Page 80 of Only Fate

He’d have been just as accepting as he is now.

My cheeks are wet with tears, the salty taste on my lips. I take a step back when he stands. He peers down at me, cradling my cheek in his large hand, and brushes away my tears.

Adrian has finally seen the true me.

I feel so free.

“Thank you,” he mutters.

“For what?” I whisper.

“For finally trusting me.”

I rise on my toes and kiss him.

He hesitates for a moment, like he didn’t expect it. His gaze drops, colliding with mine, and I nod. He circles his arm around my waist, pulling me close, and kisses me.

It takes only seconds for our kiss to deepen.

He slips his tongue into my mouth, dancing it with mine.

He tastes like cinnamon.

His breathing is ragged when I break away from him, grab his hand, and lead him to my bedroom. I flick on the light and toy with my skirt zipper while walking backward. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as I wriggle out of my skirt and kick it aside.

As if he can’t hold himself back any longer, he takes two long strides to me. He slips his hand into my panties and cups my pussy. Gripping his shoulders, I moan as he caresses my clit with his palm.

“Adrian,” I whimper, craving more.

I shimmy out of my panties, and he licks his lips.

“Let me see all of you, Essie,” he says in a hushed tone.

I choke back a breath before unhooking my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples pucker when his tongue smooths along his bottom lip in approval.

“Get on the bed,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt. It falls to the floor.

I do as he said, watching as he unbuckles and unzips his pants. But he doesn’t pull them down. They hang loose around his waist as he comes closer and kneels between my legs.

Goose bumps spread over my skin as he kisses my thigh, trails his tongue along my slit, and plants a kiss on the other thigh. I lean back and rest my hands on the bed to steady myself.

I haven’t been with anyone since high school.

And that was only a few times with a high school boyfriend who had no idea what he was doing.

But no one’s face has ever been this close to my pussy.

Adrian grips my thighs, lifting me off the bed, and settles my legs on his shoulders.

“I told you, every inch of you is beautiful,” he states, staring between my legs like it holds the key to all his desires.

I tremble when he spreads my folds with his fingers and leans down to suck on my clit. But unfortunately, it’s only brief.

“Crawl up the bed,” he instructs. “I want to worship your body better.”

He follows me, and for the next I don’t know how long, he does just that.

He places gentle kisses on each of my stomach scars before working his way up my body. He cups my breast with his hand while sucking on the other nipple. Every nerve ending in my body buzzes.

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