Page 52 of My Bloody Valentine

I tilt my head back, exposing my neck, a silent invitation. He growls low in his throat, claiming my mouth in a savage kiss. His lips are demanding, his tongue possessing, tasting of dark chocolate.

His hands slide down to grip my thighs, hoisting me up as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his arousal press against me. He walks us over to the floor-to-ceiling window, giving us a panoramic view of the city below.

“Look at that view,” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear. “It’s all mine. Just like you.”

I shiver at his words, tightening my legs around him, urging him on.

His response is a harsh laugh. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”

I nod, not trusting my voice. My breath comes in short gasps as he grinds against me, his hands squeezing my ass. “Please...” I finally manage to beg.

He pushes my back against the window and teases me, rubbing against my core but not giving me what I need. “Please, what, Maya?”

I bury my face in his neck, trying to hide my flushed cheeks. “You know what I want.”

His fingers dig into my skin. “That’s what I like to hear. A woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to demand it.”

He pulls my nightgown up with a sharp tug, baring me to his hungry gaze. “Such a beautiful sight,” he murmurs. “But I want to see more.”

The thin fabric rips easily, leaving me exposed. I feel a thrill of shame mixed with arousal at the wanton way he takes in my naked body.

“That’s better.” His ice-blue eyes burn. “Now, where was I?”

He lowers me slowly so I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my entrance. With a groan, he thrusts inside, filling me completely.

I cry out, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He begins to move, his hips snapping as he takes me with rough strokes.

Adrian thrusts into me, his movements powerful and deliberate. My back presses against the cold window, his body covering mine.

His whispered words turn my insides to liquid fire. “That’s it, take it all. You like my cock filling your tight cunt, don’t you?”

I can only moan in response, my body responding with a desperation that scares me. I bite my lip to muffle the sounds escaping my throat.

He groans, his grip on my hips tightening. “Fuck, you feel so good, Maya. So wet and ready for me.”

I’m helpless against the pleasure building inside me. My hands wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, urging him on. “Please, Adrian,” I beg, my voice the faintest whisper.

His pace quickens, the slapping of our skin filling the room. “That’s right, take it. You’re mine, only mine.”

His words fuel the storm inside me. Being claimed so possessively by this man, this dangerous, captivating man, pushes me to the edge.

“Come for me, little critic,” he demands, his thumb finding my sensitive bundle of nerves. “Let me hear you scream my name when I’m buried to the hilt inside your tight little pussy.”

The rough pad of his thumb sends me careening over the edge. My body convulses around him, my scream echoing off the walls.

Adrian’s thrusts become more urgent, his grip almost bruising as he pursues his own release. His teeth sink into my shoulder, marking me once more as he finds his climax.

We’re both breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. He pulls out of me slowly, turning us so we sink onto the bed, tangled together.

“That was...” I struggle to find the words as my heart rate slowly returns to normal.

“Deliciously deviant,” he finishes for me, his voice rough. “You’re astonishing.”

I can feel his eyes on me, studying my reactions. I manage a nod, still struggling to form coherent sentences.

“But now,” he continues, a dangerous glint in his eye, “it’s time for you to really earn your keep.”

My body tenses at his choice of words. “Earn my—what do you mean?”

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