Chapter 23

Victoria

 

 

 

I didn’t know if I believed Adrian when he had said he was getting a divorce. He had given me no reason to believe anything he said when it came to his wife. But after what he had said about his brother and Theo, I wanted to believe him.

I silenced the voice in the back of my head that kept shouting at me to not do this and looked up at the man I wanted to be all mine. “Come to bed, Adrian.”

With his eyes glued to mine, he undressed then climbed into bed beside me. He was reaching for me before his back even touched the mattress, pulling me down with him as his lips found mine.

Yes, I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t give a fuck right then. I was tired of wanting yet not having, tired of fighting what I felt.

He was mine, and we both knew that I was his. There was no use in fighting it any more. I didn’t care what people would say. Didn’t care that my father was going to blow a gasket when he found out. Nothing mattered but the feel of his mouth on me, his hands touching every inch of my skin, and finding a relief to the throbbing need that was burning me alive.

Adrian sucked my bottom lip between his teeth then broke the kiss, only to lick his way down my neck and bite into my shoulder. My head fell back onto the pillows, giving him access to my entire body.

With one hand, he cupped my breast, squeezing and massaging, pinching the hardened nipple and making me whimper with the pleasure. His lips went from my shoulder, kissing a trail to my collarbone, and then down to the breast he was playing with. Hungrily, he sucked my nipple, pressing it against the roof of his mouth and forcing more needy noises from my throat. I melted into the bed, my legs spreading willingly, invitingly.

Without lifting his head, he moved his hand lower, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin along the way. Dipping into my panties, he then spread my pussy lips with his middle finger, rubbing over my clit and sending little electric currents shooting throughout my entire body.

I could feel his hunger shaking through his body, but he was taking his time, touching me with tender strokes, teasing me until I knew I was going to go mad with how much I wanted him inside me.

He moved his mouth from one breast to the other, sucking my nipple so carefully that I thought I was going to cry from how good it felt. He teased his thumb over my clit, barely putting any pressure on it as he rubbed a figure eight over it.

I couldn’t keep my hands still, rubbing them over his back, biting my fingers into his flesh, trying to urge him to suck on me harder, to touch me rougher.

“Adrian, please,” I cried when he only continued to torture me with his careful lovemaking. “I need … more.”

“Shh …” he said against my flesh. “Let me make this good for you. Let me worship you.”

“It is good,” I whimpered as he pushed his middle finger into me up to the first knuckle. “It’s so good it’s killing me. Touch me like you can’t get enough of me,” I begged. “Touch me like you’ll die if you don’t.”

He lifted his head and looked down at me through heavy, ravenous eyes. “Trust me, my love. That is exactly how I’m touching you right now. This is what I’ve dreamed of doing from the first moment I set eyes on you. Don’t rush me, kotyonok.”

I swallowed hard and lifted up onto my elbows. “Then let me touch you, too. Let me …” I didn’t know what I wanted him to let me do. Other than what little lovemaking we had experienced, that was the limit to my knowledge of how to give him the same pleasure he was giving me. Despite that, I was a quick learner and knew I could find all the ways that made him beg for more.

Adrian covered my mouth with his own, silencing me. While he kept me distracted with his lips, he caught both of my hands in one of his and lifted them above my head.

“We have a lifetime for that. For now, just enjoy.”

Releasing my hands, he moved down my body, tugging my panties down my thighs and making quick work of getting rid of them. Then he opened his mouth over my pussy, and I couldn’t think, only feel.

He pressed his tongue over my slit and licked up to my clit before circling it with the tip then going back to my entrance. He dipped his tongue inside, tasting my innocence. My hands fisted in the covers on either side of me, my hips lifting in search of a deeper penetration.

He growled greedily against my clit, sending little shock waves shooting through my stomach. It felt so good, and I couldn’t catch my breath.

He then pushed my legs open wider so he could delve his tongue deeper. He kissed my pussy with deep, open-mouthed kisses, thrusting his tongue deeply. He made a growling sound each time more of my need would flood into his mouth.

I was close and he knew it. He grasped my ass in both hands, pressing me up into his face closer, as if he was going to devour every part of me.

“Oh, God!” I screamed as everything deep inside of me tightened then exploded in a rush of hot cream flooding out of me. “Adrian, please.”

“That’s it, kotyonok. Fuck, I love the way you taste. I could eat you all night.”

He licked up every drop of my release, and once I was clean, he kept licking my pussy. I felt his teeth nip at my clit, waking my body back up before it had even had time to completely calm down from that first explosive release. He sucked my clit with more force than he had before, hyping my body up all over again until I was screaming his name with yet another release.

