Page 34 of Darkest Love
I go to our bedroom and shut the door. I push my skirt down and slip my underwear off and place my hand between my legs. I’ve done this countless times now. It’s the only way I’ve ever been able to experience pleasure.
And right now, I picture Adrien in my mind as I touch myself. Picture his secure arms around me when I was scared in the backseat of the van. When he helped get me to safety. His beautiful face and his soft lips.
I want him so badly it hurts. There’s an ache in my stomach I can’t get rid of and I know only him can remove it for me.
I run my fingers over my clit harder and harder. Firmer and firmer. I need a release after the terrifying day I had. I need pleasure.
I need to feel safe.
The bedroom door opens and Adrien walks in, stopping in his tracks when he sees me with my hand between my legs. I am so close to an orgasm but it all comes crashing down. I go still.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He eyes me over with a dark, lustful expression. “I could ask you the same thing. You’re pleasuring yourself.”
“Yes.”
“Without me.”
I remove my hand from my legs and try to act confident, which is hard to do with Adrien looking at me the way he is and my lower body fully exposed to his gaze.
“Yes,” I say.
“So, you’d rather use your own fingers on yourself than let me touch you?”
“If you can promise to let me into your heart, then I’ll let you touch me. Until then, yes. I would prefer my own fingers. They don’t come with a ton of baggage.”
Slowly, Adrien approaches and leans over me. His hands are on either side of my hips. My desire is still going strong through my body, killing me.
“I could finish you off,” he suggests. “I know you want it.”
I swallow hard. I do want it. God, how I want it.
Adrien places his hand on my stomach, making me suck in a breath. “I can just move my fingers lower… if you want.”
I want it bad.
Without even thinking about it, I open my legs wider. I shouldn’t do this. Letting Adrien in when he’ll only hurt me? It’s a bad idea.
But I need him to touch me. Just this once.
Adrien gives me a smirk, like he knows he’s won before kneeling on the floor. In one swift move, he brings my hips to the edge of the bed, making me gasp and spread my legs wide.
I gasp when he settles his lips against my inner thigh. He looks up at me and I look back.
And then he finally shows me what pleasure is supposed to feel like.
Chapter Twelve
Adrien
My lips glide along Anastasia’s inner thigh. I can smell her soft scent, like cherries and ice cream. I want to lick her right up.
She shudders, breathing heavy. For all of her bravado, I can tell that she’s nervous. She wants this just as much as I do.
“My mouth is going to be much better than your fingers, trust me.”
“Then hurry it up,” she snaps but there’s no bite to her words. She only sounds desperate for this, just as much as I have been. God, how I have wanted her for the past couple weeks now. All I want is to savor this moment.
