“Love me like the moon intended.
All the way through the darkness.”
—A.J. Lawless
With Adam’s hand still locked around my neck, he drags his thumb along the bottom of my jaw, lifting my chin until my head falls back and I’m staring at the ceiling.
My pulse thumps against his grasp.
He slides his palms down my body, his movements agonizingly slow, but there’s nothing teasing about the way he does it. His grip is firm, burning into my skin and branding every curve. From my collarbone to my breasts, to my waist then my hips, he leaves a trail of goose bumps everywhere he touches.
I shudder when he presses his face to my exposed neck. He breathes me in and tastes me with his tongue, a rough groan rumbling through him. He wraps his strong arms around my back, then pulls me in so tightly I have to suck in a breath. We’re flush against each other—breasts to chest, stomach to abs—as he pulls my skin between his teeth. My eyes fall shut because, fuck, I never knew it could feel so good to have someone clutch me like I’m their life support.
A gruff sound vibrates against my neck before he prowls forward, and my back hits the soft rug. I try to lift my head to watch, but his grasp finds my hair, keeping my scalp on the floor. His hand is everywhere, avoiding only the bandages as he travels roughly down my body—squeezing, digging, bruising—and I swear he’s trying to crawl under my skin.
Breathing heavy, I lift my hips, instinctively seeking friction. Giving a low growl, he clamps my pussy with his large hand and shoves me back to the floor. A deep-rooted moan escapes my lips, the raw strength of him making me quiver. He quiets me by sucking on my bottom lip and biting down, hard.
It’s the closest we’ve come to a kiss, the tang of blood hitting my tongue, and I return the favor by scraping my nails down his shoulder blades. He grunts and takes it, his muscles flexing under my hands, and,god, it feels so good not to hold back.
His raw, carnal energy is the match to my flames. In this moment, I don’t care if I’m swallowed up and left as ash scattered in the wind.
At least then I’d get to fly.
His forehead dips, and he inhales my hair, then his fingers are snaking up my ass, spreading my cheeks apart before roaming back down and stretching my slit. He expertly traces both areas with his fingers, like he’s memorizing the feel of me.
My skin is set ablaze as I bite down on his neck. A rough sound climbs up his throat. He plunges two fingers deep inside me, bending and flexing, and my jaw drops.
“Oh, god ...”
When his thumb presses on my other entrance, I gasp. He doesn’t enter, only teases as his forefingers pump ruthlessly between my thighs, and tingles erupt straight to my core at the combination. Just when I throw my head back and close my eyes, his hand disappears.
I protest through a breathless groan, but he’s already hauling me to my feet.
I only catch his gaze for a second as he moves behind me, but one second is all I need to see it. His expression is clouded over, his hair wild and falling over his forehead, his muscles rippling—but it’s the look in his eyes that makes my heart stutter.
It’s smooth dark syrup dipped in madness, then rolled into a blanket of obsession and pain.
It’ssavage.
My toes curl as I soak it in. I’ve never stared directly into eyes quite like his. And, yet, my chest aches like he’s calling straight to me.
I’m spun around and bent over the bed, his hand pressing down on my back. My pulse races when my cheek touches the cool sheets. A glint of silver on the nightstand catches my eye. I swallow, realizing his knife is less than an arm’s reach from us, already open.
Without warning, he shoves his cock deep inside me. A strangled groan rumbles from his throat at the same moment an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain shoots through my body. He pulls me up so my knees are on the bed, his chest heaving and his breaths blending with mine. Bracing the inside of my thigh with one hand and clutching my breast with the other, he has every curve of mine flush against him while he slams into me, again and again, stretching me to my limit.
My mouth falls open as I take it, my thighs clenching from the addictive sensations rolling over me. It’s primal, the way he fucks me. Like he’s trying to fuck a lifetime of demons free.
I’ll take it all. Everything he gives me.
I bring my hands up and behind me to clutch his shoulders, and he somehow pumps faster. Our skin is slick with sweat, my damp hair tangled between us. He drags his hand from my thigh to my clit, his fingers working as hard as his cock, and I can’t stop the mewls from pouring out.
I release one of his shoulders to tease his bicep and forearm, getting high on the delicious ripples of muscles flexing as he rubs my clit.
“Fuck,” I moan, dropping my forehead as pleasure rakes over me.
A deep rumble vibrates from his chest to my back. His thrusts become violent as he loses control, then his hand disappears from my breast and curls around my neck, squeezing. I stiffen, but his fingers only continue to sink into my throat.
“Adam,” I pant, gripping his arm.