Over and over again, he made me come for him, proving to me he really could eat me all night. But I wanted more. With each release, I only craved another one, and I wanted him inside of me, dammit. I was too weak to do more than beg, though. My body was too languid from having just come so many times.

“I need you,” I begged, my voice hoarse from all the screaming he had made me do. “Please, cuore mio. I need you.”

His head snapped up. “Say it again.”

“I need you.”

“No,” he said in a growl-like voice. “The other.”

I closed my eyes and turned my head away, just then realizing what I had said.

I didn’t want to say it again, didn’t want to give him the words that meant he was my heart. It was true, had never stopped being true, but I didn’t want to make myself so vulnerable to him like that again.

“Victoria.” He had shifted, his lips at my ear now. “Say it again, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

A tear slipped from the corner of my closed eyes, but he quickly kissed it away.

“I love you, kotyonok. I love you so fucking much. I’m so sorry I hurt you, but I swear to you, I will never do it again.”

He was shifting again, and I felt the hardness of his cock as he rubbed it between my folds. My body quivered with renewed pleasure.

He brushed his lips over my closed eyes, then my cheek, before kissing the corner of my mouth.

“Do you want me to beg?” He thrust his hips, rubbing his cock up and down my slit. “Is that what you want?”

I bit into my bottom lip in an attempt to hold back my whimper at how good his silk covered hardness felt against my pussy. The tip teased my opening each time before sliding back up to my clit, working me toward yet another release, his body shaking with the effort it was costing him to hold back from sinking into me.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me what I have to do to make you love me again.”

His voice was so tortured that it forced a sob out of me.

I lifted my lashes to look up at him, letting the tears fall freely. “I do love you. I never stopped,” I confessed brokenly.

He cupped my face in one hand, his fingers trembling. “Then say it. Give me the words you know I ache for.”

I stroked my fingertips over his jaw, uncaring in that moment that I was opening myself up to even more pain in the long run. “I love you, cuore mio. Please, make love to me. I need you.”

With a groan that seemed to be torn from his soul, he finally gave me what I wanted. He reached between us, wrapping his fingers around his girth and positioning himself at my entrance. Slowly, inch by thick inch, he pushed into me.

My body burned as he stretched my tender walls with his girth, but I loved it, was too lost in how good it felt to care about the small amount of pain he was causing right then.

When his cock touched the proof of my virginity, his eyes flared possessively before he lowered his head, capturing my lips in a kiss that made me forget about everything and everyone else but us in that moment. He then thrust forward roughly, his tip breaking through the thin barrier as he sank deeper into my body.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my lips, and I felt the sweat that was coating his entire body. “Nothing has ever felt this good, Victoria. Nothing.”

He pulled back, then thrust in to me even rougher, as if he didn’t have control over himself now that he had finally allowed himself to have me. The sharp pain of his next thrust was more intense than when he had actually torn through my hymen, but my body was so hyped up from actually getting to feel him deep inside that I didn’t care.

I bit my nails into his back as he thrust into me again and again, shooting me higher toward a building orgasm that promised to be more intense than anything I had ever felt before.

“Yes,” I moaned when he finally gave up the last of his control and moved faster, taking me hard and furiously in his need to find completion. “You feel so good inside of me, cuore mio. I love it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

With a groan, he flipped us so I was the one over top of him, not once losing our connection. He helped me push up so I was sitting on his lap, his cock deep inside of me. I reached behind me, steadying myself on his thighs as I experimented with how to move my hips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, cupping my breasts as I found a pace that satisfied us both.

My pussy walls clenched around him when he pinched my nipples, tugging on the tips. My hips lifted and fell on his hardness, his balls slapping against my ass each time I dropped down on him. He was having fun playing with my breasts, driving me wild and making my pussy gush around him.

“Mmm …” I moaned. “This feels so good. I don’t want it to end.”

“I know. Fuck, I know.” He lowered his hands to my hips, easily spanning across my lower abdomen until he brushed his thumbs over my exposed clit. That added stimulation only drove my need higher, and I rode his cock hard.

I could feel him growing harder inside of me, his fingers biting into my flesh as he tried to fight his quickly approaching release. I wanted to watch his face as he came inside me, wanted to know what he would look like when he finally exploded.

I was so intent on watching him that my own release snuck up on me, sending me crashing toward the stars.

I fell across his chest, but he wasn’t done with me yet.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me against him as he pounded up into me, racing toward his release. I held his shoulders, pressing my lips against his chest as he rode me through the last of my orgasm, making my pussy gush more and more for him.

“Yes!” he roared as his cock began to spasm inside me, filling me with his come. “Fuck Victoria, yes. I love you. God, I love you.”