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“It’s a library and a garden. I thought you would enjoy it since—“ I don’t let him finish as I leap into his arms, grabbing his face as he wraps his arms around my waist to hold me up. My lips embrace his as we fall into one another, and then he’s carrying me somewhere I can’t see because I’m caught up in him.
My back hits something soft as he kisses down my neck, and then I see I’m laying on a hanging bed. Ropes hold it in place just under the upper-level loft, and we’re tucked in a corner, surrounded by books and candles and a fireplace on the back wall.
“This is so gorgeous.” I breathe as he kisses back up my neck, softly caressing his lips over mine.
“I’m so glad you think so.”
“This was what they were working on for a month?”
“Yeah.” He nods with a sweet grin. “We had to take out the roof to get this high vaulted one and include the upper level. The bookshelves were built into the walls, and I think you’ll love every book in here. Except for maybe the small history section I dedicated to myself. You probably won't have any use for that section.”
“Oh, I think we can find use for every area of this library.” I smirk and his eyes go wide.
“Esperanza Mikhailova, are you insinuating we have sex all over this room?”
“You said it, not me.” I grin and we laugh into a kiss and his sweet soft lips tell me everything will always be this perfect. My hands caress his back as he unbuttons my pajama top, eyes asking if this is okay.
I pull him close and kiss him softly before nodding, and he obliges, continuing to unbutton as he kisses down my chest in a way that brews such anticipation within me that I’m already wet with desire. I tug off his shirt as he reaches the hem of my silk pajama bottoms, and he grabs my hand after I toss them to the floor. Slowly, he pulls the bottoms off, including my thong, and tosses it to the floor.
I love the way he does this, love the chills that it induces and the swell of desire that I feel for him when I look in his adamant eyes. We’re always like this, always intertwined and looking deeply into one another, like our souls have a secret language. I would say how dangerously and desperately I love him forever, and he would tell me the same.
His warm, soft lips kiss my hips with gentle fervor as he interlocks his fingers with mine. He rises to me when I let out a soft breath of pleasure, and we’re on our side’s just gazing at one another. His sharp, defined features look inviting and alluring, his smile turning up at the edges when he sees how in love I am.
“I love you too.” He whispers like he can hear my thoughts, and occasionally, I think he can. He’s truly my prince. I wrap my legs around him as he pulls me close, kissing me again with more intent than before. Passion floods through my veins, taking over my body as we pull his boxers off together, revealing his long hard length, ready for me to embrace his with my entire being.
I hold tightly to him, unwavering from his longing glances, as I roll onto my back. He watches me, eyes glowing in the candlelight like he’s never known someone to be so alluring. The look he gives me is one that will not change. It’s a soft yet fervent passion that won’t be shaken or moved.
I trail a hand down his tattooed chest then the hills of his abs, and his hands gently caress down my body in response.
“You’re everything.” He whispers and I roll over onto his chest, hips hovering above his hard length, eager for me to make a move.
“You’re everything.” I whisper back with a grin, crashing my lips into his in the most ardent impulse of adoration I can possibly muster. Our lips connect over and over with a perfect pleasure inducing passion that makes me lose my breath.
We’re tethered to one another in a way that no mystery existing could explain. As he rolls me on my back, he kisses down my chin and the center of my neck. When he’s at my collar bone, fervently tracing his perfectly lips over my skin, hard length pressed to my inner thigh, I moan his name and he looks up with a grin.
“I love it when you say my name.” I breathe a laugh as he continues down my chest, sucking on my nipples exposed to his indefectible touch. His warm skin, against mine, makes my toes curl into the cool sheets below me just as he reaches my heat. His lips are on my mound, and he sucks, just before caressing my entire opening with his tongue.
“Adrik.” I moan again as the rush of satisfaction arises with ripples of chills that always take over the surface of my skin when he touches me. Except now, they’re much deeper. The depths of me rise like high tide at the bliss of his unrestrained touch. He swishes his tongue over me with a speed that's both excellent and inhuman, and I breathe out a sharp whimper of pleasure as my body tightens with the surge of gratification as only he can bring me.
I heave heavy breaths as he inserts his fingers inside my wet heat. I’m eager for him to enter me, nearly begging him just to do it, but his fingers find the spots he knows I can’t resist. And I’m so wet with expectancy that my heart is pounding in my chest and my entire body is a drum pounding to the beat of Adrik’s heart.
He’s fully to the back of me, rubbing my deepest desires into an arousal so strong I press myself head back into the pillow. He rises to me, keeping his hand inside as he whispers, “Look at me.”
I take steady breaths, forcing my eyes to his and ignoring the thrill of desire telling me to tense, everything that feels good. He presses his forehead to mine and I reach down, grabbing his hard length, slightly wet with his intentions, and I stroke. He curves his fingers inside me, sending my body into a natural reaction to throw my head back as the intensity waves through me. But he shakes his head, kissing my lips and murmuring into them, “look at me”, again and again. Every time I stray from his impossible blue eyes, he reminds me.
Until we’re both winded, sticky skin hot with one another’s breath, pressed to each other like we’re stuck this way. My pleasure builds so intensely that my vision begins to shake, but I do not take my eyes off him, nor does he. I feel the swell of our bodies more intently than I ever have. As if his pleasure is my own, thus doubling mine.
We cling to one another until he grabs my hand and presses it to the pillow beside me, pulling out just as I reach this new pique of elation and pressing his tip to my opening.
“You okay?” He breathily asks when I wrap my free arm around his torso and spread my legs to prepare for his massive yet wondrously satisfying length to enter me.
“Yes.” I nod, and he presses into me a bit more, knowing what I can take, but being cautious anyway. “Give me everything you have.” I whisper and he cocks a grin.
“Always.” His lips are on mine again as he plunges to the back of me, sending a ricochet of pleasure splintering through my body and shaking me to the core.
“Oh my God.” I whisper into his lips as his eyes set on mine as sure as the stars in the sky, set in place by some invisible force we try to comprehend but never really will. We’re definite and infinite, and all-consuming.
Everything he is to me— pleasure and perfection, love and heated passion— is written in a book called fate, and we’re staining the pages with a love that’s too powerful to ever wrap up in just one string of words.
