Page 79 of Adrift

“Fuck,” I grit out as I sink down a little harder, a little faster, relishing the last little stretch of him. “Fuck, I’m almost…”

There. I’m fully settled in his lap now, taking every goddamn inch of him, and my head is spinning, and that spot inside feelssofuckingperfectevery time he so much as twitches…

“Jesus, Kieran,” Gage grunts. “Look at me.”

When I manage to persuade my eyes to drift open, he’s gazing at me with the most gorgeous expression I think I’ve ever seen.

This is what desire looks like, through and through. He’s proud of me, he’s turned on ashell, and he wants everything I can give him, as often as I can give it.

Now,that’swhat I became such a good bottom for!

Gage runs his palm gently across my cheek until he’s cupping it in his big, rough hand. Then he kisses me as sweetly as I think I can bear, and he whispers, “I love you.”

I whimper and break apart a little, wrapping my arms around him as I fall to pieces. “I love you,” I breathe out roughly, trying to push myself up and down in his lap. “I love you—holy fuck, do I ever love you?—”

“I’ve got you,” Gage interrupts, grabbing me by the hips.

He doesn’t just turn us over. He picks me up off the damn floor, walks me three steps across the room, and presses me clean into the wall.

“Fuck…!” I cry out, my toes curling midair as I cling to his shoulders.

But Gage really is taking over. The door next to me rattles with each slow, deep thrust of his hips. He’s pinned me so thoroughly against the wall that I’m not going anywhere, and his balls are slapping against my ass with every meticulous thrust.

“Gage…! Fuck, Gage, I—oh! Fuck, it’s—oh! So—oh! So fucking… good!” I whimper, crying out with every thrust.

He presses his forehead against mine, and I don’t think I can handle the gentleness of his kisses contrasting against the force of his hips.

Every thrust might just break me in two, exactly the way I like it. He’s filling me up in exactly the way I’ve been craving, and I can’t last that much longer.

“If… you’re… I’m gonna…” I whimper, clutching at his shoulders.

But Gage doesn’t slow down. He just growls against my mouth and speeds up his pace, pushing me higher and higher and even goddamn higher than I think I’ve ever been in my life.

And he’s right there with me for every step of the way, every thrust, every blissful exclamation and moan and pant and sweat drop trickling along bare skin…

“I—I can’t…” My head tips back as I clench tight around Gage. “I can’t stop it…!”

“Don’t,” Gage roughly orders me. “Don’t ever hold back, Kieran. Notever,” he emphasises it with another snap of his hips, and that’s all I can handle.

“Gage…!”

I tumble right over the edge into the bliss and the sweeping wave of blackness, crushed so tightly against him that he’s all I can smell or taste or feel or think about.

My load shoots between both of us, every drop of it covering our stomachs and chests. And I think he likes it, judging by the grunting sounds he’s making as he reaches that inescapable edge right after me.

“Kieran! Nnh! Fuck…!”

Gage shudders, his rhythm finally breaking. He goes still right where he is, with his cock buried so deep in me that I can barely tell if our bodies will ever pull apart again.

Then he’s filling me up in return, leaving me dripping with sweat and jizz and pure, unfiltered delight.

I can barely even remember blinking. But somehow, I’m on the bed and tangled up in his arms. The light is off, and so is the music.

Huh. How about that?

“I love you,” Gage whispers when he feels me stir. He presses a kiss against my forehead, and then my lips. “And I can’twaitto marry theshitout of you, Kieran Walsh.”

“Theshite,” I correct him with a tiny little yawn, closing my eyes again. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

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