Page 65 of Untamed Sinner

“About this?” His gaze doesn’t waver. “Yes.”

I roll my hips. “About me?”

“Especially about you.” His hand tightens on my neck. “Especially about us.”

I kiss him, desperate and needy and probably too honest. He kisses me back like there was never any question about where this was going. I chase the pleasure building low in my belly as his other hand slides between us, finding my clit.

"Oh fuck," I gasp against his mouth. For a second, I can’t move, the shock of his fingers on me is so delicious. But then I begin to grind on him, watching his fingers play with me.

"That's it," he murmurs. “Rub yourself on me.”

It turns me on, watching him play with me. I ride him harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. He starts to pluck my clit with perfect pressure and the sharp pleasure tears a cry from me.

"Adrian," I breathe. I'm close—so fucking close.

"Fuck." His eyes flash at the sound of his first name. His hips thrust up to meet mine, and the angle is perfect. "Say it again as you come for me."

"Yes."

His hand grips my hair. "Look at me when you do, Amanda."

I force my eyes open, force myself to hold his gaze even as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.

"Just like that," he murmurs, and he pinches my clit as he tugs.

“Adrian,” I scream as I come, my eyes locked on his. The orgasm crashes through me, and I can't look away—can't hide from the intensity of it, from the vulnerability of letting him see me like this.

He watches every second of it—he watches me fall apart on top of him.

Then his hand is gripping my shoulder and he's thrusting up into me with brutal precision. "One more."

"I—"

"Yes, Amanda." His voice is commanding, absolute. "Give me one more."

He taps on my clit, and I gasp. Arousal floods my body and somehow—impossibly—the pleasure is building again. Sharper this time. Almost painful in its intensity.

"Adrian, I⁠—"

"Come for me, Amanda." He taps me again.

I break—hard—harder than before. My body clenches around him as I cry out his name.

He follows a second later, his grip bruising as he comes with a guttural groan.

For a while, neither of us moves. I’m sprawled on his chest, listening to his heart hammer beneath my ear while his hand travels slowly up and down my spine.

"You okay?" he murmurs.

"Yeah." My voice comes out muffled against him. "You?"

"Ask me again when I can form a coherent thought."

A laugh slips out before I can stop it. Grinning, I lift my head.

His hair is a disaster, his gray eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them, and he’s looking at me in a way that makes my heart do that stupid flutter.

"What?" I ask.