Page 61 of His Dark Desires

I don't answer. Instead, I suck him harder, faster, wanting to show him how much I understand, how far I'm willing to go for him. My mouth works him passionately, desperately, as if I can't get enough.

I can hear the shuddering breaths he takes, feel his fingers tightening in my hair. "God, Sophia," he groans, his hips thrusting now, matching my rhythm. "That mouth..."

His words spur me on, and I suck him eagerly, wanting to give him more, to erase the pain from his eyes, to replace it with all-consuming desire.

Desire for me.

I feel Adrian's length twitch in my mouth as I work him with my hands and tongue. I know he's close, so I tease him, drawing it out, wanting to give to him as much as he's given me.

But just as I sense he's about to bust, he pulls out of my mouth, leaving me wanting more. He pushes me down onto the soft rug, positioning me on all fours. My heart pounds as he stands behind me.

I feel his hands on my hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings. With a swift motion, he pulls them down. I can feel his eyes on me, taking in the sight of my exposed body.

His fingers trace the curve of my waist, sending shivers down my spine. Then, he inhales deeply, his breath warm against my skin.

"Your scent is intoxicating," he murmurs.

I bite my lip as he places soft kisses along my spine. His hands roam freely now, exploring, possessing.

Then, he shifts lower, and I feel his tongue trace a path upward from my ankles, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My breath catches as he reaches the back of my thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin there. His tongue continues its journey, higher and higher, until—

Oh God.

His mouth finds my wetness, and he laps at me eagerly, as if he's been starving. His tongue teases my clit, circles it, sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I moan, the sound filling the room. My hips buck against his face, seeking more pressure, more of that delicious friction.

Adrian's tongue dances over my hot spots, knowing exactly what I need. He teases and tastes, his groans of pleasure vibrating against me.

"You like that, baby?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my swollen flesh. "Let me hear you."

I can't hold back. My moans ring out, mixing with his grunts of approval. My hips move in rhythm with his tongue, our bodies speaking a language of their own.

His fingers join in, probing, entering me, driving me wild. I'm lost in a haze of sensation, my skin on fire, my body alive with need. Adrian's tongue and fingers work in tandem, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I'm so close, teetering on the brink, my entire body trembling.

Suddenly, Adrian pulls away. I whimper at the loss, my body craving more. But then I feel him position himself at my entrance, and I know he's about to give it all back to me.

"I forgive you, too," he whispers.

In one quick thrust, he fills me, his length driving into me from behind. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming. Our bodies move with a frenzied rhythm that matches the beat of our hearts.

Adrian's hands grip my hips, guiding me, moving me exactly how he wants. I surrender to him, my body his to command. Each stroke sends sparks of pleasure through me, igniting every nerve ending.

"You feel so good," he grunts. "So fucking tight around me."

His words spur me on, and I push back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. Our bodies create a symphony of flesh, a dance of passion and forgiveness.

The tension builds, coiling within me like a spring ready to snap. I'm so close, hovering on the edge of release, when Adrian's thrusts become more frantic.

"I can't hold back," he grunts, his body tensing. "I need to feel you come around me."

His words send me over the edge. My body jerks, my pussy squeezing as I come. Adrian follows, his release exploding within me. We cry out in unison, our voices mingling in a symphony of ecstasy.

For a moment, we stay connected, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding hard. I feel his breath on my neck as he drops down to press his chest to my back, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

Again, I'm left with the feeling that something has changed between us. He presses little kisses to my back, his arms only circling tighter, and as I catch my breath, I feel it deep inside me, a hard little nub of resolve crystallizing. The truth that I won't dare speak is the only thing spoiling this moment.

He might forgive me, but I don't forgive him.

Chapter 20

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