“Who? Your rabbit?” He slid his hand under the hem of her skirt and lifted it to expose her bare backside. Now he could press into her easier. She shuddered as he rested his waist against her bare flesh. “I believe she’s out back getting fucked by very randy gentleman.”
He felt her body ease as she pressed her backside farther against him. She gasped when he flipped her around to face him. “Adam, it’s you!” Her smile made his whole body shake. “My rabbit won’t let me come, and I’m desperate.”
Adam quickly unzipped his pants. She leaned her head onto his sturdy shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her with his forearms and braced himself against the wall with the palms of his hands. He prayed she was ready, because he had to possess her.
Carefully, he guided her to sit on him. First, he waited to ease the head into her slit, and once she received him, he slid her all the way down. He watched her face as her eyes glazed over and her lips slightly parted. “Are you okay?”
“I am now, my phantom.” She flexed her thighs to rise and released them to slide back down. Her pleading gaze met his. “Are you okay?”
He nuzzled the side of her neck, getting drunk on the feel of her silky skin. “I’m in Wonderland. Keep going, Lily. It feels so good.” He couldn’t believe how wet she was. This time she wasn’t in pain. She wasn’t timid or frightened. Her fragile trust made his heart ache to always be the protector she could count on. To shield her from every harshness. With each thrust, he wanted to take away the pain she kept hidden, the uncertainty about his acceptance. He wanted to make everything better. With each wave of pleasure, he claimed her in the most primal way a man could take his woman.
Adam pressed harder, crushing Lily against the wall as he frantically slid inside her warm cunt. He needed more. The possession was relentless as he panted like a bull, trying to get farther inside her soft body. He was the beast every lover had branded him. Those women couldn’t take this. Couldn’t understand the want—need—that knitted his soul together. But Lily did. She understood because her soul was created the same way.
Lily whimpered, and Adam welcomed the feel of her arms wrapping around his neck. She was holding on as her slick channel hugged his invading cock. The frantic touches and harsh kisses eased. Soft whimpers replaced heaving breathing as they savored the quivering sensation deep in her pussy.
“Adam, I need to—”
“Come for me, baby. It’s all right. You can come now.” As the words left his mouth, her body shook. The hot core hugging his cock seized.
When the last wave washed over his cock, her body went limp in his arms. He pressed his lips against her mouth and coaxed her tongue to taste him. “Thank you,” he said between labored breaths. “God, Lily—I have to come. I can’t hold it anymore.”
The tender way she nestled her lips against his cheek, petting the back of his head with her slender fingers, made his balls squeeze. The first blast of his orgasm was almost painful. He saw white spots, then screwed his eyes shut to concentrate on the powerful sensation gripping his cock. The last of the semen seeped into her body and he rested his forehead against her temple and laughed.
“Alice, is it?” he teased when he gently helped her to the ground.
Lily laughed and straightened her blonde wig. He could see the bottoms of her cheeks blush. “Yes. And you are the phantom—my phantom?”
“I’m your phantom,” he said and took her into his arms. “Now, why would you torture that poor young guy?”
“Because he asked me to.” Her expression was full of honesty and innocence.
“I should’ve known.” He laughed. “Let’s get something to eat.” They walked out of the parlor, hand in hand, to find some of the wonderful delights adorning the tables in the dining room.
Chapter Eleven
The excitement was almost more than Lily could bear when she and Adam walked into the dining room. Adam snatched two plates from the hutch and let Lily lead him as he placed some of the hors d’oeuvres on the plates. They nibbled on the food as they made their way to the kitchen. When they stepped through the doorway, Tony was leaning against the sink, looking out the window. The loose hem of his Grecian robe lifted, revealing the taut skin on the back of his muscular thighs. She flinched when Adam gripped her hand. His thoughts were obviously flowing in the same direction as hers.
“Tony?” Lily said, giving Adam’s hand a soft squeeze.
Tony turned around. “Hey, guys. I thought I’d lost you two.”
Lily rested her cheek on Adam’s arm. “We’re right here. Did you miss me?”