Chapter 70
He is relentless, mouthing and sucking my clit as if he means to devour it, devour me – but then, he looks up, directly at me, dark eyes drowning in arousal, and if I could take a picture, if I could live in this moment, here, on the brink, with him, I would.
Instead, I come undone.
All at once, my body spasms, my legs shake, and there’s a crash of pleasure so intense that it leaves me breathless.
Still, he continues feasting, lapping up whatever my sensitive core has to give as I breathe out, “Adrian.”
He chuckles, curls tickling my inner thighs. “Oh, you don’t think we’re done, do you, sweetheart?” He purrs. “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”
And then I feel it.
One of his fingers skims my entrance as he latches onto my clit, now pulsing and sensitive, and I buck my hips.
I lose myself as one of his fingers slips into me, and my body clenches around the digit. I’ve never had another person’s fingers inside me, and especially not one of his – long and nimble and well-suited for playing the guitar or piano or another instrument.
I suppose that is what he’s doing. Playing my body like it’s a string to be plucked, drawing moans from me like music.
I’m too distracted by what his mouth’s doing to realize there’s a second finger teasing my lips, but when he slides it in, there’s a noticeable twinge of discomfort with this one. “I –”
“It’s alright.” His voice’s a soothing timber against my skin. “You can take it, sweetheart.”
And maybe it’s because he’s still eliciting shocks of pleasure with his mouth, or maybe it’s because I don’t want to disappoint him, so I do.
Warmth sparks as my core slowly stretches around the second finger, building inside me like a pressure cooker.
“Look at you,” he hums. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
It’s not the first time he’s praised me, it’s not even the first time he’s used that specific praise, but my body seems especially responsive to it tonight.
Heat continues to pool in my lower belly.
His fingers feel so damn good, and his mouth feels so damn good, and I want to be good for him. I want to, I want to, I want to –
I erupt with pleasure for the second time, more sensitive than ever, more intense than ever.
Jesus fucking Christ.
By the time it’s done washing over me, my legs might as well be jelly. Adrian shifts, removing his fingers and mouth, and I’m almost positive the sight of him knocks out whatever breath’s left in my lungs.
So beautiful.
Thanks to me, his curls are a tangled mess, his lips are swollen, and the entire lower half of his face glistens with, well, me.
But he’s smiling with the satisfied gleam of a predator that’s just caught and consumed their prey – and then, as if the image’s not erotic enough, he licks his fingers clean.
Heat returns to my lower belly.
“I think I could spend my entire day between your legs, sweetheart,” he drawls.
You should, some part of me whispers, but I’m too breathless to do much of anything but whimper.
His eyes flicker to mine, to the way I’m heaving and panting, though I haven’t done a damn thing besides lay here and let him pull one orgasm after the next from me, and his smile broadens. “Maybe I will,” he muses. “Tomorrow. Tonight though…”
A thrill of anticipation slides down my spine.
He leans back on his knees, reaches for the zipper of his slacks, and fresh desire stirs.
“Wait,” I say. “Let me.”
My limbs are still shaking, but I manage to sit up, to slot my legs on either side of his. I’m not quite in his lap, but I’m close enough to lean over and undo his zipper.
Wordlessly, he slides his pants down and –
Oh.
Oh.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but it’s not this.
As tall as he is, the cock that springs free still looks proportionally massive – long and thin, but not too thin.
And pretty.
He has a pretty dick, which is a shame, because I don’t think it’s going to fit inside me. I’m not sure my body has a single crevice it could fit in.
Trepidation clouds some of my desire. “Uh…I’m not sure if…”
“You can take it.” Once again, his tone’s dropped to a low, soothing timber – like a siren about gently guiding me to my death.
I stare up at him, eyes wide. “I felt the stretch with two fingers, and this…”
Is definitely not more than two fingers.
“Is going to fit just fine,” he reassures me. “Do you know how I know that, sweetheart?” One of his large hands cups my cheek.
I shake my head.
“Because you’re mine.” His entire face’s softened, eyes like smoldering charcoal. “Most people would never survive the weight of my darkness. It’d consume them before they even had a chance to flee. But you…” He leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. “You take everything I give you, sweetheart. You take it all, and you never break. You never even waver. You withstand me in a way that nobody else ever could. That’s how I know you’re mine. We are made for each other.”
