Page 40 of The Daughters of Nyx

Adrian’s eyes snapped open. “Why are you sorry?”

“I kissed you.”

He quirked a brow. “And I am certainly considering the repercussions of what else I want to do to you.”

I shifted, swallowing hard. “What do you want to do to me?”

Adrian rose slowly from his position, hands still planted on either side of my hips, until he was standing over me. His minty breath fanned my cheek as he lowered his lips to my ear. “I’ve already told you what I want to do to you, Ivy. Tell me you want it too.”

I didn’t hesitate. “I want you.”

Adrian made a small noise in the back of his throat as he kissed the hollow of my neck; each kiss leading back up to my mouth sent a new kind of fire through my veins, promising more than just a quick night in a hotel room.

Our lips met, and the lightning struck again. Adrian pushed me back onto the bed, straddling my hips with his knees and moving one hand to rest beneath my neck, the other trailing down the front of my tank, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Those fingers paused at the waistband of my pants, teasing the slip of fabric keeping him from touching my skin.

I should have felt some sort of nerves, some kind of anxiety over having him—Adrian, charming, flirty, attentive Adrian, who had superhuman good looks and the ability to get any girl in the world—hovering over me, and yet, I didn’t feel any of that.

Slipping my arms free of the cardigan, I trailed my own hands up his chest, feeling the defined muscle beneath his grey Henley. He shivered beneath my touch; a sense of pleasure erupted through me at the thought that I caused that.

Locking my arms around his neck, I tugged him closer, our bodies flush. Adrian moaned into my mouth, his hardness pressing against my thigh.

Warmth spilled from me as he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down the slope of my neck, over my collarbone, his teeth scraping against the neckline of my tank.

I watched as he lifted his head, pulling the hand from where it had been resting against my hip, up to the hem of my tank. Teasing.

I needed him,now, and those teasing fingers were not where they needed to be.

With a huff, I pulled myself up onto my elbows, the smile cracking across his lips enough to tell me he’d been purposefully taking it slow.

Narrowing my eyes, I pulled the tank free from the waistband of my pants and drew it over my head, leaving me in only a less-than-sexy bra that’d definitely seen better days.

Adrian sucked in a sharp breath and traced his fingers up my thigh. “Still too much clothing between us,” he said, voice hoarse.

Before he could make it to the waistband of my pants, I shoved myself further onto the bed, crawling back until I hit the pillows. My cheeks turned a darker shade of red as his eyes darkened. Biting my lip, I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms slowly before tugging it off entirely.

“Fucking hell,” Adrian whispered, straightening. His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip, hungry for whatever feast I was offering.

A shudder raced through me.

Adrian straightened, giving me a chance to take in the bulge straining against his jeans. With slow precision, he reached behind his back and pulled his shirt over his head, ruffling his already dishevelled hair.

It was my turn to suck in a breath. Toned muscles flexed as he dropped the grey shirt to the floor; his chest was smooth, save for a small bundle of darkened skin—a birthmark, I assumed—on his left shoulder. The planes of his stomach clenched as my eyes trailed up to his face.

Red coloured his cheeks, and when our eyes met, he smiled almost shyly. “You are so beautiful, Ivy.” He crawled onto the bed, on his knees in front of me a moment later. One hand hooked under my knee, as he planted the other beside my hip. “And I want to taste every inch of you.”

A shiver ran down my spine. “Adrian—” He yanked on my leg, and a yelp slipped from my lips before I could stop it. Suddenly, he was hovering over me, his hair tickling my forehead. Out of instinct, I covered my breasts—it was instinct at this point, a subconscious action that strangled the confidence that had been building within me. A blush worked its way up my cheeks.

Adrian’s eyes followed the movement. Before I could speak again, the hand that had been gripping my knee moved to gently circle my wrist and tug my arm away. “Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me.”

My cheeks blazed again, and I let my other arm fall away, leaving myself bare to him. It was instinct, sometimes, to just cover the parts that weren’tperfect. But I didn’t feel that insecurity as Adrian’s eyes glided over my stretchmarks and dimpled flesh. I waited for him to turn off the light, to drown me and my body in darkness like others had done before.

But Adrian didn’t. He still watched me, like a man gazing longingly at his final meal. “You are so fucking perfect, sweetheart. And tonight, you’re all mine.”

I chewed my bottom lip as his eyes roamed over my breasts; dropping my hand, he trailed fire up my side, his fingers teasing my skin. Adrian dipped his head and captured my nipple in his mouth.

I gasped as his tongue circled the bud, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. My heart stuttered in my chest; his hands continued their exploration down my body to the wetness between my thighs, brushing lightly over my core and sending a flutter of desire through my body. A moan slipped past my lips, heat exploding deep in my belly, cracking open with another more carnal desire.

Claim him, a sweet voice whispered in my ear.Make him ours.

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