God, it feels so good.
I dig my nails into his back with my free hand, and he groans as he releases the knife, leaving it in my grasp, to lift me off the dresser. My legs curl around his hips before he strides across the room and shoves my back against the wall.
Bracing the wall with one hand, he drives into me faster, harder, pulling mewls from my throat with every thrust. Panting, I wrap both arms around him, clawing and gasping as I grind, clench, and quiver.
“Oh, fuck.” My eyes flutter shut. Pleasure pulses through my core and squeezes. “Adam ...”
A growl rumbles through him as he bites my collarbone and grips me harder. He fucks me with everything he has. My jaw drops, spasms spreading like wildfire along my limbs. Rough grunts vibrate against me as he loses himself, his whole body trembling like my own, and it unravels me. My muscles seize from the pure intensity rocking through me.Shit. Wave after wave hits, and he clamps my face between his fingers and thumb, forcing my eyes open so we’re staring straight into each other as we come apart.
The look in his eyes steals the breath from my lungs. His eyelids are lowered, his face twisted—almost pained—as a deep shudder tears through him. My chest heaves when I finally start to come down, and warm liquid spills over my fingers from behind his back.
What the hell?
With my bones heavy and spent, I slide my hands up and over his shoulders so I can see them. My eyes widen as red cloaks them, the knife still in my grasp.
Oh my god.
“Adam ...”
He just stares at me, clutching my waist like he might never let me go as the darkness simmers. Something unfamiliar, warmer, seeps into the deep blue of his irises.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, dropping the knife and bringing my shaky, blood-stained fingers to his cheeks. “I-I don’t know how—I didn’t realize—”
He leans in and sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, teasing me with his tongue. Even as confusion clouds my eyes, delicious sparks explode inside my chest. My entire body is still shaking with need for him. When he releases my lip, my shoulders slump, and I inch closer, silently begging for more. Instead, his arms squeeze around me, as though being flush together isn’t close enough, and he drops his damp forehead to mine. Heavy breaths pour over me as his eyes fall shut, and for a moment, he just holds me.
I can’t quiet the thumping of my heart, and I don’t want to. My head spins with bliss. I want it to last forever.
Just as I start to sink into him, his hands curl around my legs, and he lowers them, sliding me down his body until I’m on my feet. Coldness scatters along my skin at his absence, and an unpleasant shiver chases my spine.
I’m not ready.
His eyes darken while they roam over my body—skin flushed, coated in his sweat and blood. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. I step forward, but he turns away and swipes a hand down his face.
My gaze rakes over his shoulders and back, across the blood marring his muscles, and I gasp. The coat of red hides the depth and width of the cut, but I can see enough to tell it’s not superficial like my wounds. He’ll need stitches.
Dragging his fingers through his hair, he stalks toward the bathroom.
I follow after him, my hands shaking. “Adam—”
He stops at the door, tensing, but he still won’t look at me. “From now on,” he rasps, “you’re mine. In every sense of the word. You’re not to leave my side. Tell me you understand.”
My heart stutters, and I whisper, “I understand.”
