It wasn’t enough.
Mariah raked her nails down his back. Skimmed them over his side to his stomach, smiling slyly at his groan. Slipped her hand between them, under the waistband of his cotton pants, wrapping her fingers around his hard length.
He broke from her then, chest heaving, lips swollen and dark hair brushing her forehead.
A thrill of delight tore through her when she squeezed her fingers around his cock, pumping him slowly, and the fire in his eyes grew pained.
As always, he met her at every stage. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her free of him and pinning her arm to the furs.
He lowered his mouth to her ear, breath coasting across her cheek. “You know I love the way you play those games,nio. But first, I want to watchyou.”
She lifted a brow. “Watch me?”
He nodded, smirking. “Those memories of watching you come undone around your fingers, pretending they were mine, are some of the only ones that kept me sane in that place. I dreamed of the chance to make what was once pretend a reality.”
Heat flooded her face and she knew from the way his smirk widened that her cheeks were filled with that embarrassing shade of pink. His free hand—the one not holding her wrist—brushed her cheek.
“Always with that blush, princess.”
A retort slid up her throat, landing on her tongue. Before it could slip past her lips, he was grabbing her other hand and sliding both her arms above her head, pinning them down in one of his.
Shock spiked through her, brow furrowing. “What?—”
He pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh,” he murmured. “I can’t have you interfering. It’smyturn.”
Mariah would’ve been angry, if the way he looked down at her—possessive, hungry, wild—wasn’t so fuckinghot.
So, when he lifted his finger from her mouth, her bottom lip fell into a half-hearted pout, but she didn’t argue.
Andrian let out a breathy chuckle. “Good girl,nio.” His finger traced down her cheek, following the column of her throat. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you listen.”
That gods-damned hand moved to her chest, skimming under the swell of her breast. Her skin pebbled and he circled a peaked nipple, grinning at how she shivered and strained beneath him.
He was getting way too much enjoyment out of this.
Then again, so was she.
He continued his path over the plane of her stomach, reaching the waistband of her leathers. They were comfortable and breathable but suddenly felt like far too much clothing between them. She struggled, hoping he would understand and let her up to remove them. Instead, he pressed his hand flat to her stomach, pinning her to the blankets.
He didn’t say anything; he just arched a brow at her, and she fell still.Bastard.
When his hand slipped under her leathers, her anger fell away, forgotten.
He was never one to waste time, and he certainly wasn’t like that now. His long fingers found her center, forehead falling to hers with a groan as he ran them through her wetness.
“I missed you,” he whispered against her temple, and her heart almost stopped.
She met his tanzanite gaze unflinchingly. “I missed you, too. So fucking much.”
Something flashed in those eyes, and when he crashed his lips to hers, he pushed a finger inside.
He worked her skillfully, as if he’d been born to do just this for her, Mariah gasping and writhing beneath him. Fuck, maybe he had. It didn’t matter, though. Not as he pushed another finger in and curled to reach that spot, all while his palm pressed firmly against her clit.
He bit her lip again as he withdrew his fingers, moving to circle that sensitive place between her legs. Her head tossed back, hair fanning around behind her, and he nipped the lobe of her ear.
“Be my dreams, Mariah,” he murmured. “Come for me. Let me have it all.”
Gods, she was already so close. Weeks of pent-up longing swept her away. She chased that feeling higher and higher, letting it arch up around her, colors bursting across her vision.
