Chapter 183 Rewards for anger- pleasure.

Chapter 183 Rewards for anger- pleasure.
Adriana
“Let me fucking go!” I screamed at him. “You will not insult me.”
Jared didn’t let me go. Instead, his grip on my thighs tightened. I had spread my legs further while trying to fight him, and it had only given him more room to settle between them.
My temper was still potent, but it was hard to remain angry in this position when there were other things my body wanted to do. It was hard to believe, but although I had always been attracted to Jared, the desire I had for him had taken an exponential rise since I became Eve.
Firm fingers teased the edge of my shorts. It was effective, calming me with his touch rather than words.
“I haven’t kissed anyone since my wife,” Jared spoke finally.
I knew that. And I wanted to be the person he kissed. I said nothing, though. I had already begged too much for his kiss.
“It hurt me to think you could kiss anyone.”
I rolled my eyes but still said nothing.
“If I kiss you, Eve, I want to know that you’re mine, and that you’ll only be kissing me.” He held my eyes.
The words closed around me like a cage. He was doing it again—first he wanted me to take off my mask, and now he was asking me for a promise.
“Well, while I can kiss whosoever I want, I can’t commit myself just to get a kiss. Besides, what if you suck at kissing?” Hell, I didn’t know where the words came from. “I think you should let me go now.”
He didn’t.
He was still so close. The room was getting hot, and my leather jacket was beginning to itch against my skin, so I took it off. It wasn’t really a well-thought-through idea, because the jacket had been hiding a lot of cleavage.
“Eve…” Jared groaned.
The change was almost magical as I watched his self-control abandon him.
He brought a finger up and slid all my hair across one shoulder, exposing my neck. I wasn’t accustomed to showing so much skin, but seeing him like this made me feel… powerful. Almost more powerful than I felt as queen.
Jared buried his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling me. His grip on my thighs tightened, almost painfully. “Jar—”
The word was snuffed out as his lips slammed into mine.
There was no mild tasting or sampling; his lips were wild and unhinged, devouring me in a manner I never knew lips could. Desire coursed through my veins, and self-control flew out the window for both of us. I hadn’t even known I was tugging at his shirt until it hit the floor and my fingers touched bare skin.
Abs and biceps shaped like those of a demigod—everything about him was bold and beautiful. Every taste was raw and made me heady. My breasts felt heavy because he wouldn’t touch them, and my lips seemed to have a life of their own as my tongue finally tasted him, yet every part of me wanted more.
“Eve.” It was a growl, a warning, because my greedy fingers were on his belt.
I had never known such desire. “I want,” I pleaded. It was consuming me, making me burn from the inside. No sane thoughts on why this was a bad idea could take root in my head; I was losing this battle, making a fool of myself, and yet I did not care.
I wanted this man.
There was understanding in his eyes as he nodded and kissed me again, but this time it was slow and gentle, like he was trying to douse the flames he had started. I was hungry for so much more than he was giving me and wanted to complain, but the way his fingers worked at my shorts seemed like a promise of more.
There was no shame in me when he peeled the shorts away and I was bare to him. Desire killed any lingering uncertainty inside of me.
My body trembled when he settled my thigh over his shoulder and met my eyes. My questions died in my throat. He didn’t touch me there with his hands, but just moved my hips to give himself a better angle, and then used his mouth to give me the first and most profound orgasm of my life.