Page 71 of Worship Him

I guide her backward until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the couch. She falls onto it, and I follow her down, my body covering hers as I continue to kiss her senseless.

My hands slide under her shirt, seeking the warmth of her skin. She's soft and supple under my touch, and I can't help but groan in appreciation.

My fingers glide over the smooth fabric of her silky bra, finding the heat of her skin beneath. Her breath hitches as I cup her breasts, her nipples hardening under my palms. I can't help but grin against her mouth, knowing I still have this effect on her.

"You like that?" I murmur, my voice a low rumble of satisfaction.

She nods, her eyes dark with desire. "You know I do," she replies, her voice husky.

My fingers trace the edge of the soft fabric before I unhook it with practiced ease. Her breasts spill into my hands, full and firm, and I lower my head to lavish attention on them.

Working slowly, my tongue circles a pert nipple, eliciting a gasp of delight. I switch to the other, giving it equal attention, as her fingers thread through my hair, urging me closer. I chuckle against her skin, the vibration making her squirm.

I sit down on the couch, guiding her to straddle my lap. Our eyes meet, the air charged with electricity as our bodies align.

Once more, I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my hands roaming over her back, her hips, pulling her closer. I break the kiss to trail hot, wet kisses down her neck, her shoulders, her chest. She arches into me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I take a nipple into my mouth again.

"Adam," she breathes, her voice a tremulous whisper.

"I've got you," I whisper, my hands gripping her hips, grinding her against the hard ridge of my erection.

She moans, her head falling back as I continue to tease and torment her with my mouth and hands.

"Tell me what you want," I demand, my voice rough with need.

"You," she replies, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. "Just you."

My hands slide up her soft thigh, finding the lace of her panties. I grip the fabric, ready to tear them away, when a sudden thought stops me.

"These are nice," I comment, my fingers tracing the edge of the lace. "It'd be a shame to ruin them."

She laughs, the sound light and carefree despite the heavy air of desire that surrounds us. "I have others," she says, her hips grinding against my hand in silent encouragement.

With a growl, I tug at the fabric, the sound of tearing lace music to my ears. I toss the scraps aside and plunge a finger into her hot, wet center.

She cries out, her body clenching around me as I add another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what's to come.

"Ride my hand," I command, my voice a harsh whisper in the quiet room.

She obeys without hesitation, her body moving in a sinuous rhythm that drives us both crazy with desire. I watch her, captivated by the sight of her lost in ecstasy, her body undulating with each stroke of my fingers.

"Come for me, Destiny," I urge, my thumb circling her clit in time with the movement of my fingers. "Come on my fingers."

With a cry, she shatters, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. I continue to stroke her through her orgasm, drawing it out until she collapses against me, boneless and sated.

I lift her effortlessly and carry her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace. The warmth of the flames kisses our skin, casting a golden glow that dances across her features. I lower her onto the soft surface, my eyes never leaving hers as I kneel between her legs.

"You're so fucking hot," I murmur, my voice rough with desire.

She reaches for me, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "Show me," she challenges, her eyes dark with need.

I pause for a moment, taking in the sight of her laid bare before me. Her body is a masterpiece, every curve and valley a testament to the beauty of her design. I can't resist the urge to touch her, to claim her, and I lower my head to taste her.

She gasps as my tongue finds her center, her body arching off the floor as I explore her with a single-minded focus.

I grip her hips, holding her in place as I tease and torment her, drawing out her pleasure until she's panting and writhing beneath me.

"Adam, please," she begs, her voice a mere whisper of sound.

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