm hands on my waist. They slide up, taking the hoodie with them until I feel the air on my sensitive nipples. I’ve never been naked in front of someone else before. I never felt safe enough to be. Will he like what he sees?
After sliding my hoodie over my head, he tosses it on the floor and sits back to look at me. I’ve never felt more exposed, sitting half-naked in front of him. I instinctively wrap my arms around myself, but he gently takes my wrists and pulls my hands away.
“Don’t do that.” His tone is as soft as his hand that slides to cup my face. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t want you to hide your body from me, ever.”
My chest swells with warmth at his words.
He doesn’t wait for me to reply before his mouth is on mine again, reassuring and gentle.
His hand slides down from my face to cup my left breast. The feeling is so foreign that I almost flinch back.
He gently squeezes it, sending a spark down to my core.
A small sound escapes me, and he deepens the kiss, pushing me back down on the couch. Will he stay dressed like last time?
“Take my shirt off,” he murmurs into my mouth as if having read my thoughts, and I immediately reach for the buttons.
With my hands slightly shaking from the adrenaline, I try my best to unclasp each one and match the rhythm of his tongue.
It takes me a bit of time, but the last button is finally undone.
I slide the shirt off, my fingers tracing the muscles on his shoulders as he helps me by lifting one arm off the couch and then the other.
I drag my hands over his back, the muscles dancing under my fingertips as he moves.
I’ve never felt skin so soft, the touch of it like satin under my touch.
I feel his fingers under the waistband of my shorts before he pulls them down.
Raising my hips to help him, I open my eyes in search of his face.
Adrian tosses my shorts on the floor, next to my hoodie, and rests back on his heels.
I’m fully naked in front of him, legs spread with him kneeling between them.
Something primal flashes in his eyes as they roam over my body—my very naked body.
I fight the urge to cover myself, willing my hands to stay put, and take the opportunity to look at him—really look at him.
His toned chest, his broad shoulders, the abs I can easily count, the veins sliding down his arms to his hands, and the absolute mass of muscle his body is.
I have never been more aroused in my life, never been more affected by the sight of someone.
How many other women have looked at him from that same angle and thought the same things I do?
I push the unwelcome thought away, cursing myself for it.
“Do you have the slightest idea of how beautiful you look?” His voice is deep and raspy—a sound that makes me take in a steadying breath.
Every cord of muscle on his shoulders and arms dances under his skin as his hands work his belt open.
Why does him unbuckling his belt have to be so fucking hot?
Because I know what follows it. He slides his belt off, and it joins our clothes on the floor with a clank.
I watch his every move as he crawls back up to me and, using his left arm to hold his weight, slides a hand down my body.
The feathery touch makes me shiver and arch my back towards his hand that slides past my tummy and down to—
Oh my God. A loud moan escapes me as his fingers slide between my lips.
“You’re so fucking wet.” There’s pride in his tone. His fingers trace small circles around my clit, sending warmth up to my core. He takes his fingers away and brings them to his lips. “This is for me and me alone. Only I can do this to you.”
“Only you can do this to me,” I parrot his words a millimeter above a whisper. The looks he gives me, pleasantly surprised by my words, make my lips curl into a smile. He reaches between us, and I hear him unzip his pants.
“Look at what you do to me.” His tone is sharp enough for me to obey instantly.
I lift my head and look down at where his hand is pulling his pants down. Embarrassed, though unsure why, I glance away.
“I said, look.” His hand immediately moves my chin back, and all I can do is watch as he pulls his pants further down until his cock jumps out. My eyes widen at the size of him. How does he expect this to fit inside of me?
As if reading my thoughts, a smirk creeps up on his lips and he takes one of my hands and slowly places it on his length. He closes his eyes and takes a sharp breath through gritted teeth before opening his eyes again, dark and deadly.
“This is what you do to me.”
The feel of him under my palm is like steel wrapped in velvet. I can’t see the expression on my face, but whatever it is, it makes him huff out a chuckle. He takes a condom out of his pocket and rips it with his teeth before taking it out. I watch as he places it on the tip of his cock.
