Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
There was a voice echoing in my mind. Something telling me to stop, to pause, to think.
But there was a different whisper… urging me on.
My belly pooled with warmth and there was a fluttering in the pit of my stomach. A familiar feeling… something I had only felt once before…
At The Pit when he was pressed against me.
I found myself standing before a door, my hand raised to knock before I even realized what I was doing.
I knocked once before the door swung open.
It was dark, and a shadow loomed over me before my eyes finally adjusted.
Adrian stood there, shirtless, his sweatpants hanging precariously low, revealing the sharp cut of his hipbones and the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband.
His dark hair was mussed as if he’d been tossing around. His eyes sharpened with surprise before they darkened as he took in my disheveled state.
“Serafina?” His voice was rough, deeper than usual. “What are you doing here at this hour?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. My lips felt impossibly dry, my tongue too thick in my mouth. I swayed on my feet, my vision blurring at the edges.
I licked my lips and Adrian’s gaze tracked the movement, his sharp jaw tightening.
“I...” I tried again, but my thoughts were scattered and impossible to gather. All I knew was the ache between my legs, my damp panties and the desperate need for relief.
Frustrated tears blurred my vision.
I instinctively rubbed my thighs together, trying to alleviate the feeling, but the pressure only made it worse. A small sound escaped me—part whimper, part moan.
A heaviness settled on my chest. What was wrong with me?
Shame coated my tongue. Mortification suffocated me. Desire blinded me.
Adrian’s eyes darkened further. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, his voice dropping lower.
I don’t know… I can’t think…
I stumbled forward, my legs giving out beneath me. Strong arms caught me, pulling me against a hard, warm chest. Adrian’s scent enveloped me—clean soap and a musky cologne.
No, that wasn’t cologne.
That was his natural scent.
I wanted it all over me.
No…
I needed it all over me. I wanted to bathe in his scent.
My body responded instantly, arching into his touch. Please.
“I need...” I gasped, unable to articulate the desperate hunger devouring me from within.
The emptiness inside me was unbearable, a physical ache that demanded to be filled.
“Serafina,” he said again, my name a warning on his lips.
But I was beyond warnings, beyond reason.
My hands found his bare chest, fingers splaying across the hard planes of muscles, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath. His skin was hot against mine and his heart… it thudded against my touch.
I looked up at him, a tear sliding down my flush cheek. “Please,” I breathed.
His gaze never left mine as his jaw tightened and I could see the muscle tick. His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my feverish cheek. My eyes fluttered closed.
“What have you done, Princess?” he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr. “What am I going to do with you?”
Anything.
Everything.
My world spun as Adrian lifted me in his arms and carried me inside his bedroom, kicking the door close behind him with his foot.
I was in his bedroom.
It should have scared me.
But it didn’t.
He gently dropped me on his mattress.
I was in his bed.
I should have been ashamed.
But I wasn’t.
All I knew was that I needed him. Needed his hands on my body, his mouth on my skin. Needed him to fill the emptiness inside me.
I was just… desperate.
My nightgown had bunched around my waist, baring my legs to him. Every part of exposed skin flushed with indecent heat.
“This is your doing,” Adrian warned, his voice dropping low. He placed one knee on the mattress beside my hips. “You came to me, you begged.”
I swallowed. Another tear slid down my cheek.
Adrian leaned over me, his breath feathering over my skin before he licked my tears. A fevered gasp escaped past my lips.
“Tell me what you want,” he rasped.
“You,” I breathed.
His hand trailed along my bare thigh before circling around my knee. A shaky breath rattled from my chest when he pushed my knees apart.
Thud.
I was going to combust under his touch, his gaze… in his embrace.
He pulled his head back and his stormy blue eyes met mine. A quiver ran down my body when his hand snaked up my thigh, his fingers brushing against my silk panties.
“Fuuuck,” he hissed when he found my arousal coating the fabric.
Oh, sweet hell.
He pushed my nightgown higher, over my hips. My body trembled as cool air hit more feverish exposed skin.
Adrian’s fingers gripped my panties and he pulled them tight over my mound, causing the fabric to stick to my wetness. The material wedged itself between my folds as he continued to tug and the friction made my body arch up from the mattress with a loud moan.