Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
The only thing that keeps ringing in my head is the word ‘home.’ I’ve never actually had one, not really, and the fact that Adrian is calling me his is triggering a dormant part of me I didn’t think existed.
The part who also wants a home and wants him to show me how much I’m his home.
Adrian drives slowly into me, the new position giving him a depth that allows him to hit me in a sensitive spot with each unhurried thrust.
“You’re so tight, Lenochka. Come on, open up to me.”
I realize then that he’s only taking it slow so he won’t hurt me. Despite his ruthless nature and his merciless punishments, Adrian sometimes treats me as if I’m a crystal glass that will break if he presses hard enough.
That might be true since he is, in fact, huge. He’s so big that I feel a burn every time he pounds inside, even though I’m soaking wet. But it’s the exquisite type. The type that moths wouldn’t mind being burned alive in as long as they get to taste it.
I dig my heels into his ass, urging him silently. Adrian’s lips capture mine as his rhythm increases. His kiss matches the ferocity of his thrusts. First, they’re deep and unhurried. Then, they’re fast and merciless, robbing me of any sense of reason.
It’s impossible to keep up, even if I try. My back hits the door, sliding over it and bumping against it to match the sharp power of his hips, of his kiss, of his whole body.
I’m a marionette in his hands, but he’s not taking my logic away. He’s engraving himself under my skin. He’s stealing my common sense and my breath. He’s opening doors inside me I didn’t realize existed.
Since he started kissing me, I haven’t longed for air. He’s my oxygen now. The reason I’m fighting tooth and nail to hold on to life.
The orgasm hits me so hard, I don’t see it coming until it blasts in my face. I roll my head back, my lips momentarily leaving his. “Aaaah… Adrian! Adrian!”
“Fuck, fuck.”
Hearing him curse only strengthens my orgasm. He’s not the type to curse usually, but he seems to have lost some of his iron control ever since he got me in his arms.
He powers into me with animalistic force, fucking me against the door with deep, furious strokes. “Repeat that. Repeat my name.”
“Adrian,” I whisper, then moan. “Adrian!”
For a moment in time, I feel like I’m suspended in mid-air. My head and heart are lightheaded. My scar doesn’t tingle, my chest doesn’t ache.
I’m free.
In Adrian’s arms, I’m free of everything and everyone. I’m just me.
Those thoughts expand the wave of my orgasm as it swallows me whole. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before and it scares me, but I ride it, anyway. My fingers dig into Adrian’s shoulders as a long whimper mixed with a moan spills from my lips.
Adrian comes then. I feel his cum warming my insides as his shoulders tighten beneath my fingers.
“Fuck,” he breathes out against the hollow of my neck.
But he doesn’t even pause as he steps out of his pants and boxers and carries me to the bathroom while he’s still inside me. He removes my gloves and my bra, throwing them behind him. My hands are bloodied, but Adrian doesn’t look at them with disgust, more like with pride.
I’m proud of you, he said.
You’re my home, he also said.
Am I still over the moon because of the orgasm or is this something entirely different?
He puts me on my feet, and I’m a bit unsteady, so he keeps a hand on my arm as he eases out of me. I shiver at the loss of him, then my eyes droop when his cum trickles down my legs.
Jesus. Is that supposed to be a turn-on?
Adrian watches the evidence of his thorough fucking as he shrugs off his shirt, revealing his hard muscles and the ethereal ink decorating his arms.
I want to touch them, to hold him, but it always feels like it’s not my place to do that. Like I have absolutely no claim on him to be able to study his tattoos.
Adrian hits the button and the water soaks us in a second. He slowly rubs the blood off my hands and uses a brush to remove it from under my nails. Then he moves on to my face, my neck, and my arms.
I’m about to melt from the way he touches me. The care in his eyes. The softness that doesn’t suit his character that he shows only to me.
When he’s done, he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up, digging his fingertips into my ass. Then he rams inside me in one ruthless stroke.
I come. Just like that.
I wasn’t even that aroused, but I think the way he washed me was so stimulating that all he had to do was enter me for me to orgasm.