Page 82 of Undisputed Chaos
I leaned forward, tongue darting out to taste the bead of moisture at his tip. The flavor exploded across my taste buds, salt and musk.
His hips jerked slightly at the contact, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
"Fuck, angel. Your mouth..."
Encouraged, I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deeper with each bob of my head. His hand tightened in my hair, setting a rhythm that had him hitting the back of my throat on every stroke.
The sounds he made, deep groans and whispered curses, were better than any symphony.
Above me, Adrian began to rock his hips in slow thrusts.
His hand remained planted firmly on his hip, that cocky smile never leaving his face as he watched me work.
The contrast was intoxicating—his wild confidence while I knelt before him, working him with devotion.
He groaned, rough with arousal. "My perfect angel, taking my cock so deep, where anyone could see her.”
I hummed my agreement around him, the vibrations making him curse and thrust harder.
The taste of him filled my senses, overwhelming and addictive. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, wanting to drive him as wild as he'd driven me.
“Fuuuck, Isla." His control was starting to fracture, his hips moving faster now, that careful rhythm dissolving into desperate need. "Your mouth is fucking heaven."
The city lights blurred in my peripheral vision as I focused entirely on him, the feel of him sliding past my lips, the weight of him on my tongue, the way his breathing grew more ragged with each pass.
My hands gripped his thighs for balance, nails digging into the denim as I took him deeper.
When I swallowed around him, taking him completely into my throat, Adrian's composure finally shattered.
His hand fisted in my hair, holding me still as his hips bucked forward.
"Fuck, angel, I'm going to?—"
He tried to pull back, but I refusedto let him go.
I sucked harder, tongue swirling around his length as I looked up at him through my lashes.
The expression on his face, pure, unguarded bliss, was worth everything.
With a strangled groan that echoed across the empty overlook, Adrian came hard, spilling himself down my throat in hot, pulsing waves.
I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of his release, the way his body shuddered with the force of his pleasure.
When he finally stilled, chest heaving with exertion, I pulled back slowly, placing gentle kisses along his length before tucking him carefully back into his jeans.
The tender gesture seemed to undo him all over again.
“Fucking hell, angel," he breathed, pulling me up into his arms and crushing me against his chest. “I barely survived that.”
I smiled against his throat, tasting salt and satisfaction on my lips. “But you did.”
He laughed, the sound rich and full of love, capturing my mouth in a kiss that tasted of possession and promise.
Around us, the night stretched, endless and forgiving, the stars our only witnesses to this perfect moment of claiming and surrender.
"Mine," he whispered against my lips, the word a vow and a prayer.
"Yours," I agreed, and meant it with every fiber of my being.