“Be a good girl and roll it down for me.”
He wants me to do it? I hesitantly roll the condom down his length and look up at him for approval.
“Wrap your hand around it.” I do as I’m told, wrapping my fingers around him until they barely touch. The thought of it sliding inside of me—
“Don’t look so frightened,” he murmurs and slowly lowers himself with one hand, the other one fisting his cock, my hand still on it right next to his.
He guides the tip to my entrance, the feel of it sending a wave of excitement and fear through me.
He plants a soft kiss on my lips and pulls away just enough to look at me.
“Are you ready?” he whispers, his hot breath caressing my mouth.
“Is it going to hurt?” I don’t know how it can possibly not.
“It’s different for everyone.” He’s silent for a moment before speaking again. “Just tell me to stop, and I will.”
I swallow with a nod, fear being replaced by sweet anticipation as he shifts, his tip brushing against my entrance.
He lowers himself and takes one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue drawing lazy circles around it.
I suck in a breath and close my eyes, savoring the sensation.
Suddenly, with one painfully slow movement, he slides in, the feeling similar to a drop of a rollercoaster.
“Oh my God,” I pant as I first his hair, his mouth still closed around my nipple, his tongue flicking it softly. There’s a slight pain from being so incredibly stretched around him. Adrian drags his hand up my neck and cups the back of my head before his lips collide with mine.
“Fuck,” he hisses into my mouth and pushes in more.
He’s not even all the way in? I feel him stretch me more and more until all I feel is him inside of me.
I have never felt so… filled. I’m unsure what to focus on: the pain or the pleasure.
He stills for a moment, his mouth claiming mine before sliding out slowly.
“Ah!” I can’t stop the sounds escaping from my lips as he slides into me again. The pain subsides, replaced by the burning pleasure of his slow thrusts. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, unlike anything I’ve ever imagined it could feel like.
“What a good girl.” He slowly pulls back just enough to thrust into me again, picking up the pace little by little until I’m a thrashing mess under him. He props himself up on one arm and, using the hand on the back of my neck, pulls my head up.
“Look at how good you’re taking all of me.” His words send a wave of electricity through my body as I watch his cock disappear inside me.
“Oh, God!” I sob and grasp his forearm, his thrusts sending wave after wave of pleasure. I watch him slide in and out of me, picking up the pace, pumping into me with enough force to send me rocking back and forth with him.
“Look at yourself getting fucked,” he growls and brings my lips to his to drown out my moans.
He lets go of my head and slides his hand down between my legs.
I can’t think. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but feel as his fingers rub circles around my clit.
I can feel it, the burning sensation spreading through my core, growing with each thrust of his cock, each circle he rubs with his fingers.
“I want to feel you come around my cock,” he growls into my mouth. “Let go, baby.”
His words are my undoing, and white-hot pleasure overtakes my whole body as I fall apart with his name on my lips, spiraling around and around.
“Fuck, Elana.” His hoarse voice echoes from somewhere far as he joins me, violently thrusting into me.
When I open my eyes again after what feels like an eternity, he’s already looking at me, both elbows on each side of my head, fingers caressing my hair.
“Hi,” I whisper, unable to keep from smiling. Adrian kisses me softly in response and pulls back to look at me again.
He shakes his head and flashes me a lazy smile. “You are absolutely breathtaking.”
Warmth spreads through my chest, and before I know it, I’m grinning.
“Did I hurt you?” He narrows his eyes, his thumb still stroking my hair.
“Do I look like you hurt me?” I raise my brows, a smile still plastered on my face.
“Well, whoever was nearby certainly might be… concerned for your well-being.”
My eyes widen, and I feel the flush crawling its way to my cheeks. “Relax, little duck.” Adrian lets out a chuckle and kisses my forehead. “There’s nobody to hear you but me.”
I wince as he slowly pulls out of me and sits back, running a hand through his hair. It definitely needs it after what my hands did to it.
“Look at you.” He tilts his head to the side, the corner of his mouth rising. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”