He pulls his fingers out, and I feel a pang of loss.
I watch, dazed, as he brings them to his lips and sucks my arousal from them.
My pussy clenches in response.
He looks down at me, his eyes dark with hunger. "You taste like heaven," he says huskily. "I was planning on fucking you next, but I really think I'm missing out here."
Before I can process that, he's moving down my body, kissing a path down my stomach.
"Adrian," I protest weakly.
"I need a real taste, sweetheart. Can't help it," he says, still moving down my body.
"Your wound," I say, still weak. "You're going to hurt yourself again."
"Worth it," he says.
"Adrian, no," I say, stronger now. "I won't be responsible for that."
I move to sit up before he can get any farther, but he stops me. I'm faster. And I'm not injured. I'm not taking any more risks.
I get out of bed and walk a few steps away. Out of reach. "Lie back," I command.
"Caterina," he warns.
"Adrian," I say, in the same tone. "Lie back. Or I'm getting out of this bed, and I'm putting my clothes on, and you can suffer. Alone."
He glares at me, but I can see he knows I'm not bluffing. He's also in a lot of pain. I can see it in the tension around his eyes.
He lets out a frustrated sigh and carefully shifts back against the pillows. "You are a pain in my ass."
"Right back at you," I say. I make my way back to him—slowly, drawing his eyes to me. His eyes move up and down my body, and his jaw tightens.
"You need to think with your big head, not your little one."
He grunts, which I'm choosing to interpret as agreement.
I kneel on the bed and crawl over to him from the end, my movements slow and sensual, a predator stalking her prey. I crawl over his legs and up to his hips.
His eyes follow my every move, hot and intense.
But I don't stop there. Mindful of his injury, I keep going.
Aware now of what I'm doing, Adrian's hands go to my waist and guide me until I'm right where he wants me.
I swing my leg over and straddle him, but not his cock. I settle my knees on either side of his head, my pussy hovering just above him.
His breathing hitches.
His eyes fix on the very center of me.
I reach down and spread myself open for him, a blatant, shameless offering.
"You wanted a taste." My voice is a soft purr. "Here's your taste, soldier."
Chapter Twenty Five
Adrian
