Page 59 of The Pretty Psycho

"No!" I practically shrieked, pulling slightly from him to look at his face. He seemed worried, that frown still ever-present, and I didn't want him to worry about me. "This isn't about the act itself, Adrian," I murmured, tracing my finger over his chest. "These tears are not tears of pain," I whispered. "These tears are tears of freedom, of me finally seeing what I've been missing my entire life. So, please," I begged. "Don't stop now. I want you. I need you. I—" I never got to finish my sentence before he had me on my back again, ripping off my panties and discarding them somewhere next to the bed.

He wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling my core close to his face, and then he dove in. I felt electrified as his tongue connected with my clit, teasing me, pulling it, biting it, licking through my folds as if it was the best damn thing he had ever tasted.

"Oh. My. God!" I shrieked, closing my eyes as the bouts of pleasure racked through my body. "Adrian!"

"Hmmm," he hummed against my core, the vibrations only pushing the ecstasy further through my bloodstream, creating a mindless monster whimpering before him, begging, pleading, shrieking, and pulling his hair while he lapped at me, drinking me in. "You taste delectable, Bambi," he said, grinning from ear to ear as he looked up at me. "I bet you taste even sweeter once you come."

My mouth opened, ready to beg him for his cock, for him, but he cut off every rational thought from my mind with the next sweep of his tongue against my clit, while his fingers slowly entered me—first one, then two, and then three. He was stretching me, pressing against that motherfucking spot inside my pussy that made me see stars.

I bucked on the bed as he increased his pace, the pressure of his fingers making it almost impossible to keep my eyes open.

"Adrian… Fuck. Stop!" But he wasn't stopping and as I looked down at him, he wore that shit-eating grin, filled with satisfaction. "Adrian!" I thundered as a pressure I had never felt before started building in the pit of my stomach, making me thrash and turn on the bed, unable to escape his hold. "Oh. My. God!"

Like an elastic band snapping, my body felt like it was flying off of the bed into the heights of heavens, while something wet erupted out of me, pulsating, making me see motherfucking stars and God.

Adrian's chuckle slowly penetrated through my foggy mind as I came back to my senses, making my face beet red.

"Did I just," I stammered. "Did I just pee myself?" I asked quietly, covering my eyes with my hand. "Jesus fuck. That wasn't supposed to happen."

"No." The bastard laughed, pressing a kiss to my hip. "You just gave me the best motherfucking gift, Bambi," he said, pressing another kiss just above my belly button. "And I can't wait to see you do it again." His fingers wrapped around my wrist, making me look at him. I was embarrassed, but he looked like he had just won a million dollars. "But now it's my turn."

I took him in, in all his glory with his face glistening from my juices, when he moved back, discarding his T-shirt within seconds, along with his pants and his underwear. I did not have time before at the cemetery to gawk and stare at that magnificent cock, as I should have.

Hell, I was too fucking stubborn to even look at him, let along allow myself to admire him. But Adrian had a body gifted by the gods themselves and the bastard knew it, judging by that little smirk he had plastered on his face when he saw me looking.

"See anything you like?" he asked, his eyes smoldering, fucking me without a touch.

"Oh, yeah," I murmured. "I see everything I like. And everything I see is mine." Whether it was my words or the situation we were in, I had no idea, but he was like a man possessed the moment I said that, needing him to know that he wasn't the only one possessive. I was too.

I needed him to know that as much as he wanted me to belong to him, he belonged to me as well. And I wasn't sharing. I always thought I wasn't a jealous person, but the mere thought of him with somebody else had violence rising in my veins over this imaginary girl that would try and touch him. I wanted to mark him, to make it known that he belonged to me and no one else.

I wanted him to look at that mark every single day and remember he belonged to me, body, mind, and soul. And I knew just what could appease my little green monster. But before I could move, before I could do anything, Adrian had me pulled into his arms, moving us so that he sat against the headboard, with me on top.

"I want you to ride me, baby," he murmured, pressing his lips to my shoulder. "I want you to take control." Those cracks on my heart only widened, filling with everything I felt for this man.

He had me undone, completely bare, almost broken for him, and I didn't mind. For the first time in my life I didn't mind breaking apart, because I knew he'd be there to catch me even if I fell sometimes.

I moved down, feeling his thick cock between my folds, rubbing myself on him and soaking him in my juices. His eyes shuttered closed, his grip on my hips only increasing. "Fuck," he spat out, opening those dark depths and swallowing me whole with that one look. "Bambi," he grunted. "I need you."

He didn't have to say another word. He didn't need to explain, I understood. I yearned for this feeling for so long, and when I realized he could give it to me, I ran like a coward, because I would've rather dealt with an entire army than one man who could make me feel like this.

My heart was full. My wounds didn't scare me. My past was just that—a past that could no longer hurt me.

I lifted my ass and wrapped my hands around the base of his cock, earning another grunt from him. I was drunk on power, drunk on him, his scent, the way he looked at me, the way he held me and worshiped me. I wanted this more than the freedom I craved, and I knew I would never be the same. Nothing would ever be the same, but if it meant having him, then I didn't mind all these changes.

"Bamb— Fuck!" he bellowed as I sunk down on him, tightening my walls around his member as I got used to this angle. He was deeper this way, hitting all the right spots, and I couldn't stop myself from moving, gyrating on top of him, while he held my hips, biting his lower lip. I was still sore, my body reminding me with painful flares of what we went through, but I didn’t care.

Not right now.

I needed him to help me forget.

I could see the urge to move, to slam into me in his eyes, but he let me have my fun. He let me reclaim who I was and right now, as I went up and down, rubbing my clit on his pubic bone, I felt primal and the need to mark him only rose higher and higher. My head went down, my teeth clamping between his neck and shoulder, drawing blood. His yell was mixed with pain and desire, and before I could untangle myself from him, he slammed into me, taking over.

His fast, almost punishing strokes awakened the beast living inside my soul, and I let him have me. I let him take everything, opening my heart to this man that both terrified and excited me.

His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing softly, making me look at him and those hooded eyes that never wavered from mine. His cock marked me from the inside, driving me insane with every new stroke, creating a whimpering mess on top of him.

"You're mine," he bit out, increasing his pace. "Tell me you're mine!" His voice was guttural, barely human, telling me he was barely keeping it together. He was just holding on to the threads of sanity, looking at me with a dark look that would've scared a lesser woman.

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