"You feel so good."
He growled the words as his mouth left mine to slide down my body. He stopped at my breasts, laving my nipple for a few spine-tingling moments, then sucked strongly at the same moment that his finger penetrated deeply inside me.
My back left the bed as pleasure bowed my spine. Cries spilled out of my mouth when he started to rub in a rhythmic way. My nerve endings tightened and twisted with each stroke, and my heart beat so fast that I felt dizzy. I knew my nails were digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks, but I couldn't make myself stop. I didn't feel in control of my body. Adrian was in control, and he sucked on my nipples while his fingers made me mindless with need.
That's why I wasn't embarrassed when he spread my legs and his mouth descended between them. I didn't care about the cry that tore out of me at the first branding stroke of his tongue, or the way I arched against him to feel more. When he delved deeper, his tongue swirling faster and faster, it was too much. Rapture broke within me, flashing out from my center faster than I could sob out his name. I gripped his head as the climax shattered me, then fell back against the pillows, panting, as that sharp ecstasy faded into lingering, blissful tingles.
He rubbed his face against the blankets before rising up on his knees. I gasped for a different reason when he slid my thighs around his hips and his hard flesh touched my wet, soft folds. Then he bent down, closing his mouth over mine in a kiss that stole the rest of my breath from me.
"I love you."
He said the words against my lips as he thrust forward. His mouth muffled the cry I made at the sudden, sharp burn within. He stopped even as his muscles tensed as though they were about to snap. Then he smoothed the hair away from my face, kissing my bottom lip where I was biting it in unwitting reaction to that wounding fullness.
"Are you all right?" he whispered.
His gaze almost burned from lust, but concern etched his features and he didn't move. That didn't stop those deep, unfamiliar throbs from pulsating inside me. Seemingly of its own will, my flesh tightened around him, and he closed his eyes as a harsh, choked sound came out of him.
"Can you go slow?" I asked, my voice low and breathy. His eyes seemed to darken even though I knew that was impossible.
"Yes," he said, drawing the word out to match the measured, sinuous arch of his hips.
I gasped as he slid deeper, increasing that incredible feeling of fullness. Then another languorous twist of his hips had him pulling out, and though the stinging sensation lessened, it left a feeling of aching emptiness that was somehow worse. Tentatively, I raised my hips, closing my eyes as he slid slowly, deeply, back into me. Those unbelievable inner throbs intensified as hidden walls stretched to fit him, and the sensations made the lingering pain pale by comparison.
My hands slid down his back, feeling the bunch and flex of his muscles with every new movement. His tongue echoed the slow rhythm of his body as the pain faded and pleasure began to build. I moved against him, reveling in how tightly he gripped me. Our breaths were short, sharp moans that mingled between kisses, and his hands were sensual weapons that sought out my most sensitive spots and then conquered them with pleasure.
The intensity built, until I was writhing with the same mindless ecstasy I'd felt when he was going down on me, only this time, he prolonged it. My moans turned into cries that turned into shouts as he held an orgasm just outside of my reach. He kept bringing me to the brink only to slow down before that crucial moment. Then he repeated the exquisite torture, until I was raking my nails down his back and shouting things I never thought I'd hear from my own lips.
And I didn't care. My loins burned in the most glorious way, my heart pounded so fast that it was probably dangerous and I slammed my hips against Adrian's as if I were urging him to hurt me. He wasn't, even if we'd left "slow" in the dust a while ago. No, each hard, rapid thrust felt ruthlessly rapturous, and I twisted against him in urgent need for more.
Then he picked me up, holding my hips against his while he leaned back until I was half straddling him. The change in position caused him to penetrate so deep, I could barely stand it, yet I cried out with pleasure so intense that it brought me over the edge. As I came, he moved even faster, his thrusts rougher, until I felt his climax in the fierce way his grip tightened and the deep, wet spasms within me.
He fell back against the bed, taking me with him, which was good since I'd suddenly lost the ability to move. I was vibrating with pleasure and so worn-out that I was dizzy; a unique experience for me. When Adrian brushed his lips across mine, I was too tired to kiss him back, but I did smile. Right before I gave into that anesthetic mixture of afterglow and exhaustion, I whispered the words I hadn't told him since that night all those months ago when I'd pulled him out from under a pile of demon ashes.