“Why does it always sound like a threat?” she wonders aloud, though a small smile tips the corner of her lips.
I grin. “Because it is.”
I roll to my back, bringing her with me so she’s sprawled out on my chest.
“Zade,” she warns, but her words contrast against her actions. She shifts her legs, so she’s straddling me, her center lined up on my cock. I can feel how hot and wet she is through the silk of her underwear.
Gritting my teeth, I ball my hands into fists, fighting the instinct to rip the sorry excuse for panties to shreds so that I can feel how ready she is to take me inside her.
“Adeline,” I echo.
Her light brown eyes are shaded, but I can feel the effect all the same. She’s leaning just above me, her soft body molded to mine. I swear I can feel the tension lining her hips as she resists the need to grind her pussy on me.
“What?” she whispers, feigning ignorance.
“Sit on my cock. Now.”
Her breathing hitches, and with her breasts pressed tightly against mine, I can’t tell if the rapid pulsing in my chest is from her heart or mine.
The internal struggle in her head is loud, and indecision radiates from her.
Eventually, she sits up, her body cutting through the strands of moonlight shining through the balcony doors.
And I crumble.
Her curvy body is cascaded in both shadows and light, the two forbidden lovers clashing on her skin and creating a fucking masterpiece.
Her beauty is blinding, turning my body into ash beneath her light.
She drags her hand down her flat stomach until her fingertips tease the edges of her underwear.
“Addie,” I snarl through clenched teeth. My hands slide up her thighs, pausing at the juncture where they meet her hips. I’m a weak man, and I don’t possess the strength to deny the need to touch her.
“Yes, Zade?” she asks, her husky voice low and breathy. My hips jerk impatiently in response. She smiles, the act wicked and cruel.
Finally, she lifts up and slides her underwear to
the side, baring her pussy. I lift my hips again, desperate for contact, but she evades me, hovering just out of reach.
“You have five fucking sec—”
“Shh, baby.” I’m so thrown by her calling me ‘baby’ that my threat vanishes, as if my voice were a ghost teasing the corner of your eye.
Her smile widens at my incredulous look, but I’m only confused why she thought calling me baby would calm me down.
Now all I want to do is flip her on her knees, pin that pretty face into the sheets, and fuck her until her head is coming out the underside of the bed.
Before I can make good on it, she finally drops her hips. I groan at the feeling of my cock being enveloped by slick heat as she glides up and down my length. My head kicks back, and my hands tighten on her hips. Bruises will mar her skin and the thought only enrages the beast more.
“Fuck, Add—”
I have no time to even finish my prayer before the tip of my cock is slipping inside, and I’m completely incapable of formulating words.
Slowly—tortuously, she works my cock inside her, balancing her weight on my stomach. Little, breathless pants puff from her mouth while I tremble beneath her.
So fucking tight.
“God, I’m too full,” she whimpers, her own body trembling as she works to take me in.