The feel of his hands on her hips, gripping the flesh so tightly she felt completely possessed by him, had her growing bolder. When she slid back down his length she pressed her body harder against his, causing the very tip of him to hit the back of her. They both gasped at the feeling of him bottoming out in her. As if she couldn’t bear to hold her eyes open any longer, Brea let them close and started rising and falling on his stiff cock. She was so wet, so incredibly soaked that there was no resistance as he slid in and out of her.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. Take all of me.” Neck straining as he tilted his head back, Adrian looked like a man about to lose control. She wanted to be that woman that caused such a virile and powerful man to lose it.
Moving up and down on him harder and faster, she felt her clit hit the root of his shaft with every downstroke, felt herself climbing the ladder of arousal as everything around her started to turn black with her impending orgasm. “Oh…God…Yes.” The force of her climax had her slamming her pussy along his cock, riding out the storm that was crashing inside of her. She was vaguely aware of the grunts and growls emitting from Adrian, felt his fingers dig into her flesh harder, and then felt his shaft swell and lengthen inside of her with his own orgasm.
“Jesus, Brea!” His roar of completion rocked through the room, crashed through her, and had another orgasm churning within her. It was intense, just like him, just like the way he made her feel. His hips lifted, meeting her downstrokes until she couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t stand his dick rubbing along her oversensitized flesh.
“Fuck. I can feel your pussy clenching me, baby.” She forced her eyes open, stared down at the face of a man that had pushed every insecurity, every fear, every worry that had built inside of her, still making her a slave to Cameron, away.
The strength to hold herself up was lost and she collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against her own. Neither of them spoke, and the silence was comforting. The hands that were gripping her hips slid along her sides and moved higher. It took her a moment to realize he was sliding his hands up and down her back and everything around her came crashing down around her. The post-euphoric feeling that she had just surrendered to was now a bleak, shameful feeling inside of her.
Could he feel the scars?
Chapter Fourteen
“Brea?” Adrian stilled his movements at the feel of her tensing above him. What they had just shared was incredible, more than incredible, but now there was something very wrong. Her breathing had changed from the ecstatic quick pants of a female well loved, to the erratic rhythm of someone in fear. He knew what was wrong, but he didn’t want to show it on the exterior. The raised skin on her back almost had him cursing and gripping her tighter. What the fuck had that asshole done to her?
When she tried to climb off of him he wanted to hold her tighter, but he knew she needed her space. It was the last thing he wanted to do, let her go, but she needed this.
“Baby?” She rolled off of him but kept her back away from his view. “Talk to me. Please.” It didn’t matter that the desperation in his voice was thicker than honey. This small, fragile female before him, the woman that he realized he loved more than his own life, had suffered something so horrible all he could think about was causing pain of his own to the first asshole that was sorry enough to cross his path. What he wouldn’t give to be in the octagon right now, beating the living shit out of someone and imagining it was that prick ex-boyfriend of hers.
“Look at me, pretty girl.” He used the endearment because he meant it, but she was so much more to him. He wanted to see her face, without streaks of drying tears or residue of fear. He wanted her looking at him with only happiness and pleasure. He wanted to erase all of her bad memories and replace them with ones that she could smile to when she looked back.
It seemed like ages, but she finally lifted her head and stared at him. There was no fear, no sadness, but there was a desperation and shame that covered her like a second skin. The light strands of her hair created a curtain, partially shielding her from view.
“I disgust you, don’t I?” Goddamn but she sounded so lost. It ate at his soul. What could he do to make things better? To make her feel safe with him.
He wanted to touch her, but he didn’t know if it would be welcome. “Brea, there is nothing you can say or do, nothing in this world that would make me feel anything but love for you.” He hadn’t meant to tell her, hadn’t meant to reveal how he felt. It seemed too soon, and if the shocked look on her face was anything to go by she thought it was too soon as well. Damn it! He couldn’t help how he felt, didn’t want to stop the feelings inside of him.