Page 83 of Blind Devotion
“Don’t you dare.”
“Tell me now if it’s bringing anything back that needs to stay where it belongs.”
I rubbed myself against his warm hand.
“More,” I begged. This was him and me. Nothing else. No one else shared it with us. I wouldn’t let them. “Give me more.”
His finger slipped all the way inside me with leisurely strokes, and I literally felt my eyes cross.
“Oh,papillon, you’re dripping. Stay there.”
I obeyed without question, needing the fullness he was offering. Clothes rustled, and the slight metallic thump of his belt buckle sounded. Then his hands were on me again. Pinning my hips in place. Spreading my ass cheeks. His breath fanned over me, and I was losing my mind. When his face pressed between my legs, I whimpered loudly.
“I’m on my knees for you. Only you. Only ever you.”
He licked me and sucked me and drove me to new heights until I was limp and unmoving. Only then did he rise over me and spin me to face him, his cock hard and unforgiving between us.
“You going to give me another,papillon?” he asked, lifting me up and walking me across the room. My legs hooked around him as he trapped me against the wall.
I nearly mewled with longing. I wasn’t sure I had another in me, but I was more than willing to try.
His hardness pressed against me, the tip spreading me in slow circles.
“You desperate for what only I will give you?”
“Yes,” I moaned desperately, except he just kept teasing me, dipping the head of his cock in and out.
“You’re mine. Only mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours.” There was no doubt about that.
“You chose to stay with me. There’s no changing your mind now. There’s no escaping me. There’s no escaping this.”
“Adrien.”
He didn’t wait any longer than it took for me to say his name before slamming inside me. He thrust into me over and over with a fierceness that should have scared me. I loved it. The way he gripped me tight, like he was afraid I’d be whisked away. The way his hands roamed my skin before finding a new grip. The way he dominated me and pushed me to feel pleasure despite everything that had happened. Most of all, I loved the way he wrapped a hand around my neck and whispered filthy words in my ear. I loved all of it. I loved him.
It was probably the reason I let him get away with his secrets for as long as I did.
Chapter 33
Iwasinheaven.Again. Several times a day.
Adrien pounded into me from behind this time, my chest flattened against his office display cabinet. The panels smacked against the magnets holding them shut in time with his thrusts. He reached so deep that a wave of euphoria crested. Right there. I angled my hips further out. Oh god, that let him hit a spot that felt so good. Two more thrusts, and my body burst from the inside. With a muffled bellow, he followed me right after.
We panted in place, his bare chest glued to my back. My legs wobbled when I tried to stand up straight, threatening to give out. I giggled.
Over three weeks since our first time, and it was even better now than before.
“You’re dangerous.”
“You love it.” He kissed my shoulder.
I did. I really did. I swept my hands through his hair, relishing the smell of him. “I love you.”
He was out of me and twisting me around before I realized what was happening. Next thing I knew, I was in his arms, mylegs wrapped around him, with him inside me again, still half-hard. He sat us down on his office couch, me straddling him. Compared to our previous fucking, this was lovemaking at its most romantic—slow, soft, and delicious. This closeness didn’t come often compared to how frequently we went at it, but that made these moments all the more precious.
“I love you, Tessa. So fucking much.”
