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“Say it.” I grip her jaw.
“I want more,” she breathes.
Bracing my body on my palms, I shift my hips so that I’m in line with her centre, and I press against it. She groans. “This is going to hurt. It might hurt a lot at first. But it’ll get better, I promise,” I say, easing back and pressing into her again. Biting my lip, I swear as my width struggles against her entrance. “Breathe,” I instruct both her and me. All I want to do is drive through her. Patience isn’t my strong suit. Damn it.
She closes her eyes and presses her lips together. “Olivia,” I say, bringing her attention back to me. “Breathe. Relax,” I say, with sweat gathering on my forehead.
She nods and takes a few deep breaths. But she doesn’t seem to relax. Cocksucker. I groan. This is going to take a while. It’s not like I can walk away now. I want her too much. Lowering my body on top of hers, I brush my knuckles across her face. This is the most tenderness I’ve shown to any woman in ten years. Reaching for her hand, I bring her palm to my lips, kissing it before resting it against my cheek. She strokes me while looking into my eyes, and my chest swells with warmth. This is working to my advantage now, so I’ll not stop to question it.
I lean into her lips, placing soft but firm kisses there. I coax her tongue into my mouth, and I suck on it. She moans, gripping my shoulders, and she stretches against me. I’m encouraged, deepening the kiss. Our breaths synchronize, bouncing off each other. Her soft, wet, hot tongue dances with mine. In one quick push, I get half of me inside her without terrifying her. She pants and wraps her arms and legs around me, groaning as she pulls me the tiniest, half-inch deeper.
Gritting my teeth, I move in and out of her, but control is slowly slipping as I try to work a bit more of myself inside her at a time. Her name is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say it aloud. It stays inside my head.Oh, Olivia. Sweet, Olivia.
“Adam?” she whines.
“Yes,” I gasp, moving my lips and tongue to her neck. Current bolts through my scalp to the soles of my feet at the sound of her saying my name.
“You don’t have to be so gentle anymore,” she moans.
Jerking up, I look into her eyes. Her words rip away my last shred of self-control. I slam the rest of my length inside her. She screams. “More?” I ask, watching her.
Nodding, she licks her lips, and it’s as if she’s gripping my lungs tightly between her fingers. I groan in agony, slamming into her again. Pressing my hand against her throat, a surge of power rushes into me like a drug. I tighten my grip, holding her life in my hands. Her mouth falls open, and she clutches the bedsheet as I fuck the hell out of her perfect body. A tad too hard, a little too heavy, and her neck could crack beneath my weight. Yet, as she entrusts me with her surrender, she sets me on fire.
Her wet, swollen folds slap loudly against my pounding. Warmth rushes up my spine and sets into my belly. I don’t release her neck until she turns the slightest shade of blue. She wheezes as air rushes back into her lungs before swallowing hard and wetting her lips. “Did you like that?” I grunt as her body jerks up toward the head of the bed with each plow of my hips.
“Yes,” she rasps.
“You dirty little whore.” I grin, reaching behind her head and pulling on her hair and scalp again as I ease her into my lap. “You like it when I fuck you like this,” I say, tugging her head back to reveal her neck to me. Her breasts jiggle as I bring her down, flush against my entire length. “You like being fucked, don’t you?” I say, licking her larynx.
She shakes and grips my shoulders. “Yes,” she wheezes.
“You’ll never resist me again, will you?” I ask, biting down on her neck and sucking until the area is raised with blood.
“No,” she whispers.
I release her hair and bring her face toward me, kissing her. “I can make you feel like this all the time, whenever I want?” I pant.
“Please.” She nods, whimpering.
“Oh!” I shout as my body shakes violently. I shake so hard, I freak out. The room spins. She blurs before me as I tug myself out of her, spilling my seed onto the bed. Her hips writhe, humping the air, and I thrust my fingers into her hole, now perfectly sized for me. I pump her as I shudder. I might be dizzy, but she’s too sweet to resist. She tightens around my fingers before dropping her forehead against mine and vibrating against me.
We’re both spent and as I toss her backward in the bed, she watches me with dark, glossy eyes as I lick her from my fingers.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Olivia
Thechillofthemorning has me reaching for the covers and throwing them over my head. Only then do I remember that I’m naked. I hoped that last night had been a dream, but the sheets smell of him and our sex. A knock on the door startles me, and I pop my head out from beneath the covers. Where’s the beast?
“Olivia?” Gloria calls from outside the door. “I’m coming in,” she says.
I groan, hiding myself beneath the covers once more. I’m flushed with the memory of last night’s events. The door opens, and I take a deep breath.
“Mr. Molotov asked me to come in and get you cleaned up.” She sits on the bed and rests her hand on my head beneath the sheet.
“It’s far too early,” I mutter.
“You know Mr. Molotov doesn’t like to be disobeyed, Olivia,” she says. “Please, come out from beneath the sheets and make this easier on both of us,” she groans.
