Page 169 of Facing Off
Her throat works as she goes on her knees and wraps her arms around me. She’s gripping me so fiercely, that Iforget everything else except the feel of her in my arms.Thisis how Sonya communicates. With actions. And by dancing. Watching her earlier, I couldn’t speak. I was overwhelmed. It felt like her soul was out on display, vulnerable to me. Showing me everything I need to know.
She’s falling for me, just like I fell for her.
I reach up, cupping her face in my hands, thumb brushing over her cheek as I hold her steady, eyes locked on hers. “Once I started getting to know you, no other woman on the planet existed for me.”
Her breath catches. “Me, too. I mean?—”
“I know what you mean, love. You’re perfect.”
“I’m not,” she automatically defends.
“You’remyperfect.”
“And you’re my….” I’m barely holding on, my control fraying as she lowers her hand to my cock. “You’re my….” Sonya tries again.
I close my hand around hers. “Sonya,” I order, my tone desperate. “No, baby. This time, you have to give me a chance. Don’t do this to me. Let me spend time on you first.”
I groan as she tightens her grip.
Her eyes flash with defiance. “You said I could tell you what I don’t like. And right now, I don’t like you not being inside me.”
My eyebrows pull together. Fuck, I don’t know what to do, but I made a promise. What she wants is what matters.
Holding Sonya by the waist, I arrange her higher on the bed, spreading her knees out. One is bent higher to give more space. Compared to her, there’s so much of me. She has to make room for my larger body.
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “We have to make it work.” The words land somewhere between wondering and demanding.
I move carefully, aware how easily I could overwhelm her. “It’ll work.”
She’s so soft, so beautiful, so open, and every part of me is straining to speed up and sink into her, but I can’t.Stay in control, Adrian.
My jaw tightens. “Give me a second, baby.”
Too late. Sonya hooks a leg on my shoulder, so there’s a clear direction for my cock to go.
A rough laugh escapes me as every nerve screams to cross the line I’ve been holding back from. It’s almost impossible to think straight, but a deeper voice warns me—not yet.
She’s too important.
I slick my fingers with her wetness and push one inside her. “I know what you want, sweetheart, but I need to stretch you first.”
She’s glaring at me for a full two seconds, full of outrage and ready to say she can handle more, but then I start stroking. Hard, deep strokes, curling my fingers upward so I give that spongy part close to her entrance more attention.
Her head falls back, and she arches. A soft whimper escapes her lips. The kind of sound she never makes.It’s so damn beautiful.
And from how quickly she tries to cover her mouth afterward, I can tell she wants to keep it in, but I don’t let her. Using my other hand, I hold her wrists together, gently pinning them against the headboard. “You’ll give me everything, Sonya, whenever I’m inside you.”
Her breath falters, more heat rising in her cheeks. “Then…”
“Then what?” I pant. “More or less?”
Her leg hooks more on my shoulder, the curve of her calf pulling me closer. “More.”
“Take another finger. If you can, I’ll use my cock, baby.”
I insert a third, very slowly, listening to the whimpers spilling out of her. She’s shaking. “Adrian.” My name’s a plea.
The word crashes through my mind like a breaking wave. I’m struggling to hold back.
