Chapter 27
“Why?” Bridget breathed.
Adrian hated how much hurt shone in her eyes when he stopped her. Hated that even for a second she thought he did not want her. It was the exact opposite. He wanted her so very badly that he had nearly lost his senses, and that would simply not do. Their first time together was too important to him, and he was determined to make it everything Warren had not.
So he stopped, forced himself to breathe, and wrangled his need until he had more control.
“I want you to enjoy this,” he whispered, letting go of her hips.
“I am,” she insisted, and Adrian loved how she squirmed beneath him as if her body was trying to prove so.
“Patience, love,” he commanded, then leaned down to kiss her lips, bruised by his roughness. “Patience.”
Bridget whimpered at his softness, as if protesting it. Then he felt her body begin to relax beneath him, and a moment later, she moaned. Adrian kissed his way down her neck, her breasts,ignoring the way his cock screamed at him for stopping the rushed ecstasy from before.
He kissed further down, tracing his tongue over her navel, then down to her mons, until he could nestle between her legs and feast at his own will.
Pleasure surged through him as her back arched and a long, drawn-out moan left her lips the moment he slid his tongue over her sex. His own moan joined hers as he found her already flooding for him, and he made no move to disguise the wet sounds of his feasting. He drank from her freely, tonguing and swallowing until her thighs tightened around his head in the way he loved, and Bridget moaned his name.
Her climax rushed over his tongue, and he greedily drank it, reveling in every spasm he felt from her body as she sank into her release.
“See what happens when you are patient?” He could not help but tease.
Bridget let out a soft laugh, which turned into a soft gasp as he thrust two fingers into her flooded core. His body ached for its own release as he felt her inner walls clamp tightly around his digits; a prelude of what was to come.
“Please,” Bridget whimpered, tugging on the locks of his raven hair as he rhythmically worked his fingers inside of her.
“Do you think I will give you what you want so easily, Bridget? I want you begging, I want you remembering nothing but my name tonight.”
Bridget sat up as he moved to his knees, his fingers still rhythmically stroking her as they met one another’s eyes. Abeautiful flush had taken over her flesh from her cheeks all the way to her breasts; her eyes were dilated in the dim candlelight. Her body looked ready.Feltready. But he needed to hear it.
“Tell me what you need, my sweet wife.”
“Please, Adrian,” she said. Not in a whisper. Not in a whimper or a moan. It was a firm, consciouspleasethat radiated from her very soul—and it was beautiful to hear.
“Wrap your arms around me,” Adrian commanded, his tone thick with need.
Bridget obeyed, slipping her arms around his neck as he removed his fingers and lowered her back down to the bed. He relished the feel of her embrace as he guided his aching cock to her hot core and lined himself up.
“Breathe with me, love,” he rasped, then surged his hips forward. Not all the way. Just enough to allow the head of his cock to fill her entrance.
Pleasure coursed through him as he noticed several things at once. The tight wetness of her core. The flutter of her long eyelashes. The hitch in her breath as her back arched and her head tipped back against the pillow.
God.He was already in heaven, and he was not even to the hilt yet.
Adrian drew his hips back, breathing through the mounting need in his pelvis, then thrust again, this time a little deeper.
“Adrian,” Bridget breathed, her fingertips tightening into his shoulder blades.
“Open your eyes, Bridget,” he rasped, drawing back once more, deliberately denying them both. “Look at me. I want you watching when I make you mine.”
Her eyes flew open at once, golden irises bright and unfocused within blown pupils. Her brows lifted, and her lips parted as he surged forth again, his own moan pulling from his throat as he felt her tight inner muscles clench and suckle him. He withdrew again, teeth clenched as he dragged in a steadying breath, every ounce of control narrowing to a razor’s edge.
“I need more,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Adrian… please. Give me all of it.”
That was the last thread of restraint he had left.
Adrian swore under his breath, his restraint finally snapping as he drove himself fully into her, claiming the space with a decisive thrust. Bridget cried out, her body responding instantly, drawing him in, holding him there as though she would never let go. The sensation was so overwhelming that he pressed his forehead to hers, his breath shuddering as he held himself buried deep.
