Page 105 of Undisputed Chaos
We stayed like that for several moments, both breathing hard, the fire still crackling behind us as the stars began to appear overhead.
My arm remained tight around her belly, possessive and claiming, while my other hand gentled on her breast.
"Mine," I whispered against her neck, pressing a soft kiss to the spot where my ribbon lay. "Forever, angel. No one else ever gets to have you."
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Isla
The flames were dying down, reducing the pile of memories to nothing but ash and twisted metal.
I could feel the heat radiating from Adrian’s body behind me, could hear the way his breathing had become deeper and more ragged, like the fire had awakened something in him.
"Not done yet," he rasped against my neck, his voice rough with an edge that made my heart skip. "Need more."
Before I could ask what he meant, he was pulling away from me, striding toward a storage shed at the edge of his huge yard.
He returned with a large container of what looked like even more accelerant, his green eyes wild with an intensity that should have scared me.
I swallowed. “What are you…”
He poured the entire container onto the dying flames, and they erupted with a roar that made me stumble backward.
The fire blazed higher than before, a wall of orange and gold that painted everything in flickering shadows.
The heat hit my face like a physical force, making sweat form on my skin almost instantly.
"There," he breathed, his pupils blown wide as he stared into the inferno. "That'sperfect.”
The fire cast dancing shadows across his tattooed skin, making the ink seem to writhe and move with each flicker of flame.
Sweat was already glistening on his chest, trickling down the defined ridges of his chest.
He looked feral, dangerous, like some ancient god of destruction come to life.
When he turned to me, the look in his eyes told me I was doomed.
Gone was any pretense of gentleness or restraint. This was Adrian unleashed, the monster he kept carefully leashed, free to hunt.
And God, I wanted him.
"Come here, angel," he commanded, his voice barely audible over the roar of the flames.
My legs felt unsteady as I approached him, the heat from the fire making my dress cling to my already damp skin.
He'd positioned himself near the outdoor couch by the fire, expensive brown leather close enough to the flames that the material was already warming.
The second I was within reach, his hands were on me. Not gentle, not asking—taking.
His fingers found the neckline of my dress and tore, the fabric giving way with a sharp ripping sound that made me gasp. The cotton split down the front, exposing my bra to the scorching air.
He silenced any complaint with his mouth, brutal and demanding as his tongue invaded past my lips.
His hands continued their destruction, shredding what remained of my dress until it fell in tatters around my feet.
The afternoon sun beat down on my exposed skin, mixing with the heat from the flames until sweat dripped between my breasts and down my spine.
When he broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard.
