Page 20 of Silent Night With Adrian

Chapter 16 Mia

Adrian lifts me in his arms and carries me into the dimly lit bedroom. He does this with such ease, making me marvel at his brute strength. He sets me on my feet, in front of the dresser with the vanity mirror. He takes a few steps back and sits at the end of the bed.

His voice is a low command, “Take everything off, Mia. Slowly.”

I take a deep breath, before carefully pulling off my hoodie, exposing my naked breasts. I hadn’t taken time to search for my bra before getting dressed.

I knows he’s going to put me through something I’ve never experienced before, and my mind is frozen in shock at how I went from running for my life in the snowstorm to suddenly standing half naked in front of Adrian who has never looked so dark and intense.

“Mia,” He raises his eyebrow, clearly wondering why I stopped stripping my clothes off.

I push my yoga pants down past my hips and ass, letting them fall to the floor. I am going commando since I have no idea where my panties landed last night.

I hear Adrian inhale a sharp breath as he sees my exposed body. I look up and can’t help but focus on the hungry look in his eyes.

“Turn around, baby. Look at yourself in the mirror and see what I see. Just how beautiful you are.”

I do what he says, but instead of staring at myself, I look at him through the mirror. His blue eyes seem to glow with hungry desire. I shiver because he looks like he’s on the brink of wanting to devour me. The image of him doing so causes a wet rush between my legs.

Oh, no. What if he notices? Can he smell me?

I squirm.

He chuckles, a knowing look in his eyes.

I guess that’s a yes.

He moves to stand behind me, guiding me to step towards the mirror and dresser.

“Be a good girl and bend over. Push your sweet ass out towards me,” he instructs.

I lower myself over the waist-high dresser, my forearms rest on the countertop and I arch my back to push my rounded bottom out towards him as he ordered me to.

“Look at yourself, Mia,” he murmurs, the roughened tone of his voice betraying his arousal. “See how beautiful you are, every part of you.” He moves closer, his hands caressing my hips, ass, and thighs.

He grabs a cushioned bench positioned at the foot of the bed and sits on it, thereby leaving his face at eye level with my ass.

I can’t help but breathe faster with excitement and anticipation.

He cups his large, muscled hand between my thighs, his fingertips touching the front of my mons and heel of his palm pressing into my wet pussy.

I moan, unable to help squirming in his hand.

“Oh, you like that, do you?”

“Please,” I whimper, starting to grind down on his palm. I need the pressure so badly.

He inhales audibly, clearly savoring the smell of my arousal. But I’m too far gone in a haze of pleasure to be embarrassed.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, his mouth brushing over my lower back. Then he bites my left and right ass cheeks before licking at the bite marks. At the same time, his left hand reaches up to grab my long hair, pulls it and forces me to arch my head and neck back. It makes me feel so deliciously helpless.

I gasp. I’m entirely at his mercy and it makes me involuntarily squeeze my core muscles as if they are anticipating his hard shaft pushing into me soon.

“I could eat you right now,” he growls.

“Adrian,” I plead with him.

“Not yet, baby.” He removes his hand from between my legs and as he looks into my eyes through the mirror in front of us, he licks my juices off his palm. “You taste so fucking sweet. I’m going to need more of that later tonight.”

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