Page 138 of Undisputed Chaos
"Come here," I commanded, settling back onto the carpet and pulling her toward me.
She crawled over eagerly, still drunk enough to be completely uninhibited, and I nearly lost it at the sight of her on her hands and knees with that ribbon around her throat.
I scooped more icing from the cake, this time smearing it along the length of my shaft.
The cold sweetness made me hiss, but the look of hunger in Isla's eyes as she watched made it worth the temporary discomfort.
"Clean me up, angel," I ordered, fisting my hand in her hair to guide her head down. "Lick every drop."
She didn't hesitate, her pink tongue darting out to taste the sweetness coating my skin.
The combination of her hot mouth and the cool icing was exquisite torture, made even better by the soft moans she made as she worked.
She took her time, her tongue tracing every ridge and vein, cleaning away the icing with thorough dedication.
When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue around the tip before taking me deep into her throat, the wet heat making my vision blur.
"That's it," I groaned, my grip tightening in her hair as she worked me with increasing desperation. "Such a good girl for me. Taking me so deep.”
I wrapped the remnants of her panties around my other hand, the silk still warm from her body after I'd cut them away, and used the fabric to guide her movements.
Up and down, setting a rhythm that had me seeing heaven while she looked up at me with those trusting blue eyes.
"Enough," I growled when I couldn't stand it anymore, pulling her up and into my lap. Her legs straddled my hips, and I could feel how soaked she was as she pressed against me.
“Inside,” she whispered, her voice slurred with alcohol and need. "I need you inside me."
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat.
She was so wet, so ready, but I forced myself to go slow as I sank into her inch by inch.
“Big,” she gasped, her back arching as I filled her completely. “You feel so big, Adrian.”
The drunken praise made me throb inside her, and I had to grit my teeth to maintain control. She felt like heaven—tight and hot and absolutely perfect around me.
We moved together in the moonlight, her body rising and falling on mine while the piranhas swirled in their tank like witnesses to our claiming.
The sounds she made, soft gasps and whimpers and my name falling from her lips like a prayer, drove me higher and higher until I thought I might lose my mind from the pleasure of it.
"I love this," she panted, her hands braced on my shoulders as she rode me with increasing desperation.
"Tell me," I demanded, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Tell me how good it feels."
"So good," she moaned, her head falling back as I thrust up into her. "You're so deep, so perfect. I love it, Adrian. I love you."
The confession hit me hard, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
With a growl, I flipped us over so she was beneath me on the plush carpet, my body covering hers as I drove into her with renewed force.
“I love you too, angel. I love you so much.”
Reaching for my knife where I'd discarded it earlier, I brought the handle to my mouth, coating it with saliva before trailing it down her body.
She tensed as I circled her tight rear entrance, the muscle fluttering under the gentle pressure.
"Trust me," I murmured, and slowly pressed the smooth jade inside.
She cried out, her back arching off the carpet as the foreign sensation registered. But she didn't pull away, didn't tell me to stop.
