Page 19 of Make Me Your Hitta

Adonis’s nightmarishly dark eyes met mine, brooding and intense. Then he kissed me again, and all the darkness in the world fell away. My hands roamed over him, memorizing the hard planes of his chest and the heat radiating from his brown skin. I traced the line of his neck, the curve of his full lips, pulling him back to mine with a desire that bordered on desperation.

“Mmm.”

A groan tore from his throat as he surrendered, his mouth crashing against mine with an intensity that spoke of pent-up longing and raw need. Our kiss was a dance of tongues and teeth, a mingling of breaths that blurred the lines between protector and protected, between right and wrong.

He stumbled forward until we hit the bed, and my back crashed against the sheets. He slipped my satin tank top over my head, leaving me sprawled out in my satin shorts before he pulled off his ripped shirt. His eyes darkened as the belt of his slacks clicked, and his pants slid off. His dick was just as big as I remembered, and it made my mouth water.

Adonis had been my first lover, the man who’d taught me sins of the flesh existed and then abruptly ended it all. But I was a grown woman now and wanted him in ways I couldn’t even begin to understand back then.

“Make me yours again. Even if it’s just for tonight.” I whispered as he descended on me, his lips punishing mine.

His touch was rough, though not unwelcomed, as he ripped my shorts off and tossed them to the floor. At that moment, I knew I had him. The man who had stood by my side, distant yet always within reach, was now as lost in the tempest of passion as I was. We were two souls caught on the edge of madness—wild, reckless, and utterly free.

Adonis’s lips left mine, trailing a path of fire down my neck, pausing to brand his claim on the sensitive flesh where my pulse beat wildly. I arched into him as he continued his descent, each kiss, each nibble sending jolts of electricity through my veins. When he finally nestled between my thighs, the heat of his breath teased over my skin, and I couldn’t suppress the shiver that wracked my body.

“Mmm, shit,” I whimpered, anticipation coiling tight within the pit of my stomach.

“Shh, just feel.” He murmured against the trembling tenderness of my inner thigh.

My body jerked forward, my spine bowing off the bed as his tongue touched my raw flesh, right where I was most exposed—most needy. It was both a discovery and a homecoming.His mouth moved with an expertise that contradicted the emotionless mask he wore daily.

He didn’t stop, his lips suckling, pulling sensations from me I didn’t know were possible. When two fingers slipped inside, stretching and filling me, I cried out, gripping the sheets for dear life. My world narrowed down to the relentless pleasure he drew from me, the way he worshiped me with his mouth, the steady thrust of his hand. It was too much and not enough all at once.

“Fuck, Adonis, I’m…” The words broke off into a gasp as another wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me drenched in its wake.

My thighs trembled as he snaked up my body, his movements predatory yet achingly tender. His eyes locked onto mine, dark with lust and something fiercer, something that said he knew exactly what he was about to take and give.

“Are you sure?” he rasped, poised at my entrance.

“Please,” I whispered, not caring about anything but the need to have him fill the aching emptiness deep inside me.

He didn’t ask for any more permission; he just took me, burying himself deep inside me with a low growl that made my toes curl. His thick erection stretched me in a delicious way, one that made my skin crawl from the tension and pleasure. He groaned as he snapped back and pushed forward. I locked my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He began to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that felt as ancient as time. Each thrust nudged me closer to oblivion, his body a perfect counterpoint to my own.

“God, yes.” I panted, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck.” Adonis panted as his hips moved even faster. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Xenobia.”

He loomed over me, a silent promise etched into every line of his face. As we moved together, I realized that this was morethan physical. This was surrender, acceptance. We were two halves of a whole, dancing on the edge of forever.

Adonis’s movements stilled, and he hovered above me, eyes searching mine for an answer to a question he hadn’t asked. The raw need in his gaze was something I’d never seen before, something that told me the man who had always been a fortress was now laying himself bare.

“I’ve always wanted you, Nobi. Always,” he confessed through a rough whisper, his lips brushing mine with every word.

The intensity of his admission sent shivers racing down my spine. “I’ve always wanted you too.”

His breath fanned hot against my skin as he leaned in closer. “Take me, baby. Fuck me. Move with—me,” he commanded as his voice broke.

Something primal within me ignited. His plea sent a thrill that spiraled through my veins. I arched my back to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. I couldn’t get enough of him. His hands caressed my C-cup breasts, squeezing them roughly as he continued to pound into me. Pain and pleasure swirled together, an intoxicating mix that stole my breath.

“Harder,” I whimpered, pressing my nails into his back. “Don’t stop, Adonis. Fuck this pussy harder. I can take it.”

Adonis obliged, shattering my name between gritted teeth as he pounded into me mercilessly. The world narrowed to the intensity in his eyes, a stormy color that seemed to pull me deeper into the tempest of our passion. Our hands roamed with reckless abandon, mapping the landscape of once-claimed territory, his rough palms igniting fire trails on my skin, my fingers tangling in his dark curls, reeling him closer.

My hips rose to meet his, matching the urgent rhythm he set. Each movement was a discovery, each connection a revelation.The sensation of him filling me completely stole my breath away. It was more than physical. It was elemental.

Sensation after sensation coursed through me until I couldn’t take it any longer.

“Donny,” I whispered, voice trembling as pleasure built, coiling tight within me.

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