Page 106 of Undisputed Chaos
His eyes raked over my body with undisguised hunger, taking in the way my white lace bra had already begun to turn transparent from the moisture clinging to my skin.
"Fucking perfect," he growled, his hands spanning my ribcage possessively. "Look how you glisten for me, angel. Like you're made of gold and fire."
His mouth descended on my throat, teeth scraping against the ribbon that marked me as his.
I cried out as he bit down, not hard enough to truly hurt but enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through my nervous system.
My hands fisted in his hair, the dark strands damp with sweat.
The heat was becoming overwhelming, making every breath feel thick and heavy. Adrian seemed to feed off it, his movements becoming more feral.
His shirt was already soaked through, clinging to every muscle and ridge of his torso.
Without breaking away from my throat, he reached back and tore the fabric over his head, throwing it aside carelessly.
Now we were both half-naked in his backyard, the fire blazing behind us like our own personal hell, the sun beating down from above.
Anyone with a helicopter, a drone, or a tall building could see us. The thought made me sinfully wetter.
"Turn around," Adrian commanded, his hands already spinning me before I could fully process the order. "Hands on the couch. Arch that pretty back for me."
I braced my palms against the heated leather, the material almost too hot to touch. The position left me vulnerable, exposed, my ass presented to him while the fire raged mere feet away.
I could feel Adrian behind me, the heat of his body mixing with the inferno until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
His hands hooked in my bra, and he tore it away with the sameruthless efficiency he'd shown my dress. I gasped in surprise, but the sound dissolved into a moan as the heated air hit my bare breasts.
"Look at you," he panted, his palms skimming down my sweat-slick back. "Bent over for me like a good girl, dripping wet and desperate."
His fingers found my panties, the only thing left on me, still around my thighs, and he grabbed the delicate lace and tore.
The fabric gave way with a sharp sound, falling away in shreds to leave me completely naked and exposed under the blazing sun.
"There," he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Now you're perfect too.”
I could hear the sound of his belt being undone, the whisper of fabric as he stripped away the rest of his clothes. When his naked body pressed against my back, I nearly sobbed from the intensity of skin-on-skin contact.
He was burning up, every inch of him slick with sweat, his cock hard and demanding as it pressed against the curve of my ass.
"Feel what you do to me?" he panted against my ear, grinding himself against me. "Feel how fucking desperate you make me?"
His hands gripped my hips, positioning me exactly how he wanted me. The blunt head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I realized with a start that this was it—this was really happening.
Our first time together, and it was going to be out here, naked and sweating under the sun with a raging fire casting us in golden light.
“It’s happening,” I gasped, my voice breaking.
"That's right, angel," he crooned, his tone mockingly sweet even as his grip tightened bruisingly on my hips. “I know you’re on the pill. Now, say my name when I claim this tight little pussy.”
He pushed forward, the stretch burning despite how wet I was. He was so thick, so big, and the angle had him hitting places inside me I didn't even know existed.
I cried out, my back arching as he worked himself deeper, inch by excruciating inch.
"Fuck, you're tight," he hissed, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Gripping my cock like you never want to let go."
When he was finally seated fully inside me, we both went still for a second. The fire crackled behind us, sweat dripping down both our bodies to pool on the leather where we were joined.
I could feel every ridge and vein of him, could feel how my body stretched to accommodate his size.
