Page 85 of My Bloody Valentine

I nod, breathless, already aching for more. “Yes. I... I feel exposed, on display.”

A low chuckle vibrates against my skin. “But do you feel fear?”

“Not of you.” My answer is immediate. “Never of you.”

“Of what, then?” His mouth continues its assault, his tongue flicking over a particularly sensitive spot that makes my whole body spasm.

“Of myself.” The words spill out, raw and honest. “I fear how much I crave this and need it.”

His mouth pauses in its work, and he looks up at me through the eye sockets of the mask. “You don’t have to be afraid, Maya. Not with me.”

I tremble as his lips close over my clit, his tongue swirling, teasing. “But you bring out this side of me—a side I don’t fully recognize.”

He releases the bud with a soft pop, trailing kisses up my torso. “It’s a part of you that’s always been there. I’m just helping you embrace it.”

His fingers join his mouth, slipping inside me, stroking, circling. My hips jerk against the restraints. His thumb finds that spot again, massaging, sending tendrils of pleasure throughout my body.

“Adrian, please.” The words are ripped from me as he continues his assault. “I need more. Please...”

A soft, knowing sound escapes him. “More, she says. As if I haven’t given you enough already.”

Then his mouth is on me, his tongue replacing his fingers, and I can’t form words anymore. I’m lost in the sensation, in the sharpness of pleasure that borders on pain. I writhe against the bindings, desperate for release, and he gives it to me with his lips and his tongue, driving me higher and higher until I shatter with a cry.

He undresses slowly, shedding his elegance with each article of clothing—the woolen vest, the crisp, white shirt, his shoes—polished to perfection—followed by socks that reveal tan, muscular legs. His movements are deliberate, making me wait for each new revelation.Revealing beautiful skin covered in dark ink that I love to trace with my tongue.

The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows across his body as he moves closer. The mask’s empty eye sockets stare back at me, daring me to look away. Anticipation thrums through me as his hands close around the waistband of his trousers.

Finally, his length springs free. It bobs with anticipation, a flesh-toned statue, veined and beautiful. My mouth waters at the sight, and my core clenches with longing.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he brings his hand to his shaft, stroking. Teasing. His gaze holds mine, daring me to look away, but I’m powerless. Each stroke makes me crave him more.

“Do you want this?” His voice is rough as he teases himself. “Do you want me to fill you?”

I whimper, the restraints biting into my skin as I strain against them, desperate to touch him, to feel him inside me. “Please. Adrian, please...”

He leans forward, his lips brushing my ear. “Say it. Beg for it.”

“I need you inside me.” My voice is a husky plea. “Please, fuck me. Claim me.”

A low growl rumbles in his throat as he positions himself at my entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sinks into me, inch by exquisite inch. I moan at the fullness, at the stretch.

He stills, buried deep within me, and his hands tighten on my hips. “You feel so damn tight around me, baby. Like a glove, custom-made just for my cock.”

His words thrill me, and I revel in the sensation of being completely filled by him. My head falls back, exposing the line of my throat. “Move,” I whisper. “Please, Adrian...”

His hands slide up my body, cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples. “How could I deny such a sweet plea?”

He withdraws, then thrusts again, deeper this time, finding a new angle that has me crying out. He repeats the motion, each thrust harder than the last, sending shocks of pleasure through me. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, mingling with my cries.

I’m lost in the pleasure, in the way he commands my body. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge. I strain against the restraints, desperate for more.

“Tell me, Maya.” His voice is a husky demand. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You, Adrian. It’s yours.” My words are breathless, surrendered.

He growls, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The room fills with the scent of sex, sweat, and the musky fragrance of our passion. I’m dimly aware of the fire crackling of the snow falling outside, but all I truly know is him.

“You’re going to come so hard on my cock, baby.” There’s a challenge in his tone. “I want to feel every muscle clench.”

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