Page 62 of Unbind

‘Better,’ he grunts. He’s breathing heavily, looking between us at where my now-bare breasts are smushed against the crisply starched cotton of his shirt, my nipplessharp, needy little points that chafe deliciously against the fabric. They’re not the only needy things—his dick is still pulsing inside me, ready to show me what it’s capable of now he has me where he wants me.

As he wrestles his eyes away from my boobs and up to my face with a slow, seductive smile, it occurs to me that being naked in Adam’s arms and shoved up against one of his beautiful bookshelves may be what perfect happiness feels like.

Or it would if the ache deep inside, where that blunt crown presses so promisingly at the most intimate core of me, wasn’t quite so insistent.

‘Give me this,’ he says gruffly, his soft beard abrading my chin as he bends to capture my mouth, ‘and I’ll take you upstairs and worship you for the rest of the night.’

‘Please,’ I beg, because I want all of it. I want hours and decadent hours of Adam spreading me out on his bed and feasting on me, just as I want the carnal kick of him taking me hard and fast up against his beloved books.

I want every single treat this man sees fit to bestow upon me.

‘Mmm. That’s my girl.’ That hoarse, throatymmmmay be the best sound I’ve ever heard. ‘Hold on.’

I wrap my legs and arms more tightly around him, fingernails clawing at his shirt. ‘I need you naked,’ I say sulkily. ‘It’s not fair.’

He grins, and it’s positively wolfish. ‘Life’s not fair, little one. All in good time.’

‘Is it because you have a hairy back? Don’t be embarrassed. I’m willing to overlook—ohmyohmygod.’

He pulls out of me and thrusts up, hard, stealing the air from my lungs.

‘That’s one way to shut you up,’ he says, his voice ragged, and then he moves again.

Oh fuck, this is so much better than my dainty little moves on his cock. He’s using it on me like a weapon, size and strength combining into mighty shunts that create a halo of sensation reverberating out from where he’s hitting me.

‘Again.’

‘That I can do.’ He captures my mouth in a kiss as he drags that dick of his out and jams it back inside me, even harder than before. I keep him in a headlock with one arm so I can claw at his hair and tug his face as close to mine as humanly possible. I want nothing to exist but him and his mouth and his dick and these shoulders. I’m falling down an Adam-shaped rabbit hole and I never, ever want to come up for air.

‘Need this hard and fast,’ he grunts against my mouth. ‘Okay?’

‘Okay. Do it hard.’

‘Can you come like this?’

‘I’m seconds away,’ I manage.

His response to my confession is a strangled groan and a renewed assault on my pussy the like of which I’ve never known. This is Adam, unleashed and animalistic, fucking me like he’s been born to do this and nothing else.

I’ve wondered about this. I’ve thought about it endlessly today. I know he was holding back last night, and I know why. I bet he didn’t hold back with that woman he fucked and spanked the other night.

Thisis how he likes it.

Thisis what he needs.

And it’smewho’s giving it to him.

Somehow, everything I feared about him, everything Idespised, has morphed, shifted, until it’s unrecognisable. The strength, the intensity, that primitive side he hides so well these days under those expensive disguises—it’s all here, at the fore, and to be the object of it all is as wondrous, as heady, as being in the eye of a beautiful storm destined to wreak havoc wherever it strikes.

It’s this knowledge, as much as the fast rolls of his hips and the relentless drives of his dick and the stunning fury of his kisses, that has my body growing molten around him, that has the flesh of my inner walls swelling and sparking with sensation. I cling to the now-damp cotton across his shoulders. My moans turn to whimpers as I bury my head in his neck and suck on the skin there.

It’s so much.I’m only human. It’s impossible to withstand this onslaught—unthinkable, even. My clit is rubbing against the fabric of his flies, adding an unnecessary but incredible layer of stimulus. And I’m spiralling, falling and soaring, so hard, so fast, like a junkie spinning into euphoria without the slightest care for how she’ll survive it.

‘Jesus, I can feel you getting close,’ Adam grits out against my ear. ‘Sofuckinggood. You’re such—a—tight—little—thing.’

He fucks me as he forces out the words, and the thought of being his tight little thing has any remaining defences crumbling as my body surrenders to his offensive in spectacular, cataclysmic style.

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