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I hiss. “Oh, Adrian. Fuck, that feels amazing.”
He moves to the other nipple and does the same. “You taste like butter.”
I whimper. “I want you, Adrian. Please.”
Without responding, he sinks his teeth into my neck. Dual waves of pain and pleasure ricochet through me. I squeeze my eyes shut as I hurtle closer and closer to the edge.
His fingers are moving quickly and deftly now, and my breath quickens. Rivulets of sweat are sliding down my back and the sides of my face. I lift my hips up off the mattress and cry out.
My entire body is shaking and writhing as I ride out my orgasm.
The spots are still dancing in my field of vision when Adrian removes his fingers and thrusts into me. I suck in my breath hard, and my eyes fly open.
He is looking at me. A look of pure hunger etched onto his face. A strange glint in his eyes. I still my body and adjust to having him inside me.
Then he eases out and slams back into me with smooth, practiced strokes. I sink my fingers into his waist and exhale.
He continues to ease in and out of me, his eyes never once leaving my face.
Then we begin to move together with wild abandon, like two frenzied animals.
Like we are trying to outrun something.
I twist my head to the side and squeeze my eyes shut. He laces his fingers through mine. My heart is pounding so loudly that I’m sure he can hear it.
The couch dips and creaks underneath us as we move together, taking and giving in equal measures. Eventually, I sit up. Our bodies, sleek with sweat, press together.
He stretches out his legs on either side of me, and I link my feet behind his back. To my surprise, Adrian draws back to look at me and holds my gaze.
Neither of us look away.
I begin to shake, and another orgasm rips through me. Adrian holds me to him. His own release follows quickly after and he thrusts and shudders inside me.
I wrap my arms around him, close my eyes, and blow out a breath. I’m still unsteady when Adrian eases out of me and lets me fall backward onto the couch.
Completely naked, he wanders into my kitchen and bends down to rummage through the fridge. I prop myself up on the pillows to watch him, a smile hovering on the edge of my lips.
“What are you doing?”
Adrian takes his phone out. “I’m going to get you some breakfast. I'm messaging room service.”
My smile grows bigger. “You don’t have to do that.”
Adrian smiles that irresistible smile. “I want to. What kind of eggs do you like?”
“Scrambled.” I sit up and pull Adrian’s shirt on. It falls just above my knees. “I’ve got therapy in an hour.”
“Don’t worry. That’s plenty of time.” He moves toward me. “Why don’t you relax while I take care of this?”
I pad over to him and pull out one of the high chairs. “Don’t you have work or something?”
“I have nowhere else to be right now.”
After he finishes texting the order, I watch him set the table. He moves with his usual strength and grace. I can’t help but wonder how long he will be mine.
Adrian is joking and telling me stories, but I spend the whole time terrified that he’s going to slip away from me.
“So, you’re worried that your boyfriend—”
