Page 70 of Worship Him

He breaks the kiss and his eyes lock onto mine, dark with desire. In an instant, his lips crash into mine again, this time in a searing kiss. I melt into him, my body responding instinctively to his touch.

His arms encircle me, pulling me flush against his hard chest. The possessiveness in his embrace sends a thrill through me. I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

The kiss deepens, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that matches my own. It's as if we're trying to make up for all the lost time in this one moment. Every sweep of his tongue, every nip of his teeth speaks volumes—of regret, of longing, of a love that never truly died.

I break away, gasping for air. "Adam?—"

"Shh," he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck. "No more talking. Not now."

I tilt my head, giving him better access. "But—" I still have so much to say. I need to express my love and the regret I feel for screwing up with Avery.

He silences me with another kiss, his hands roaming my back. "I said, no more talking," he growls against my lips.

I can't help but laugh, the sound muffled by his insistent mouth. It's so typically Adam—demanding, commanding, yet somehow still tender.

As we stand there, locked in each other's arms, I feel a sense of rightness settle over me.

This is where I belong. This is home.

27

ADAM

The air in the living room practically crackles with intense and needy desire.

I lift Destiny's chin, my fingers firm against her soft skin. "You want this as much as I do," I say, my voice husky. It's not a question; it's a statement of fact.

Her eyes, those deep pools of chocolate, meet mine, a flicker of defiance there that only fans the flames of my desire. "More," she breathes, and that's all the invitation I need.

My lips crash into hers with an urgency that brooks no hesitation. This isn't a tentative reunion; it's a claiming, a fierce reassertion of a connection that's been severed for far too long.

Her moan against my lips is a sweet surrender, a sound I've craved without realizing how deep the absence had cut into me.

My hands find her face, thumbs caressing the softness of her cheeks. I trace the contours of her lips, the curve of her jaw, and then my grip tightens possessively as I explore the familiar terrain of her body.

I pull her closer, her body yielding to the insistence of my touch. Our kiss deepens, tongues dancing in a rhythm that's both new and achingly familiar.

I dominate the kiss, asserting my need for her with every stroke of my tongue, every nip of my teeth. She responds with a fervor that matches my own, her hands fisting my shirt, pulling me even closer.

My hands roam over her, relearning the curves and dips of her form. I'm ravenous, devouring her with a hunger that's been building since the moment we parted.

I break the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the slender column of her neck. She arches into me, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I find that sensitive spot where her pulse flutters like a trapped butterfly.

I suck lightly, marking her, and she cries out, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me to her.

I trace the line of her jaw with my tongue, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

"Tell me you want me," I command.

"I want you," she says, her voice a sultry whisper that ignites something primal within me. "Take me," she breathes, her voice a tremulous whisper that fans the flames of my desire.

"Oh, I plan to," I growl against her skin, the sound vibrating between us. "You're mine, Destiny. Always have been, always will be."

She pulls back slightly, her eyes locking onto mine. There's a fire there, a defiance that's always been a part of her. "And you're mine," she asserts.

A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth. "Always," I concede, the word a solemn vow.

Our lips meet again, and the world outside this cottage ceases to exist.

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