Page 167 of Facing Off
He’s so arrogant. I pretend I hate it.
“I’m going to eat you for hours.”
My ears roar, almost deafening me. “H-Hours?”
“Won’t you let me?” he asks, sounding extremely put out by the thought I might not. My hips jerk as he shudders. “Last time I didn’t get enough. I was too desperate, too fast. I couldn’t make it last, but this time…” His fingers come out and tease my clit. “This time, I’m going to take my time with you.”
“Adrian,” I start again, but can’t continue.
“Don’t you like being a good girl for me?” His voice has gotten guttural, more possessive, but still breathless. Almost like he’s in pain. “How many times will you be a good girl tonight? On my fingers. On my tongue. And you want my cock, too. Right, love?”
I can’t answer. I’ve lost all ability to form words.
My fractured sounds are all I’m capable of giving him, and how I clench on his fingers, my core spasming so many times I’ve lost count. I’m flying. Drowning. Rescued. Lost.
Between his fingers, he pinches my clit.
I scream his name, falling apart, coming so hard my vision blanks.
When it finally comes back, I latch onto his face in the mirror. He’s concentrated on me with such feral intensity. Barely a rim of blue left, his pupils are blown. Completely flushed, his mouth is wet.
Lowering my leg, he hugs me tightly from behind. I try to grind down against the ridge in his pants, but he doesn’t let me. It’s like trying to move a brick wall.
“Adrian?”
“One more, okay?”
Before I can wonder what he means, I’m arranged to face him. His palms possess my waist and he lifts me, his biceps bulging. All the way up, past the point where my legs could wrap around his waist—because they’re wrapping around his neck.
The mirror wall is support.
So are my hands as they dig into his hair.
Adrian wastes no time.None. Ten seconds later, I’m chanting his name and writhing with need, barely recovered from the aftershocks of my first orgasm, seeing stars again and contorting as his tongue laps me up.
I cry out as he eats me through a second orgasm.
65
ADRIAN
How didI get so lucky? I’m carrying the woman I love to bed.
She’s naked and limp in my arms, her eyes fluttering shut. Rosy cheeks and wrung out with pleasure, but that’s not even the best part. The corner of her mouth has slid upwards. Just enough.A smile.
My fucking heart.
I’m so absurdly close to beating my chest and roaring with happiness. Especially when she sighs and snuggles into me.
Who cares if I’m hard as fuck and leaking pre-come, I snuggle her back, swooning uncontrollably.
The last steps to the bedroom I practically skip.
When I lay Sonya down, she opens her eyes. “Hey.”
I look at how she’s sinking into the mattress, comfortable enough to sprawl out. I smile, watching the way her eyelids flutter. “You look sleepy.”
“I’m not,” she mumbles, trying to force her eyes wider.
