Page 65 of Undisputed Chaos
Even I couldn’t laugh that off.
I just swallowed, heart pounding, and pulled her into my lap.
Ice cream smeared everywhere, sticky, shining under her soft lights. My hands wrapped around her waist, thumbs pressing into her skin as I held her close, not letting her slip an inch.
“You don’t know what you’ve done to me,” I whispered, dizzy with her, nosing over her throat, pressing my lips to the spot where my ribbon and her pulse met.
She blushed, but didn’t look away. “Don’t ever stop making me into whatever you want, angel. Paint me, mark me, just don’t leave me wanting.”
She smiled, brave and sure. “I won’t. I like you messy, Adrian.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Isla
Iwoke to warmth. An overwhelming, all-encompassing blanket that cocooned me—aheavyone.
Sunlight filtered through my lace curtains, painting my bedroom in soft gold, but the real source of warmth was the massive body curled around mine.
Adrian's tattooed arm was thrown possessively across my waist, his bare chest pressed against my back, his breath tickling my neck in slow, steady rhythms.
I let my fingers rest on his forearm, tracing an old chain-inked line, feeling where the skin raised and fell in places only I was allowed to touch now.
The ribbon around my throat was still there, a little loose now but proud.
I wiggled against him, and immediately his arm tightened around me, pulling me closer.
His nose nuzzled into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply as if he’d never let go.
"Morning, angel," he rumbled, his voice graveled with sleep. His lips brushed against the ribbon, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Morning," I whispered back, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face.
He didn’t need much of an excuse to turn feral.
“You smell so fucking good,” he growled, licking from the edge of the ribbon to my earlobe. “Like summer and mine.”
His hand splayed over my stomach, fingers wandering beneath my sleep dress, tracing patterns that made my whole body light up.
I giggled because Adrian brought out that kind of happiness in me. "Is that a compliment?"
"The highest," he assured, and as if he couldn’t figure out how to say more, he bit at my shoulder instead, playful but tinged with that wildness that haunted his every move.
My gaze drifted to the nightstand, where Adrian's jade-handled knife sat within easy reach. He'd placed it there before we'd fallen asleep, something he’d explained as an extension of his being.
I stretched, reaching for my phone, but before I could get far, Adrian let out a low growl, arms caging me as he rolled me onto my back and loomed above, green eyes wild and bright.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I tried to squirm, breathless and already laughing. “Just checking my phone!”
He pouted, all dramatic. “Your phone is more important than me? Angel, I’m mortally wounded.”
Yet, his lips never left my neck, brushing the ribbon as if it would vanish without his attention.
After a minute, he shifted his weight, allowing me to reach for my phone while he continued his exploration of my neck, his lips and teeth finding all the sensitive spots.
“You have exactly thirty seconds,” he said, all mock-serious swagger, “then I’m tossing that thing out the window.” He nudged my sleepdress higher as if to mark each second he was losing.
