Page 10 of Guardian of Misty Mountain

I look up at him, the fog of lust clearing just enough to consider his question. I’ve been controlled my whole life. From what I eat to where I go, and who I hang out with. Freedom has been my goal for so long, so why is my first instinct to fall into Adrian’s arms and tell him he can do whatever he wants to me?

Adrian nuzzles my neck, scraping his stubble against my skin and heightening the pressure in my belly into a sweet, sharpache. “Giving up control is its own kind of freedom if you trust the person you’re giving it to. Do you trust me?” he asks, not for the first time.

“I trust you, Adrian,” I whisper. He breathes me in before placing a sweet kiss on the side of my neck.

Adrian continues to inch my shirt higher and higher until he finally lifts it over my head. His lips immediately latch onto my breast, sucking at my nipple and rubbing his tongue on the sensitive peak.

“So fucking beautiful, Amelia. So beautiful when you give in to me. So beautiful when you let me love you like this.”

Love? Did he say love?

Before I can even process his words, Adrian pulls away from me. Did he mean to say that? Is he freaking out? Does he…

My world turns upside down – literally – as Adrian lifts me from the couch and tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I shriek and then laugh, kicking out my legs. Apparently, he's unfazed by what he just said. I'll have time to worry about it later. Right now, I need his touch more than I need his answers.

Adrian steps into my bedroom and tosses me down on the bed, making my extra weight jiggle. I cover up my belly as every stinging remark my mother made about my weight floats to the surface. How could I possibly measure up to the shredded god of a man standing before me?

He growls and then kneels over me with one knee on the bed. Adrian grabs my wrists and pins them above my head with one of his massive hands, while the other hand slides down my body, tracing the contours of my chest, my torso, and my rounded belly.

“You’re fucking perfect. I guess I’ll have to show you that, too, sweet Amelia,” he whispers against my lips.

I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead, Adrian rubs his nose against mine before trailing his lips and nose down my neck, over my collarbone, between my breasts, and lower, lower, lower…

He nips at the soft flesh of my belly, sending a jolt of electricity to my throbbing clit, followed by a warm rush of wetness dripping out of my pussy. Adrian takes a deep breath and lets go of my wrists, sliding the rest of the way down my body so he can focus on my pussy.

“I fuckingsmellhow much you want me,” he growls, spreading my thighs apart and running his nose up and down my slit. I close my eyes, not sure what to do with his attention. Some animalistic sound rumbles out of him. I can feel his need as it vibrates through me, making my nipples and clit ache. I feel my channel clench as more of my arousal leaks out.

Adrian growls hungrily as he slides his tongue up and down my pussy, parting my folds. I force my eyes open and look down at his muscular back, rippling and flexing as he devours me. I swear his tongue is everywhere at once – in my entrance, traveling through my folds, swirling around my clit. It’s everywhere, and it’s consuming me completely. It’s all I can focus on. The intense feeling. The wet, smacking sounds. The pressure and heat.

It makes me even hotter knowing he’s loving this. The greedy way he’s grabbing my ass, the hungry, desperate moans, the eagerness for more. It’s all showing me how much pleasure he gets from this. His rough palms slide to the back of my knees and he shoves my legs open wider, pinning them to the bed so he can sit back and stare at me. Adrian growls and dives back in, licking me with fury, pushing deeper, harder, faster.

I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling and pushing him away in equal measure. I can’t decide if it’s too much or not enough. Not that Adrian gives me a choice in thematter. I gave up control and now I have to trust him to take care of me.

Adrian lifts his head briefly, locking his gaze on mine. God, he looks possessed. Feral, even. Did I really do that to him?

“Yeah, beautiful,” he grunts. “You did this to me.”

My cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I really need to get a better filter. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but Adrian seemed to like it. He dips his head back down, this time sinking his teeth into my inner thigh, first one, and then the other, before licking away the sting.

“Oh shit…” I breathe out, spreading my legs wider for him.

“You like that? Like when I mark you, sweet girl?”

I whimper and nod my head, unable to form words at the moment. I want to be his. I want him as my own, my one and only.

Without warning, Adrian throws one of my legs over his shoulder, and then the other, before flattening his tongue and licking every part of me. My back bows off the bed as I shove more of my dripping, needy cunt into his face. I can’t help it. The way his warm, soft tongue laps at my wetness and then circles my clit has me practically fucking his face.

Adrian’s hands slide under my ass and grip me there, his fingers digging in deeper with each rough stroke of his tongue. He’s helping me find my rhythm as I rub my greedy pussy against his mouth.

“Ah-Adrian, please…” I gasp, clawing at the sheets and snapping my thighs around his head.

He grunts and focuses his attention on my clit, rubbing tight circles around my swollen button with his tongue. I can’t stop the breathy moans falling from my lips repeatedly, each one louder than the last as my muscles lock up and my pussy quivers around his tongue.

I teeter on the sharp edge of ecstasy, wanting to savor the aching pressure as it builds. When Adrian scrapes his teeth against my clit, pleasure slices through me, unleashing my pent-up need in one vicious explosion.

I cry out and lift up off the mattress, unable to contain the painful bliss rippling through every cell in my body. Wave after wave crashes into me in such rapid succession I don’t have time to catch my breath before I’m drawn under once again.

Adrian pushes me back down onto the bed with one large hand spread out over my lower belly, making me take all of what he’s offering. My skin burns between my thighs where his stubble is scraping me, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure taking over my body.

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