Adrian's Wrath by Jenika Snow Page B

as if the world was now complete, he placed his palm against her pussy. Muscles clenched with the need to be filled. “Tell me where you want my fingers.” He murmured the words against her lips, and she sucked in air as her heart thundered behind her ribs. Despite how moist and swollen her lips were from his kisses, Brea licked them. Could she tell him what she wanted? Thoughts of Cameron and what he had made her do tried to impose on her time with Adrian, but she pushed them back with a fierceness she hadn’t known she possessed.
    “I—” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and just let herself be free with him. “I want you to touch my…” God, could she actually say it aloud? Just do it. Get over this hurdle. “I want you to touch my pussy.” She said “pussy” on a breathless moan. His whole body shook atop hers, and his hand clenched on her inner thigh.
    “God, Brea. You have no idea how turned on I am right now.” The feel of his tongue on the shell of her ear had a small gasp escaping her. When his hand finally molded between her thighs, she arched her back and cried out. It felt so damn good. Almost too good. “Fuck. You’re so hot and wet.” His mouth kissed her ear. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? Your little silk panties are soaked, sweetheart.”
    “Yes, Adrian. I am so ready for you.” His thickly callused fingers slid along the edge of her underwear, teasing her, tempting her. He hooked the digit around the elastic where her thigh and labia met, moving it to the side, stroking over her pussy lips. A fresh gush of moisture left her. The dress needed to go, like an hour ago. Placing her hands on his chest, she gave a gentle push. Instantly he was off her, giving her space. The look on his face told her he thought she was pushing him away for a completely different reason. The expression on his face was calm, understanding. Only a second passed between them and then she was gripping the hem of her dress and lifting it above her head. When the material was gone, he stared at her with half-lidded eyes. She still wore her panties and strapless bra, but the look he gave her made her feel totally naked.
    “You are so incredibly beautiful. Do you realize that, Brea?”
    Throat so dry she might as well have swallowed sand, she shook her head. Cameron might have told her she was beautiful, but his words had held an acid undertone and his actions had proved differently. The fierce look in Adrian’s eyes had her feeling bolder. She moved onto her hands and knees and crawled toward him. The heat from his body wrapped around her and she found herself lifting her hand and running it along the collar of his shirt.
    “Be with me, Adrian.” The soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated his powerful body, and when he reached behind him and gripped his shirt, effectively pulling it over his head, everything around her stopped. The muscles of his upper body flexed as he moved. They were so pronounced, and with the dark spiraling tattoos that covered his biceps and pectoral muscles he seemed every bit as powerful as a god. He reached for her, bringing her body flush with his and kissing her senseless. Their combined breathing was fast and labored, and she knew she couldn’t wait any longer. Already she had let so much of her life slip away, but not now, not with Adrian.
    With expert movements, he gripped her waist and pulled her up so she was straddling his hips. Jeans still covered his lower body, but the definite outline of his erection pressed incessantly against her. Laying her against the cool cotton sheets, he leaned over her, running his tongue along every square inch of her exposed flesh. Goose bumps formed along her body and she found herself gripping onto his shoulders, pulling him closer. He moved his body lower, kissing a scorching trail of wet kisses until his hot breath teased the skin right above her panties. Her gaze was riveted to the sight of his dark head gazing up from