His silence was my cue.
I continued, “Find who sent those men and send them to their maker.” My tone was laced with anger and venom.
He looked at me with a wicked grin, as if gladdened by my words. “They’re as good as dead.”
I let out a soft sigh and embraced him tightly. The intoxicating scent of his cologne awakened my desires with each passing second. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands caressing the soft fabric of my robe.
Discreetly, I pushed my groin against his, and my heart skipped a beat when I felt his erection. His cock was hard within his pants, tempting me to reach down and touch it.
The air was charged with something electric, and the longer I remained in his hold, the more I craved him.
Although neither of us said a word, the tension around us did the talking. I raised my head and met his gaze. The hunger in his eyes was clear as crystal—he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
We stared at each other for a moment, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I knew what was coming next. I knew there was no denying it this time. We were hooked by the flames of lust and desire.
In a heartbeat, our faces collided in the heat of passion. The kiss was fierce and fervent, leaving us breathless. I threwmy arms around his neck, my tongue invading his mouth as our heads moved in sync.
He devoured my lips as though he’d been waiting forever to taste them. His hand grabbed my ass, delicately massaging my butt cheeks.
I broke the kiss and took a step back, my chest heaving with anticipation. He watched me in silence, wondering why I withdrew from him. However, before he could speak, my fingers had already begun loosening the knot around my robe.
Once done, I slowly shed it, allowing the soft fabric to drop to my feet. His brows raised, his eyes roaming over my naked body.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, almost to himself.
I watched him step forward while drinking in the sight in front of him. He placed his hands on my hips before tracing the gentle curve of my body. His touch drew moans from my mouth, making me tremble in fear and anxiety.
He reclaimed my lips while fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples. I dared to feel the length of his erection over the fabric of his pants.
It was big.
Fuck.
He whisked me into the air and carried me over to the bed, where he set me down on my back. He kissed my lips again, then the nape of my neck.
I moaned quietly, my heart swelling with desire.
He took my small breasts in his mouth, one at a time. The chill of his tongue sent shivers down my spine as he sucked them so deliciously.
His hands caressed the rest of my body, each delicate touch helping my muscles relax. The more he explored my curves and contours, the more I felt my anxiety dissipating into thin air.
He left my chest region and began sliding down. Lower and lower. He kissed my belly button and then glanced up at me before sliding his tongue along my wet entrance.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, biting my lower lip.
“Allow me to help you relax,” he whispered.
My breath ceased as he went down on me, licking and sucking. My fingers clutched around the sheets in an attempt to anchor myself to reality. I let out a soft purr, my toes curling in ecstasy.
I’d never felt more alive, never felt this kind of sensation coursing through me before.
He was excellent with his tongue and listened to how my body was responding to him. Adrik maintained the same rhythm on my swollen clit. He twirled his tongue in circles, performing crazy techniques that left me gasping for air.
“Adrik, oh, Adrik!” I moaned, my back arching in response to the magic of his tongue.
He held my thighs in place and continued eating.
“Fuck!” I gripped the sheets beneath me and began tugging at them.
