He pressed a soft kiss to her neck, to the crook of her shoulder. His kisses soothed Bridget’s tension, sending her worrying thoughts far away. Adrian lowered his arm, gently urging her shielding arms back down to her side.
“Perfect,” he whispered reverently, stepping back so his lips could reach the nape of her neck. “So utterly perfect.”
Bridget whimpered as his kisses trailed down her spine, over the marks that her corset left across the small expanse of her back. She became faintly aware that Adrian had lowered himself to his knees with every kiss. Then his teeth sank sweetly into the supple flesh of her left buttock, and she let out a weak cry of surprise.
“Steady,” he murmured, reached for her hips, and turned her.
Bridget’s eyes met Adrian’s as he then lifted up her left foot, slipping her slipper from her foot, then did so with the right. He then stroked his hands up her legs, tracing delicately over her knees until he reached the hem of her left stocking. He gathered the delicate fabric with his fingertips, then slowly pulled it down, pressing kisses to her inner thigh as she lifted her heel and let him drag it away.
The right stocking came next, and when Adrian finished, he sat back on his ankles and looked slowly up at Bridget from bare feet to head. Bridget swallowed as her shallow breaths grew shaky. She had been naked in front of him before, but this felt different. Before her clothes had been removed in a flurry of need, herbody had been quickly covered with caresses and kisses.
Now, though, Adrian just stared, the blacks of his dilated pupils so large that the blue she loved so much was now barely present. He looked at her as if he were starved and thirsting. As if she were the only thing that could sate him.
“Look at you, my beauty,” he whispered, his deep, rasping voice full of awe as he stared so deeply into her eyes.
Satisfaction glimmered in Adrian’s eyes, and he rose from his knees with a deliciously wicked smirk.
“Tell me more about what you want,” he commanded, his hands moving to his cravat.
Her eyes fell to the movement, hunger slaking her insides.
“I like the way you taste,” she confessed, feeling bolder with each word.
Adrian held out his cravat and dropped it to the floor, then began to unbutton his waistcoat.
“I like the way your hardness feels in my mouth. The way it jerks and bobs when I press my tongue to the vein underneath,” she breathed.
Adrian’s hands stilled on the last button of his waistcoat. His lips dropped open slightly, as if he struggled to breathe.
“Hell,” he choked out. “I swear I felt you do so when you said that.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, as if struggling with his need, then pulled his waistcoat away. Bridget’s eyes dropped to his waist, and satisfaction roiled through her veins when she found the tented evidence of his pleasure.
“I like to hear your moans as I give you pleasure,” Bridget pressed on, feeling her body grow hotter by the second. “I want to know that I—and I alone—can make you make those sounds.”
Such a moan escaped from Adrian’s chest as he pulled off his shirt, revealing those taut muscles she loved to feel against her so much. Her eye roamed freely over his biceps and forearms, over the rigid planes of his pectorals and abdominal muscles. Her mouth watered as she thought of gliding the tip of her tongue over every single one of them.
Adrian’s hand moved to his trousers, his fingers ready to flick the buttons free at her next confession. A sudden bout of impatience moved through Bridget at his pause, realizing she was teasing herself just as much as he was teasing her. Already between her thighs, she felt the warm wetness of her need, trickling in tiny droplets down to her inner knee.
“I want… I want…” Bridget panted, growing distracted by her desire. Her hand moved of its own accord to her sex, her fingers brushing softly over the throbbing, taut bud between her legs, and she whimpered.
“Don’t you dare,” Adrian warned, a predatory look suddenly gleaming in his eyes as he tilted his head and focused on her sex. “That ismine.”
Bridget moaned at his possessiveness and obediently moved her hand away.
“Say it, Bridget,” Adrian groaned. “Say what you want, and it is yours.”
Her breath came out in a rush as she felt her entire body begin to tremble with pent-up need.
“I want you,” she confessed, breaking the unspoken rule and stepping toward him. “I want you inside me. I want you to make me yours.”
A tortured sound rumbled from Adrian’s chest, and in the next few seconds, several things happened at once. He loosened his breeches, pulled them and his briefs down, and kicked them away. Bridget’s eyes were barely able to settle on his deliciously naked form before he was lifting her up in his arms and smashing his mouth down on hers.
A hungry moan poured from Bridget’s throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck, not noticing that Adrian was carrying her to the bed. It was only when she felt it bounce off the mattress beneath her that she realized they had even moved at all.
Adrian’s hands stroked and groped needily over her bare flesh as they kissed, and Bridget discovered that her touch as well was no longer shy. She dragged her nails down the muscles of his back, loving the way it made him groan into her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, loving the way the tip of his throbbing manhood tapped against her slick entrance.
Bridget bucked her hips, signaling to Adrian that she was ready—but instead of sinking himself inside of her, Adrian pinned her hips with his hands, drew back from their kiss, and stopped.
