Page 80 of Torn By Fate

“Wait—” The word barely left my mouth before his lips crashed against mine.

Not gentle. Not careful. Nothing about it was tender.

His kiss swallowed the word whole, his tongue sliding past my lips with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs. I tried to turn my head, tried to form a syllable again, but his mouth followed mine, relentlessly, and the sound that came out of me was nothing but a muffled, desperate moan.

God, I could taste myself on his tongue.

His hips moved. One deep, grinding thrust that buried him to the hilt, and my legs tried to close, tried to push him away, but he was already there, his knees pressing mine apart, trapping my thighs against the mattress with the full weight of his body.

“Adrian—” I managed against his mouth, but his name dissolved into a broken cry as he thrust again, harder, deeper, the angle shifting so that every stroke dragged against that swollen, aching place inside me. Holy shit!

He spread my legs wider as he drove deeper. My head fell back against the pillow, a strangled moan escaping my throat.

I think… oh my God…

I was going to come again.

His forehead pressed against mine, his breath ragged and hot, and his eyes were open, staring into mine with an unbearable intensity.

He was close. I could feel it, the way his rhythm fractured, the way his muscles locked beneath his skin, the way his cock pulsed inside me with each thrust.

I pressed my palms against his chest. Fuuuck…

The wave of my pleasure crashed through me so wildly, so roughly, I thought I screamed. Maybe I did, I wasn’t sure… It was all too much.

His hips pressed flush against mine and held there, and then, I felt it—the hot, liquid pulse of him releasing inside me, filling me in waves that seemed to go on forever.

His whole body shuddered above me, every muscle trembling. A sound tore from his throat, guttural and wrecked; my name wrapped around it like a confession. It was primal and unrestrained as he spilled inside me.

He didn’t pull out.

He hadn’t pulled out.

For several heartbeats, neither of us moved.

His weight pressed me into the mattress, his heart hammering against my chest. I could feel him still pulsing inside me, still stretching me in a way that ached so good.

When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were dark, almost black with satisfaction. A strand of dark hair fell across his forehead, damp with sweat.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Adrian’s gaze held mine, unapologetic. “I know.”

He rolled to the side, taking me with him and keeping me pressed against his body.

“You broke your promise,” I said, though the words lacked conviction. My body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure, making it difficult to summon genuine anger.

“I broke a lot of things tonight.” His voice was rough, exhausted. “Including, apparently, my own self-control.”

Warmth seeped through me, leaving my body loose and pleasantly weightless. I felt as though I was floating somewhere far above the ground, suspended in a haze I didn’t want to escape.

For once, my mind was quiet.

I should have been furious. I should have pushed him away, demanded an explanation, and reminded him of the rules we’d established.

But I… couldn’t.

The lingering pleasure from the aftermath made it impossible to summon my temper. I simply couldn’t bring myself to be mad—not at him, not at myself, not at anything.