Chapter Twenty Seven
Sophia ~
I can feel something is wrong. Adam has been keeping busy and at night he’s distant.
I keep telling myself I just need to be patient with him.
The days crawl by slowly. I try to do more in the kitchen so Miss Ella’s not on her feet so much. I can see where Adam gets his stubborn streak from because it’s impossible to keep her out of the kitchen.
I plan on talking to Adam tonight. I need to know what’s wrong. I’m not prepared to lose him, not for anything.
I sit on his bed, waiting for him to finish in the shower. When he comes out and he sees me sitting on the bed, he stops and just looks at me.
“When is your birthday?” he asks suddenly.
I frown and shake my head. “I think it’s in February. I’m not sure.”
There is a flash of pain in his eyes and I quickly scramble off of the bed. I go stand in front of him.
“It doesn’t matter. What matters,” I place my hand on his chest, hoping he’ll talk to me, “is that you tell me what’s been eating at you. I’m worried. You’ve been distant.”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” He takes my hand and leads me back to the bed. “Sit, I have something for you.”
The smile drops from my face and my lips part. My eyes are glued to him as he gets something from the cupboard. When he turns around, he’s holding something that looks like a box. He brings it over to me, and when he places it on my lap, I can only stare.
It’s a wooden box. My name is carved on the lid.
“I used the wood from the stables to make you this,” he whispers as he kneels in front of me.
I brush over the lid with my fingers, overwhelmed by the beautiful gift. “You made it for me?”
He smiles softly and says, “I was thinking you could write your bad memories down and then put them in the box. Once you’ve written the last of your memories we can bury the box.”
Tears start to spill over my cheeks and I give Adam a shaky smile. “Thank you for making me a memory box.”
He lifts his hand to my face and brushes a tear from my cheek. “Anything for you, Sweetheart.”
“The tree might’ve died when it was chopped down, and the wood might’ve burned in the fire but look at it now, it’s been shaped into something beautiful.”
“Just like you,” he whispers.
My eyes find his and I feel consumed by my love for him. I pray that I never have to face a day without him. He’s my world.
I place the box on the bedside table, and wait for Adam to rise to his full length. I look at his golden skin that spans tightly over his muscled chest.
For a moment Adam’s intense gaze holds mine and then I whisper, “I am going to kiss you.”
Standing on my toes, I press a kiss to his neck. Moving lower, I press another to his chest.
“What are you doing?” he whispers.
“I didn’t say which part of you I was going to kiss,” I whisper against his skin as I move a little lower.
“Oh,” he whispers.
“Lie down,” I demand, and when he obeys, a rush of adrenaline shoots through me. No man has ever obeyed me.
As I get on the bed and crawl over him, he says, “Did you plan this?”
“I hoped for it,” I laugh. I let my eyes drink in the sight of him beneath me and then I whisper, “I want you to be mine, Adam.”
My stomach is filled with tiny flutters as I watch his reaction to my words.
When his fingers skim over my hip, my heart sets off at a wild pace.
“I’m yours.” The words settle deep inside of me, giving me the courage to claim him.
I straddle him and press a kiss over his heart before crashing my mouth to his. When his tongue slips into my mouth, my body melts into his. This must be what heaven feels like.
His hand brushes against my side, then slips under my shirt and rests over my ribs. His touch is firm but gentle at the same time. No man has ever touched me like that. He has my full attention.
“Sophia, I want you,” he whispers. “I want all of you.” His words are a low growl from deep within his throat and it makes my abdomen clench with need. “I want you to keep eye contact with me so I can see that you’re with me.”
“Show me,” I whisper, hoping he’ll agree. I move off of him. Standing next to the bed, I unbutton the shirt. I only get to the second button, when he sits up. He starts on the third button, not taking his eyes from mine.
He stands up and pushes the shirt back so it falls from my shoulders. His eyes don’t leave mine as I stand naked in front of him.
His hands settle on my hips, and he moves me to the bed, then pushes me back. I lie down and hold my breath when he gets on the bed.
I can’t tear my eyes away from his, as he lies down next to me.
When his fingers brush against my stomach, my muscles clench. I experience the most sensual feeling, leaving me wanting so much more.
“Have you had an orgasm before?” he asks out of the blue.
I feel my cheeks flame up and I shake my head. “Slaves are not allowed to come, not that I would’ve – it hurt too much.”
His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me right up against him. He just holds me, watching me as I watch him.
I feel his hand slip down my body, over my abdomen, then he cups me. His movements are slow but intense, forcing me to focus on every single touch. He slips a finger inside of me, and whispers, “I’m going to make you come, Sweetheart.”
His hand starts to move slowly, and I don’t expect the wave of sensations that ripple through my body. I’ve been touched so many times, but not once did I feel anything but pain.
He’s so gentle with me and it only makes me fall more for him.
He moves down and positions himself between my legs. With his eyes on me, he pushes two fingers inside of me, and then his mouth closes on my clit.
The feeling is so intense, my hips lift from the bed as I grab for his hair.
My lips part as I watch him suck my clit. Every muscle in body tightens. I can’t get a sound out.
He kisses his way back up my body, and when I feel his full weight settle over me, I’m overcome with emotions.
He doesn’t take off his sweats as he settles between my legs. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy. I don’t understand what he plans on doing with the material between us, until his hips thrust forward and the material rubs against me.
I place my hands on his biceps. His thrusts are slow, every brush of the material against me feeling more intense. I can feel the hard outline of his cock, and it makes it feel like my heart is pulsing between my legs. My body starts to tighten and I bite at my bottom lip.
He thrusts against me again, and the head of his cock pushes inside of me. It’s only an inch because the material is holding him back. I wish he would remove the pants so I can feel all of him.
I slip my hands over his back and grab hold of the sweats. I try to push it down. I manage to shove the material from his ass. I glance down between us and see the dark hair covering his pelvis and the hilt of his cock, but the rest is still covered by the sweats.
“Eyes,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
My eyes settle on his again. Every time he thrusts forward, I feel the muscles in his ass work and it makes me sink my nails into his skin.
I feel restless, as if my body is winding tighter with every thrust. Keeping his body up with one arm, he rubs his cock against my clit until it feels like I’m going to lose my mind.
My body starts to tremble, and the most amazing feeling floods me. My hips start to move on their own and I push up against Adam just as he thrusts forward and the friction is wonderful. I gasp at the powerful feeling of feeling him against me.
There are no sounds of slapping skin. There’s no pain. No grunts. No filthy words.
There’s only us.
I bring my hands to his face, cupping his jaw. I look into his eyes and I see how much he cares about me. He’s not using my body for his pleasure.
Tears well in my eyes, as he tenderly moves against me, making a whimper escapes from me.
He keeps the torturous slow pace until it feels like I’m going to explode.
Delicious sensations wash over me, robbing me of my breath. My body tightens until I can’t move.
As I come apart under him, his breathing speeds ups. He drinks in the sight of me coming and it makes the waves of ecstasy hit even harder.
I watch as his lips part and his breaths rush from him. He doesn’t grunt or slam into me as he comes. His body trembles with mine until we both slump down from the passionate moment we just shared.
I’ve never felt so safe, so loved and so treasured before, and the emotions overwhelm me.