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ChapterTwenty-Two
Amadeus
Idropped Lillian’s duffel bags on the floor of our apartment with a grunt. She looked up from the book she was reading, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her duffel bags. “Is that my stuff?” she asked like she couldn’t believe I’d managed to get her things for her.
I nodded. “Everything I thought was important enough to grab,” I told her. Ezra walked in behind me and shut the apartment door, flipping the lock. That was one of the things we’d agreed on. Whether we were home or not, all doors and windows were to always be locked.
She launched herself off the couch and into my arms. I lurched forward and quickly caught her, my heart racing in my chest at the thought of her hurting herself. Because if I hadn’t been expecting it, she would have fallen flat on her face.
My arms quickly wrapped around her, and I groaned when her lips slanted across mine. Fucking needy girl. And I loved it. Couldn’t fucking get enough of it.
Her hand slid along my chest, and then her other hand palmed my cock through my jeans. Fuck, she was playing a dangerous game.
With a snarl, I gripped her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her lips from mine. Her blue eyes were wide, her pupils just about taking over her irises.
So turned on. Goddamn.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, little blondie,” I growled in a warning.
She just flipped open the button on my jeans, a coy little smile playing at her kiss-swollen lips. I yanked her lips back to mine and backed her up to the bedroom as she pulled down my zipper, her hand slipping into my jeans to palm me again, this time through my boxers. Ezra groaned and disappeared into his room, and I chuckled darkly, kicking our bedroom door shut behind us.
“I’m not in the mood to be gentle,” I warned her when the back of her legs hit the mattress.
She licked her lips. “The day you’re gentle with me, Amadeus, is the day I need to be worried you’re about to file for a divorce.”
Christ, she knew me so fucking well.
Gripping her hips, I easily lifted her and settled her on the bed. Her hands ran under my shirt, tracing my muscles, her fingertips fluttering over my abs. A breathy sigh left her lips, and that innocent little sound, so fucking needy, sent blood rushing straight to my cock so fast, it made me dizzy for a moment.
I slid my hand along the side of her neck before gripping it and pulling her lips up to mine for a hot, bruising kiss that left her whimpering into my mouth. I licked into her mouth, desperate to taste every inch of her that I could. I wanted to consume her. Burn her alive. Turn her inside out.
I was addicted—had been since the moment my eyes met hers in that church. I just hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself back then.
But there was no escaping it. No escaping this. She and I—we were inevitable. No one could have stopped it, even if they wanted to.
I grasped the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head, tossing it to the floor after. Then, I unsnapped her bra, her breasts falling free. She winced slightly, and my eyes narrowed on hers. I tightened my hold on her neck, not liking her hiding her pain from me.
“What is it?” I asked her.
She blushed scarlet, and I swallowed a groan when my dick pulsed in my jeans at the sight. Fuck, seeing her pale skin turn red would forever undo me.
“They’re tender,” she said softly, like she was embarrassed.
I nipped at her bottom lip, and she softly moaned, arching into me, her nipples brushing over my chest, my shirt still a fucking unwanted barrier between us. “I’ll be gentle.” I liked causing her pain, but her body was changing to accommodate a baby I’d put in her. The least I could do was keep in mind that some parts of her body would be tender.
Making a mental note to do some research on her pregnancy and what to expect, I pressed my palm to the center of her chest and pushed her to lay back on the bed. She swallowed thickly as I ran my eyes over her, my fingers following the path my eyes made. She was so fucking soft and perfect with curves that I couldn’t get enough of.
She lifted her hips for me when I gripped the hem of her shorts to tug them down her legs. Finally—fucking finally—she was naked for me, her skin flushed a light shade of red. I couldn’t get enough of her body’s responses to me and everything I did to her.
I’d turned my innocent, little, church-going, goody-two-shoes into a sex-crazed vixen. I’d told her I’d break her, and I fucking had.
Leaning over her, I molded our lips together again, sliding my fingers along her slick core. She was already soaked, making the glide of my fingers inside of her easy. She whimpered, bucking her hips up to meet the thrust of my fingers.
“So fucking greedy,” I hummed, running the tip of my nose along the column of her throat. “Spread your thighs further apart, little blondie,” I ordered.
She immediately obeyed my order, her thighs falling open. Kneeling on the floor, I licked a path along her cunt before spearing my tongue inside of her. She cried out, her back arching. Her fingers slid into my hair, and she grasped onto me like I was the only thing tethering her to this earth.
“Amadeus,” she whimpered, her thighs clamping around my head like she might be able to hold me in place. Like I’d fucking want to go anywhere else. She tasted fucking divine. Goddamn addicting. If I could live off the taste of her, I would.
