Page 122 of To Hate Adam Connor

I moved my lips over hers more firmly. I moved my arm from under her and held her beautiful face in my palms. With every moan, with every gasp, I took a little bit more from her. I took everything inside me and told myself that this would be it. That my nights and days and everything in between would be filled with this woman. That I wouldn’t let her go. I’d be her home. I’d give her a family. I’d be her family. Her heart.

In that bed, her lips against mine, her hands holding on to my wrists, I promised her without words that I’d take everything I could take from her and in return give her the world.

I’d be that wind she loved to feel on her skin so much, the wind that put that peaceful smile on her lips.

I’d be her love.

The one who broke the curse she believed in so strongly.

If she had a baby, I’d give it my world. In return, all I’d take from her would be the battered yet still strong heart in her chest.

She let go of my wrist and one of her hands moved on my chest, sliding lower and lower. Her hips were restless, her body constantly moving against mine. I let go of her lips and pulled my shirt off so I could feel her hands on me.

Breathless from my kiss, she didn’t even hesitate before taking off her own.

“Lucy,” I growled softly as I took her in my arms again, her nipples hard against my chest.

“I want you,” she whispered. “I want your cock inside me again. Stretch me wide open, Adam.”

Her dirty, dirty mouth…

“You can have me, anything you want, Lucy.”

“Now,” she whispered, her hand sneaking in between us, her legs tangling with mine as if she wanted to make sure I’d stay.

She quickly worked my pants open and her hand was on my hot flesh, pulling my dick out. Stroking. Moving.

“I’m seriously in love with your cock,” she murmured, her eyes closed, her teeth biting on her own lip. “You’re not even in me and my legs are already shaking.”

“Good,” I managed to say roughly. “Mine is the only one you’ll have for quite some time as far as I’m concerned.”

She laughed, a beautiful sound. “Always so sure of yourself. You’ve barely learned how to kiss. I wouldn’t be so sure of myself if I were you.”

My hips moving on their own, I let her play with me, pet me. She tilted her head down and watched her hand move on me as I closed my eyes. It was dark, but I knew she could see enough. My cock pulsed in her hands, growing and hardening. When she swiped her thumb around the head, I leaked onto her fingers, more than ready to get inside her tight, wet pussy. I roughly pulled her head up and kissed her until she was out of breath again. Her hand tightened around me, her fingers not quite closing around the girth as I growled into her mouth, kissing her harder.

When she was drunk on my lips, I pulled away and bit her chin. “I thought you wanted to take me inside you. Are you done playing with me?”

She let me go and reached down, sliding off her underwear. As soon as she was done, I reached for her leg and pulled it over my thigh.

I palmed the curve of her ass, closing my eyes and memorizing the feel of her under my hands.

“Adam,” she groaned impatiently.

I dropped my head against her chest.

“Lucy. I didn’t plan for this. I don’t have a condom with me.”

Her groan caused my dick to twitch.

“Are you…clean?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Well…I am too. If you want to…that is…because…I want to…”

My forehead resting against her chest, I pulled on her hips and pushed the head of my cock into her.

“Christ,” I groaned, feeling her hot flesh ripple around me without any barriers between us.

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