20
ADRIANA
I found him seated in his office in the dark. He was in his leather chair which he had propped by the window. His laptop was perched on his lap, but his head was thrown back as he stared at the sky.
He spoke as I walked in. “The stars are out tonight.”
“What are you doing out here alone? It’s nearly two in the morning.” I came up to him, standing between his legs as I stroked his cheek.
“Well after you fainted what else was I supposed to do?”
He winked at me and laughed as I playfully swatted his arm. “I did not faint. I fell asleep from exhaustion.”
“If you say so,” he set his laptop aside and tugged me in close.
His hands roamed up under his shirt and cupped my plush cheeks. He brought one hand down to the bottom curve and outlined my scars. “You’re beautiful with or without them, you know.”
I smiled. “I think you taught me that,” I caressed his face, loving how he kissed the palm of my hand.
“Did I?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Good. Because you are, and if I ever get my hands on him, I’d beat that man who made you feel any less, to a pulp. His ugliness should have never been reflected on you.”
I leaned down and kissed his forehead, loving how his frown would disappear with my kisses.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
It was my turn to frown. “What for?”
“I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready for you, and I know I hurt you.”
“I wasn’t ready either.” I brought his hand around and pressed it to my cheek, kissing his palm like he had mine.
“What did you ever see in me, Sugar?”
“Everything. Kindness, pain, uncertainty, lust, longing. Your eyes were a reflection of my own and they swept me away.”
His eyes searched mine in earnest and he warmly pressed his hand to my cheek. “Why are you so damn beautiful.”
“And why are you such a handsome devil?”
“Handsome devil? I like that. Although I prefer you calling me your Dark Knight.”
He winked at me and my eyes widened. “Where did you hear that?”
“You murmured it as you drifted off into that exhaustion earlier. Leaving me quite unsatisfied, might I add.”
He caressed my lips and stared at me for a long moment. “Did you really think I would kiss another woman while I still had the taste of you on my tongue?”
I shrugged, and he tugged me closer, bringing himself up so that his lips brushed against mine. “Kissing you is like getting a breath of fresh air. It’s clarity and confusion all at once. It’s an unending coveted desire. Nothing compares to it, Adriana. I was yours and yours alone.
I leaned into him, crawling onto his lap.
“I love you,” I whispered against his mouth. His heated palms ran up my thighs, riding my shirt up to expose my bare pussy.
“Fuck, Shug,” he groaned huskily, and I moved against him, loving how he grew harder beneath me.
“I need to feel you inside me again.”
He lifted his hips allowing my core to run along his covered cock. “Let me please you, baby.”
“Fuck,” he leaned back and watched me as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slide down my shoulders and onto the floor as my hips rolled against him.
“Those Latin hips are going to be my undoing.”
I giggled. “I hope so.”
He reached into his briefs and pulled his hard length out and I couldn’t help but moan as he pulsed against me.
Gripping my hips he leaned forward, bringing us chest to chest. He wrapped an arm around me as the other continued to stroke his cock against me.
“Don’t ever leave me again, Baby Girl. I’ll always find you.”
“Never,” I gasped as he lifted me, perching his cock at my entrance.
“Take me, Sugar. Put me where you want me.”
I gasped as I teasingly slid down his throbbing thickness. My eyes never left his as I started to love him. My movements were slow, meant to torture, to tease. Heat ran through both of us as I took him inside of me, pulsing around him, showing him with my body what my heart always felt.
A feeling of completion ran through me making me shudder. This was love. It was madness, confusion, desire, and forgiveness. It was fighting for that one person who makes you feel like you are their world.
He was my storm, my chaos, my coveted desire.