I quiver.
“And if you’re made for me…” He peppers kisses down my jawline. “Then you’re made for this part of me, too.” There’s a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back into the sheets. “I won’t break you, sweetheart. Not like this. And if I do…” One more kiss, this one to the corner of my mouth. “I’ll spend my entire life putting you back together again.”
Emotion swells in me – but it’s not fear.
Any fear I might’ve had evaporates at the sight of him like this, hovering over me, every inch of his powerful body on display.
For me.
Nobody’s ever seen him like this.
“I want it,” I murmur – half to myself, half to him. “I want you. All of you.”
He obliges.
I prepare myself for inevitable discomfort, but he starts slowly, the head of his cock teasing my sensitive, soaked folds.
I cup the back of his neck, eyes drawn to the way his biceps ripple with strength.
There’s a sharp inhale – from both of us – as the head of his cock nudges past my folds.
And then a little more.
A gasp – this time from me.
He is much wider than two fingers, and there’s a sting of discomfort as my body protests the initial stretch, but it’s not painful.
And then a little more.
He slowly inches into me, hyper-aware of my every inhale and exhale and anything else that might signal my discomfort. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart,” he praises. He kisses my forehead. “Taking me just as well as I knew you would.”
And then a little more.
I moan.
The discomfort’s starts to fade, replaced by a sting that’s almost pleasurable. As if he can read the switch on my face, Adrian inches forward and –
Fuck.
That’s got to be –
“All of it,” he breathes, completely still and sheathed inside of me, as I come to terms with this novel sensation.
It’s not like a couple of fingers or even a tongue, this is…
I’m full.
I can tell my body’s stretched to its limits, and still…
“You’re perfect.” Adrian stares down at me, wearing a cocktail of emotions I’ve never seen – wonder and awe and pleasure all rolled into one. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
I open my mouth to reply, but the only thing that comes out is a string of breathless moans.
At a glacier pace, he begins moving.
My eyes roll back into my head because fuck, should it feel this good? It shouldn’t feel this good, should it?
I don’t think it should feel this good.
My hands fly to his shoulders, anchoring our bodies together while he gives my body time to adjust.
“You’re mine,” Adrian rasps, seemingly unable to take his eyes off me. “You belong to me.” A hand winds through my hair and he tugs – hard. “Say it. I need to hear you say it.”
I whimper. “I –” Pleasure overrides every other sense as he picks up the pace. “I –”
He growls, “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I manage to get the words, unintelligible as they may be.
“You’re mine,” he affirms. “There’s no going back – not anymore. This is forever. Do you understand me, sweetheart?” He rocks forward, sheathing his entire length into me at once.
I sputter out a whine that sounds vaguely like an agreement.
“It doesn’t matter if you change your mind,” he groans. “It doesn’t matter if you wake up one day and decide you hate me. I’ll never let you go.” His pace quickens, but his strokes have begun to get sloppy. “I don’t care what I have to do. Who I have to kill. I’ll break you into tiny pieces and rebuild you myself if it means I get to keep you. You’re never leaving me, sweetheart.”
“Never,” I rasp.
“You’re going to come to Harvard with me.”
My answering moan doesn’t seem to be good enough for him. “Say it,” he grinds out. “Say you’re going to come to Harvard.”
“I’ll –” There are alarm bells ringing in the back of my mind, but they’re too removed from the pleasure I’m currently experiencing for me to pay them much mind. “I’ll come to Harvard with you.”
“I’m going to give you the world,” he continues. “Anything you want. Money, status, jewelry, cars – I’m going to lay the entire world at your feet.”
For a moment, I’m not sure there is a world outside of us, outside of this moment. There can’t be. The only thing that exists right now is him and me, connected in all ways.
I cry out as he thrusts forward one more time, and then stills.
The entire world stills.
Holy shit.
I can’t say for certain how long we stay like that, breathing through our combined pleasure, but when Adrian finally blinks down at me, eyes still foggy with arousal, I know it for certain.
I’m not the only one who’s reached the point of no return.