Adrian's Wrath by Jenika Snow

don’t know if I’m doing it right. If I’m pleasing you.” The anguish in her voice broke his damn heart.
    “Hey.” Rising up so that he could look down at her, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly. “Everything you do pleases me. Your sweet voice, your intoxicating smell, your luscious body. Everything about you pleases me to no end.” He used his finger to slip into her folds, running the digit up and down and having her arch into his chest. The feel of her soft body against his was fuel to the fire burning deep within him. His hand swept under her leg and brought it up and over his hip. A small noise escaped her and he knew it was because she was spread open to him.
    “You make me feel…vulnerable.” Big blue eyes stared at him. Her words were spoken softly, but they held so much emotion that it was as if she had shouted in the room. When he slipped his finger into her, eyes still locked together, he felt her inner muscles clench in response.
    “If only you knew.” The words were on the tip of his tongue, three little words that didn’t seem like they truly expressed how he felt. It didn’t matter that their time together had been so short. The feelings she conjured inside of him hit him harder than anything had in a long time. There was no way he could ignore them, no way he would. It was a fierce and raw hunger for her that made him mindless. If he uttered “I love you,” there was no doubt in his mind she would bolt, and not being with her was not an option. He needed to go slow with her, let her take control, let her know that she held all the cards.
    Her body was tight, hot, and wet, and when he fucked her with his finger the only thing he could think about was feeling her around his cock. They moved in at the same time, their lips pressing together as her body started to slowly rock back and forth on his thrusting finger. Their movements were lazy, but he was in no rush. They had all night.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    It felt so good. Better than anything Brea had ever felt. Adrian continued to push his finger into her, and before she knew it he added a second. The fullness of those digits didn’t hold a candle to what it felt like to be filled with his shaft. Just like the rest of his body, Adrian’s cock was big and thick, with heavy veins lining it and a wide head that hit just the right spot inside of her. There had been a slight discomfort when he had completely been inside of her, but there wasn’t the pain that had accompanied intercourse like there had been with Cameron.
    “Oh God, right there. Right there.” The way he twisted his fingers hit the inflamed, sensitive tissue inside of her. Warmth spread throughout her as he shoved his fingers in her deeper, harder. “Yes.” A hiss of air escaped her when his thumb started rubbing circles around her clit. Embarrassment should have flooded her at how she was fucking herself on his fingers, throwing her hips up and down, bringing herself closer and closer to coming again. His fingers and thumb were relentless as they teased her, tantalized her, and made her cry out his name as pleasure wracked her body.
    “That’s it. Come for me. Come all over my hand, Brea.” Hot, humid breath slid across her cheek and she searched for the source, slamming her mouth against his and kissing him as she rode out the ecstasy.
    When the last tremor went through her body, she sagged against his chest, feeling the drying sweat that coated his smooth flesh. Without thinking, just acting on her desire as his fingers continued to gently stroke her, she pressed openmouthed kisses along his pectoral. She traced a dark, curving line of ink with her tongue, tasting the saltiness and dark flavor that coated his skin.
    “God, Brea,” he said as his hands speared into her hair, bringing her closer. His erection was hot and hard against her mound and she was surprised that he could get aroused so quickly. “Ride me, sweetheart.” Cupping the side of her