Page 77 of Adrift

Maybe my vulnerability is written all over my face, or maybe he’s a mind-reader. Whatever the case, he kisses me gently. “Get out of your own head, beautiful. You’re exactly what I want.” When he sees me relax a little, he continues speaking in a soft murmur that has my skin tingling. “Hold your knees back for me. Open up.”

I do as he says and he pushes in a little deeper, making me hiss. He looks down at our connection with a frown. “I need you wetter, baby.” He pulls out and I arch up from the feeling of emptiness.

God, is this how it’s supposed to be or am I just awful at this?

My mind buzzes before I feel his lips on my fragile, aching skin again. He sucks at my entrance, laying open-mouthed kisses on my folds before lapping at me again. My body relaxes under his tongue as lust surges through me again. He hums his pleasure, licking me a few more times before coming back up to my face.

I pull my knees back as he lines us up once more. And this time when he penetrates me, I’m lost to a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. I mewl as he pushes deep inside, to the hilt, while my stomach contracts and my core pulses.

He lays a kiss on my lips, watching my face. “Are you okay?”

I nod, panting. “Yes. Darian?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Please move.”

He smiles as his hips start rocking inside me. He takes over with one hand grabbing the back of my knee before driving inside me and my fingernails bite into his shoulder. His lips find mine as we groan into each other, breathing, feeling, needing.

Finally in sync.

I moan as his tip brushes over my G-spot, arching into him again. He feels so good that it overpowers the pain, pushing it to the back of my mind. His thrusts become rhythmic before his hand curls under my ass. He pulls me forward, my sex flush against his hip.

I begin where he ends.

A sheen of sweat covers our bodies as Darian pummels me, grunting and panting. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight. I’ve never . . . never felt anything like it in my fucking life.”

His words have me unraveling, my head pushing back into the mattress. He leans in to kiss my collarbone, biting and sucking but never letting up his blitz inside me. My body quivers as my senses heighten and his pace quickens.

I feel everything, from the delicious scrape of his scruff on my neck to his hefty erection stretching me exquisitely. From his fingers digging painfully into the back of my knee to the power of his drive inside me. My heart races like it’s going to speed out of my body while his heart thumps just as fast against mine.

My breasts bounce as he continues and he observes their movement with barely held hunger. I can feel his control wearing thin. He leans in to capture my nipple in his mouth again, and I cry out at the slight change in the angle. “Yes!”

I can feel the pressure building in my core as my instincts take over. My body follows the call as all other thoughts fade, and I focus on the irresistible man above me. A drop of his sweat lands on my shoulder, immeasurable pleasure swirling in his eyes. He’s close. So close.

“Let go, baby,” he coaxes as his thumb presses on my clit, making me climb so high, I’m destined to do nothing but fall. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

His words ignite something deep inside me, like embered coal, and I relax further into him. How can a man be both sweet and demanding? Gentle and merciless? I succumb to his claim on my body and he pummels me harder, hitting that sweet spot inside me over and over again until I let go.

Until I fall, knowing he’ll be there to catch me.

My body constricts around him before I’m moaning my release, whimpering as my orgasm takes full control. “Oh God!”

Darian continues to plunge into me, coaxing out every tremor and every quake. “That’s it, baby. I’ve got you,” he murmurs as I lift to meet his hips.

God, his murmurs drive me insane–the way he whispers against my skin, the way his words tremble inside my ribs–and I know I’ll never have enough.

I can barely catch my breath as he continues to undulate over me. He grabs my breast, his eyes wild and his hair wet, grunting as he comes to an abrupt stop inside me. Seconds later, I feel his release coat my womb, warm and endless. If I wasn’t so exhausted and sore, I’d have come all over again, because watching Darian orgasm might be the single most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.

His length is still twitching inside me as he pulls himself to hover over me again. I cradle his face with both hands, kissing him for so long, my lips swell against his.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

My eyes widen. “I’m pretty sure you did all the work.”

He shakes his head before pulling out and falling on the bed next to me. We face each other, leaving less than a few inches between us. My head lays on his bicep while we breathe hard into each other. He lifts his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Rani?”

I wait for him to continue but he’s silent, studying me. “Hmm?”

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