Page 130 of Only Fate

I dig my nails into his wrist as pleasure shoots through me.

My body shakes.

He groans, his teeth grazing my ear.

I wish I could see the expression on his face.

Wish I could see how turned on he looks when touching me.

All my nerve endings come alive, and I moan his name as I come undone.

His hand leaves my shirt, and he grabs my tangled hair in his hand, pulling my head back to devour my mouth.

“Let me move us, baby,” he says, sucking on my neck. “I promise, in a different position, I’ll make you feel even better.”

“Yes,” I gasp, still coming down from my high but wanting more. “But only if you’re inside me in the next three seconds.”

“I can do that.” He chuckles, rolling us over.

Suddenly having no patience, I push his briefs down in the process.

But then I press a hand to his chest, stopping him.

He raises a brow, his briefs caught at the knees.

“I want to do it this way.” I flip onto my stomach.

Adrian, getting the hint, helps pull me to my knees.

We’ve done it missionary.

In the shower.

But we’ve never done it like this.

I want all my firsts with him since I’m unsure if we’ll have any more seconds or thirds. This might be the last time we touch each other.

“Jesus,” he hisses. On his knees behind me, he runs his hand along my spine, tracing it down my back. “God, you’re beautiful from every single angle. I wish I could worship your body every second of every day.”

I stick my ass up farther in the air. “Then, worship me, Adrian.”

He grips my hips, holding me in place with one hand, and holds his cock with the other. I wiggle in anticipation, waiting, and my hands go to the headboard when he thrusts inside me.

My entire body inches up the bed.

I move against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, coming more alive with each one.

He fills me up perfectly.

Fucks me perfectly.

We find our rhythm.

My face hits the pillow and headboard, but I don’t give a shit.

He suddenly stops.

I peer back at him over my shoulder.

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