Page 79 of Missing Piece
Adam’s breath hitched, his skin already flushing under Vincent’s touch.Thiswas what he wanted—not gentle reverence, but Vincent’s controlled possession. “I can handle whatever you give me. I want you to stop holding back.”
Vincent’s eyes flashed that familiar darkness, pupils dilating until only thin rings of blue remained. “Careful what you ask for.” He released Adam’s wrists to pull away the towel completely, the cool air hitting Adam’s heated skin.
Even as the towel fell away, Adam found himself pulled into Vincent’s orbit, desperate for him. Vincent’s breath ghosted across his overheated skin, raising goosebumps along his arms and chest. His worries, the self-consciousness, melted away under Vincent’s hungry stare.
Vincent’s fingers traced deliberate patterns across Adam’s thighs, his touch leaving trails of fire on his skin. He leaned down to claim Adam’s mouth again, his kiss deep and possessive, all tongue and teeth and barely restrained hunger.
Adam tried to surge up against him, desperate for more contact, but Vincent’s hand pressed firmly against his chest, fingers splayed wide over his racing heartbeat.
“Stay still,” Vincent commanded against his lips. “I want to taste every inch of you first. Map out every sound you make.”
Adam’s hands fisted in the sheets, the cotton damp with sweat as Vincent’s mouth moved down his throat. The vampire’s fangs scraped against his skin, a clear reminder of what those teeth could do.
“Vincent,” Adam gasped, arching despite the hand holding him down.
“That’s it. Let me hear how much you need this,” Vincent murmured. “I love the way you say my name when you’redesperate.”
Vincent’s mouth continued its path down Adam’s chest, his tongue circling each nipple until Adam was writhing beneath him, soft whimpers escaping his throat. When Adam tried to reach for him, Vincent caught his wrists again.
“I said stay still.” Vincent’s grip tightened, fingers digging into the delicate bones of Adam’s wrists. “You want this, don’t you? Want me to take control?”
“Yes,” Adam breathed, surrendering completely to Vincent’s dominance.Thiswas what he craved—being held down, being commanded, being Vincent’s to do with as he pleased.
“Good boy,” Vincent praised. “You learn so fast.”
Without warning, Vincent’s mouth wrapped around Adam’s cock, taking him deep in one smooth motion. The contrast of cool lips and wet heat made Adam cry out, his back bowing off the bed despite Vincent’s restraining hand.
“Fuck, Vincent, don’t stop,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. The wet sounds of Vincent’s mouth working him filled the small room, obscene and perfect.
Vincent pulled off with a slick pop, his lips shiny and swollen. “Oh, I’m nowhere near done with you.” He reached for the lube on the nightstand, movements precise and controlled. “Turn over. I want you on your stomach where I can see all of you.”
Adam complied immediately, rolling over and positioning himself exactly as Vincent wanted. The cool air hit his back, making him shiver as he buried his face in the pillow. His cock pressed against the sheets, already leaking.
“Perfect,” Vincent murmured, his hands smoothing over Adam’s shoulders and down his back, careful around hishealing wounds. The touch was reverent but possessive. “You’re so beautiful like this. Spread out for me.”
The first finger slipped inside him, slick and cool against his heated flesh. Adam groaned into the pillow, his hands clutching at the sheets as Vincent worked him open with maddening patience.
“More,” Adam gasped, pushing back against Vincent’s hand. “Please, I can take it.”
“I know you can,” Vincent said with satisfaction as he added a second finger. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Every inch.” His fingers curved, finding that spot inside Adam that made him see stars. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Good,” Adam choked out. “So good, but I need more. I need you to—”
“To what?” Vincent’s fingers stilled, and Adam nearly sobbed at the loss of friction. “Use your words.”
“I need you to fuck me,” Adam said, his face burning with embarrassment and arousal. “Please, Vincent, I need you inside me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Vincent murmured, withdrawing his fingers. Adam heard the sound of fabric rustling, then felt the blunt head of Vincent’s cock pressing against him.
Vincent pushed in slowly, relentlessly, stretching Adam open inch by inch until he was fully seated. The burn was exquisite, exactly what Adam had been craving. He felt split open, claimed, precisely where he belonged.
“Tell me you want this,” Vincent demanded, his hands gripping Adam’s hips hard enough to leave marks. “Tell me you want me to take you apart.”
“I want it,” Adam gasped, pushing back desperately. “I want you to use me however you want.”
“That’s right.” Vincent began to move, his thrusts deep and controlled but with an edge of roughness that made Adam’s toes curl. “Made for this. Made for me to fill you up and make you scream.”
Each thrust sent sparks through Adam’s body, Vincent hitting that spot inside him that made stars explode behind his eyelids. Vincent’s pace was merciless but measured, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room.
