Chapter 268
Stella's POV
The apartment door had barely closed when Adam pushed me against it, my back gently connecting with the hard wood.
His body pressed against mine, his hands pinning my wrists on either side of my head. The lighthearted atmosphere from earlier had completely vanished, replaced by something darker and more aggressive.
Adam's eyes had changed—that familiar green now deeper, filled with undisguised possessiveness. His jaw was tight, and though he appeared outwardly calm, his breathing was slightly rapid. I could feel his tension radiating like waves, his entire body like a coiled spring ready to release.
"If I hadn't been there," his voice dangerously soft, "would that Jones boy's performance have had a different ending?"
I blinked in confusion before realization dawned. So that's what this is about.
"What Jones boy? Henry is actually a few months older than me!" I protested, trying to inject some lightness into the moment.
Adam's grip on my wrists tightened slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Stella, are you telling me you don't want to go to class tomorrow?"
This barely veiled threat created an inappropriate thrill within me. I bit my lip, suppressing a smile, aware that my amusement would only further provoke him.
"Adam, I never realized you were so jealous!" I couldn't help teasing, though I knew I was treading into dangerous territory.
"I'm not jealous now either," he stated flatly, though his actions completely contradicted his words.
I desperately held back laughter, knowing it would only add fuel to the fire, but a small chuckle escaped anyway. Adam's eyes flashed dangerously, and before I could come up with a cleverer response, his lips crashed onto mine with overwhelming force, devouring me.
Any thoughts of further teasing were crushed as his possessive kiss ignited a wildfire that instantly spread throughout my body, tightening my core as heat began to pool between my legs.
Damn, that's definitely one way to end an argument.
His hands moved to my waist, effortlessly lifting me up as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my center pressing against his rock-hard erection, feeling its heat even through our clothes.
He carried me toward the bedroom in long strides, his lips never leaving mine, each step intensifying the sparks between us. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging sharply, and I gasped when his teeth grazed that sensitive spot on my neck.
"Adam," I moaned when his mouth found that spot behind my ear that made my knees weak, my clit pulsing involuntarily.
"Tell me," he tossed me onto the bed, his voice rough with desire, scraping across my nerves like sandpaper, "did you enjoy that guy playing the violin for you?"
I looked up at him in confusion, momentarily bewildered until I realized he was still jealous about Henry. "Are you seriously still hung up on that? Really?"
He didn't respond, just began methodically unbuttoning my shirt, his eyes locked on mine with each inch of skin revealed, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey. His gaze was so intense it made me hold my breath, the green of his eyes transformed into a primal darkness filled with raw possession.
Damn, this man's gaze is like witchcraft, piercing straight into my soul.
"Adam," I whispered, reaching up to touch his face, my fingertips trailing along his tense jaw, "only you. I only have eyes for you."
His expression shifted, jealousy giving way to a deeper hunger, like a beast finally breaking free of its chains. He lowered his head, planting a trail of kisses along my collarbone, deliberately slow as if to torture me, working his way down with precision that made my scalp tingle.
When his mouth found my breast, his tongue circling my nipple through the lace of my bra, wet and hot, my back arched involuntarily, my nipples hardening to painful points.
"Fuck, Adam," I groaned, lifting my hips, seeking friction against the bedsheets, "stop teasing me."
He chuckled against my skin, his lips curving into a wicked smile. "Patience, Mrs. Lancaster."
With a flick of his fingers, my bra came undone, exposing my breasts to the air, nipples hard and aching. He lowered his head to take one in his mouth, teeth grazing, tongue flicking rapidly, while his other hand kneaded the other breast, thumb rolling over the areola, drawing continuous moans from me. My center was soaking wet, slick heat trailing down my inner thighs, begging for his touch.
But he didn't rush downward, instead kissing his way across my stomach, sliding down to the zipper of my jeans. He unhurried them open, eyes locked with mine, as if savoring every inch of my reaction. My pants and underwear were peeled away, leaving me exposed below the waist, my folds swollen and open, glistening wetly in the light.
"Fuck, look at this pussy," he growled, his voice rough as an animal's, hands spreading my thighs, staring at my exposed center, "so wet, like it's begging to be licked."
Before I could respond, his head dove between my legs, his tongue directly on my clit, slow and heavy circles, as if savoring a delicacy. I gasped sharply, my hips instinctively lifting toward his mouth, my clit throbbing under his tongue as my wetness surged more intensely. His tongue slid to my folds, dipping shallowly into my entrance, drawing out more sticky fluid with an embarrassingly wet sound.
"Adam, fuck..." I gripped the sheets, knuckles white, my voice shattered by pleasure, "you're so fucking good at this."
He chuckled, the vibrations traveling through my center, nearly making me climax on the spot. One hand slid up to my breast, pinching my nipple hard, while the other pressed down on my thigh to keep me from squirming. His tongue accelerated, circling my clit in rapid licks, teeth occasionally grazing, stimulating my entrance to contract rhythmically, as if begging him to enter.
"Do you like me eating you?" he looked up, his lips glistening wetly, green eyes fixed on me like he wanted to devour me whole.
"Fuck, yes, please don't stop," I panted, hips writhing, grinding against his face, my wetness coating his chin.
He buried his face again, his tongue thrusting deeply into my entrance, mimicking the rhythm of penetration, his nose rubbing against my clit, making me cry out. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, my legs trembling uncontrollably. He licked for several full minutes, until my center was swollen and aching, wetness dripping onto the sheets, leaving a shameful stain.
Finally, he crawled up, removing his own clothes to reveal his intimidatingly hard cock, the tip already leaking fluid. He knelt between my legs, hand gripping his shaft, the head rubbing against my soaked folds, torturously slow. My clit jumped when he nudged it, my body jolting as if shocked by electricity.
"Adam, fuck, hurry," I begged, lifting my hips, wanting him to thrust straight in.
He chuckled against my skin: "What's the rush, baby?"
He leaned down to kiss me, his tongue dominating mine, bringing the taste of myself, so filthy it made me blush. His hands were everywhere—pulling my hair, sliding down my waist, gripping my ass hard, fingers digging into the flesh, leaving marks that would certainly hurt tomorrow.
This control freak, and damn if I don't love it.
He finally thrust into me, his cock filling my entrance completely, so thick and hard I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders. He paused momentarily, giving me time to adjust, his forehead pressed against mine, our rapid breaths mingling, carrying his sweat and my wetness.
"Look at me," he commanded softly, his voice rough as gravel.
I opened my eyes to meet his intensely focused gaze, green irises seeming to burn into me. He began to move, his rhythm slow and precise, each thrust hitting precisely my most sensitive spot, as if mapping me from inside with his cock. Pleasure built like a rising tide, my walls clenching around him desperately.
"Adam, please," I choked out, not even sure what I was begging for.
He understood, suddenly increasing his pace, each thrust driving deeper, as if trying to reach through me. One hand slid to where we joined, his thumb pressing against my clit, rubbing quickly, the stimulation exploding through me. I screamed as I tensed, my center convulsing violently, wetness gushing around his cock and dripping down. He didn't last much longer, groaning my name as his hot release poured into me, so warm it made me shudder again.
He collapsed beside me, holding me tightly, his chest heaving like he'd just finished a battle. I caught my breath, my mind completely blank, my center still twitching slightly, as if reluctant to let him go.
Damn, this man is truly a sex god.