Page 57 of (Un)Spoken

“Hey,” Adam whispered as he toyed with the edge of my towel. “You don’t have anything to worry about, Tor. It’s going to be amazing because it’s us.”

I chuckled, sliding my hand over my face. “How can you be so confident?”

“Well, for one,” Adam said, smirking up at me, “you’ve already given me the best head of my life, so I’m definitely in awe of your skills.” He lifted my hand away from my face, placing it on his heart. “And because I’ve never felt like this before. You’ve claimed every piece of me without even trying, Tor. I have doubt that something that feels so right could ever be anything less than fantastic.”

I stared at him, memorizing his dark blue irises. I knew exactly what he meant. Even though I’d never dated anyone else besides Cam, I knew there was more than just a passing connection between Adam and me. He made me come alive, and that was just with the way he looked at me.

“But if you want to stop, “ Adam continued, “you say the word. No matter what’s happening, you say stop, and we will.” He brought our hands up to his mouth and kissed the back of mine. “I’m just happy you’re here right now, Tori.”

“You are?”

“Of course I am,” he chuckled. “Trouble, haven’t you realized you’re the best thing in my life?”

I tucked my head, unable to accept that level of praise. He was the same for me, but that felt different, like I wasn’t worthy of his affection. “I’m not–”

He pulled me forward, depositing me into his lap.Even though I could feel his erection behind his towel, this hold didn’t feel as sexual as it did intimate, as if he needed me close to make sure I heard his words clearly. “Don’t you dare try to argue with me, baby. You and that little girl pulled me out of the shadows and made me whole again.”

I shook my head, but at least my hands had stopped shaking. “We didn’t do anything, Adam. That’s all you.”

He leaned forward and gripped my neck, bringing my forehead to his. “When are you going to hear me, Tori? You are mine. My everything, my purpose. My goddamn sun.”

My fingers curled around his shoulders, gripping him close, as if he’d slip away if I loosened my grip. “I feel the same way, Adam.”

The quiet promise between us made something cement in my chest, and all my doubts died away. All that was left was an aching need, and based on the way Adam’s eyes darkened, he felt the same. Our lips met in a tentative kiss at first, as if sealing the words we’d given each other. But as I wrapped my arms around his neck, it all faded into something more primal, the kind of need that erased the rest of the world.

I shifted my hips, sliding my drenched pussy along the length of his cock. Shit, I had him in my mouth before, but now, it seemed like he’d grown even more since the last time we were together.

“I’ve been hiding for so long, letting my life pass me by so I could give Emilia everything,” I said, savoring the soft curse that came out of his mouth when I ground down a little harder. “You made me remember what it feels like to want something, to need someone. And I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”

His hands shifted to my hips, helping guide me up and down his length. “Fuck, baby. You can’t say stuff like thatwhen you’re soaking my lap.” His fingers dug harder into my flesh. “I need you, Tori.”

“You have me,” I answered, my voice barely above a whisper. He shifted, tossing me onto the bed behind us. I propped up on my elbows as he walked over to his nightstand, grabbing a few condoms and tossing them next to me.

He pressed his hand to my chest, lowering me against the pillows. “I’m going to start slow, baby. Make sure you’re ready to take me.”

“I’m ready,” I huffed, continuing to search him out. Adam’s fingers coasted along my sensitive skin before he entered me, stretching my core until I was squirming for more. I almost cried when he removed them, sucking his digits dry before settling into the crevice of my hips. I sucked in a deep breath as he notched his cock at my entrance, pushing inside inch by inch.

God, what was the word for pain mixed with pleasure? Because it was everything I wanted and needed in that moment. As his cock continued to fill me, I could feel my walls stretching to accommodate his size to the brink of my limits. But as soon as he was seated to the hilt, a warmth coasted through my veins, urging me to shift against him.

“Slow down, trouble,” Adam laughed as he kissed me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want you to,” I said, staring down at where we were joined. “Please, Adam. Fuck me hard. I need to feel you everywhere.”

“Shit, Tori,” he said, lowering his lips to my throat. “Hold on to me, baby.”

My nails dug into his back as he started to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me. That slight bite of pain was still there, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure each shift brought me. Adam’seyes never left mine, watching as I opened for him. “Damn, Tori, I knew you were made for me, but I never thought you’d feel this good.” He leaned back on his haunches, gripping my hips so he could fuck me properly. Adam’s eyes turned almost black as he looked at me, a desperate edge filling his voice. “You’re taking me so well, baby. Just like that.”

“Adam,” I cried, tensing around his cock. “God, don’t stop.”

“Never.” His fingers tightened on my skin—hard enough that I knew there would be marks tomorrow, but I wanted every single one, to know this night hadn’t been a dream. I wanted to feel him in every step, to know I completely and wholly belonged to him, just as he did to me.

His hand shifted so his thumb could rub circles along my clit. That was enough to force me over the edge, to force me to completely shatter around his cock. My eyes went white as he continued to fuck me through my pleasure, not stopping until he found his release right after me. Even when we both came down, we stayed in the same position, staring at each other like we could see our hearts pulsing as one.

As I stared into his dark blue eyes, one thought overcame the rest: I loved him. How hard and real that thought felt was enough to make me jolt. It was probably too soon, too early, to feel this way, but I knew with absolute certainty that I was in love with Adam Rice and that I never wanted to be without him again.

After we relaxed, Adam pulled out of me, walking into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He came back with a warm washcloth, tenderly washing away the remnants ofmy orgasm. I chuckled, holding my hand up to my face. “You really don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” he responded. “If I didn’t think you were too sensitive right now, I’d be doing it with my tongue.”

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