Adrian's Wrath by Jenika Snow Page A

the mattress. The hardness of his muscles felt incredible against her. Anxiety threatened to consume her, but she refused to let it win. He wasn’t Cameron and he wasn’t taking this from her. The movement of his body against hers wasn’t forceful, wasn’t demanding. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along the side of her jaw and down to the erogenous spot right below her ear.
    “So good, Brea. You feel so good beneath me.”
    And he felt so good on top of her. Her legs spread on their own to accept the width of his hips between them. The hard length of his arousal pressed against her silk panties, moving the material against her saturated flesh. She was so wet for him, so ready to take him into her body. The bottom of her dress was pushed obscenely up to her waist, showing her lower half and panty-covered mound, if he was so inclined to take a look himself. Mouth hot and wet, Adrian continued kissing her. Their hips started moving as if they had a mind of their own, a mindless rubbing and thrusting against each other that made her body hotter with need. Could he tell how wet she was through his jeans?
    “I can feel your heat. God, it’s driving me insane with lust.”
    That answered her unspoken question. Tilting her head to the side, she let her lids drop and a moan leave her at how incredibly good it felt to be touched by Adrian. His touch was so different from Cameron’s, so gentle, soft, and coaxing. One of his hands speared into her hair while the other made slow work of moving down her body until its heavy weight rested on her lower belly. Butterflies jumped within her and her pussy gave a hard spasm at the close proximity. Everything he did felt so wonderful, but she wanted to feel more. The memories, the uncertainty, all of it didn’t vanish. All she wanted to feel was Adrian thrusting into her, helping her, making her forget what a fucked-up world she lived in.
    When his hand started moving lower, her body shook with the force of how much she needed this.
    “You’re shaking, sweetheart.” The deep, husky timbre of his voice shot straight to her clit. His hand had momentarily stilled, but when she turned her head and kissed the side of his neck it resumed its descent. The large, callused fingers of his hand slipped against her inner thigh. The roughness of his touch had her moving her hips, trying to get him closer to the part of her body that was aching the most.
    “Shhh, be patient, baby. I don’t want to rush this.”
    She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t rushing things, that she needed this like she needed her next breath. “Please, Adrian.” With her mouth still pressed against his throat, she felt him swallow at her plea. “Don’t you want this?” He might be on top of her and touching her, but it appeared he had no intention of moving things along. Didn’t he know how much she needed this? Turning his head to look at her, there was so much stormy anguish behind his blue eyes. They searched each other’s faces, silent communication passing between them.
    “You have no idea how much I want to be inside of you, to feel your body gripping me, bringing me closer to the pleasure I know can only be had with you.”
    Mouth gone dry, all Brea could do was stare at him. His words were low, but held so much feeling that she felt it down to her bones. “I want that, too. So much. Don’t deny us this, Adrian. Let us forget about everything except right here, right now.” It didn’t take him long to attach his mouth to hers, stoking the fires of desire that had momentarily dimmed as the seriousness surrounded them. The hand that had become motionless on her inner thigh started caressing her flesh in slow, agonizing sweeps. Closer and closer he moved to her aching, wet cleft. The torture of his touch had her groaning against his skillful mouth. The sound didn’t spur him into action like she hoped it would. Instead he took his time, teasing her until she was undulating against him.
    Finally,