Chapter 11 Bronn
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After what she’s been through, Adrianna’s like a delicate glass rose that might shatter if I press her too hard. Even though I long to turn her over and claim what’s mine, I restrain myself, taking my time and giving her time to relax.
Lifting her in my arms, I lay her down on the bed and lie next to her. My fingers trail down her arm to her sensitive wrists. Taking them in my hand, I bring each one to my lips, kissing the places where she’s rubbed raw, hoping the touch of my lips will heal some of the trauma from today.
Even though she was strong today, I know how shaken up she is.
I’d kill that motherfucker ten times over for what he did to her. The sudden thought sends a surge of anger through my body. I clasp Adrianna’s wrist in my hand, and she gasps.
Pinning her wrists above her head, I move on top of her, pressing my body into hers and grinding my hips. It’s more aggressive than I should be, but when I see the hooded look of desire in her eyes, I don’t hold back.
Adrianna moans, arching her back, her hips meeting mine, finding the friction between our layers of clothing.
I release her wrists, but she keeps her arms above her head, showing me her vulnerability, showing me that she trusts me. After everything that happened today, she can still be vulnerable.
Slowly, I hook my thumbs under her top and peel it over her head. Then I unhook her bra, letting her breasts tumble free.
“You’re beautiful, brat.”
She smiles, and it’s the first one I’ve seen since she was taken. I want to make her smile again. Hell, I want to make her cry out in ecstasy.
Ducking my head, I kiss each breast, taking my time exploring the texture of her skin and breathing in her floral scent. Her nipples harden as I suck each peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the pebbled edges. My hand slides between her legs, and she gasps as I find her hot center.
Moving slowly, I kiss her stomach, taking my time to appreciate every crevice and concave. She’s so soft against my hardness. The contrast makes me want to sink into her, to hold her close and never let go.
Continuing down her body, each curve is a wonder of discovery. Her wide, generous hips, soft thighs, and the mound at the top her legs, the hairs springy under her leggings.
Hooking my thumbs into her leggings and panties, I pull them off until she’s naked before me.
“Jesus.”
She sits up on her elbows,
“What is it?”
She’s simply stunning. Her bare body laid out before me. Her soft mound of dark hair, soft curves, heavy breasts.
I want to feast on her, to devour every part of her.
“Nothing, baby girl. You just took my breath away for a moment.”
She flops back on the bed.
“Well, if you’ve got your breath back, can you keep going?”
I chuckle at the petulant tone of her voice. I won’t punish her for it today, but I’ll have fun another time teaching her respect.
“Yes, brat.”
She wants me to keep going, so I’ll give her what she wants. She’s obviously feeling better if her sassy mouth is back, which means I don’t need to be so gentle. Maybe this brat can handle a little punishment after all.
Without warning, I bury my face between her thighs.
Adrianna gasps, and her hips push into the bed.
“Bronn, it’s too much,” she gasps.
I’ll decide what’s too much.
Grabbing her ass, I pull her onto my tongue, licking and sucking her sweet juices until the movement of her hips is in time to my licks and little high-pitched moans come out of her mouth.
My finger slides into her engorged tunnel. She’s so tight, her virgin pussy barely making room for my finger.
I slide another one in, and Adrianna cries out. She cries out my name, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
She’s close to coming, and I rock her hips onto my tongue as my fingers pump her hard. I feel the moment she explodes, her pussy convulsing around my fingers, her juices turning sweeter as she floods my tongue. She cries my name, screams it out, carrying all the emotion from the day with it.
Her hands grip the bedding, and her body goes taut as the climax carries her away.
I ride it out, my tongue pressed to her clit, until I feel her relax.
Only then do I emerge from between her legs. She’s flat out on the bed, her hair fanning out around her on the blankets.
She looks angelic, too beautiful for this world. Her eyelids droop, but I’m not done with her yet.
“Don’t go to sleep, brat. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she’s wearing a saucy smile. “I was hoping you’d say that.”