Page 25 of The Four Leaf

It’s euphoria and agony rolled into one–an indescribable pain that dissolves as quickly as it comes, transforming into blinding pleasure.

“Do you hear that? You’re so fucking wet, Sam. So fucking perfect.”

I actually mewl at his words, emotions expanding in my chest and heightening my awareness to everywhere he’s connected to me. His touch is both burning and soothing, creating a conundrum of sensations I can’t pick out individually.

He moves faster, his cock dragging through me before hitting a spot that took years of self-exploration to find. It’s as though he knows me better than I know myself, and it makes me hate that we waited so long to finally do this.

To give in.

“How are you doing that?” I cry out, loving the feel of his fingers digging into my hips.

He won’t let me move. I’m completely at his mercy–stuck–only able to receive what he’s willing to give me. And he’s giving me everything I can take.

A clap of thunder rolls overhead, matching the growls Adrian releases every time he plows back inside of me. He feels too good, too perfect. I bite my hand, the overwhelming sensation bubbling to the surface, while the threat of my face being so close to the knife ignites a different type of excitement altogether.The polished silver acts as a mirror, allowing me to watch as he moves in and out, while his mouth forms a near animalistic snarl.

I bite harder, muffling my desperate whines.

One of Adrian’s hands snakes around and palms my breast, his finger pinching my pebbled nipple, making me gasp. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you. I want everyone to hear how I make you feel.”

His hand disappears from my nipple and moves up, wrapping around the blade before yanking it from the stump and using it to cut through the makeshift bondage. He pulls himself out of me, before hauling my body from the wood and tossing me on my back in the patch of clovers.

My hair fans out amongst the plants, a heavy contrast against the dark greenery. Adrian must think so too, because the same predatory gaze from earlier is back. A nerve in his jaw tics and his eyes lower, becoming almost scary.

But God, do I love it.

My instinct should be to move, to try and run, but he must see it cross my features because he lifts both my legs above his shoulders and slams back inside of me.

I gasp, the position allowing him to hit much deeper spots, decorating my vision with little white stars. His iron grip holds me in place as his head moves to the side. He grazes his teeth along one of my calves before slipping off both my shoes I hadn’t even realized were still on. When he reaches the arch in my foot, he nips the tight flesh, chuckling when I hiss through my teeth.

Adrian caresses the spot with his thumb, kneading it lightly. “I’m the only one who gets to massage these feet. Understand.”

His gravelly voice makes my insides flutter. “Yes.”

“That’s my girl.”

He starts his pace slowly, tilting my hips to give me the perfect view of his cock sliding out of me, glimmering in my wetness.

“Adrian,” I whimper.

“Say it,” he growls, knowing exactly what I want. What I’ve already become addicted to.

I swallow around the pulse thrumming in my throat. “Harder.”

He smirks, parting his mouth to lick over the top row of his teeth. “My needy, needy prey.”

Then, he fucks me. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, holding tight as he rams into me with abandon. He completely loses himself, fucking me relentlessly while a mix of groans and growled curses falls from his lips.

I scrape my nails down his arm in an attempt to gather any type of leverage. But when he hisses at the sharp contact, I fall in love with the sound and jab my nails in deeper.

A fire builds low in my belly, the constant friction of him dragging along my spot, pushing me closer to another orgasm.

Adrian must notice the change and drops my legs, leaning forward to capture my lips. The kiss is hungry, his tongue tangling with mine before licking every corner of my mouth. It’s filled with words we can’t say, and new emotions I’ve never felt. By the time we come up for air, tremors are running through my spine, a new knowledge somehow in place.

Neither of us addresses it, and instead, he lowers his hand, finding my throbbing clit with his thumb. He works it in hard circles, moving feverishly as his pace increases.

My head begins to swim, the budding pressure growing tight before finally exploding, erupting through my veins like fire. I scream out as the orgasm rips through me, grabbing Adrian’s muscled back as he chases his own release, driving into me at a punishing pace. His head dips as he bites the space under my collarbone, a tremor working down his spine.

He comes as the sky splits open, his roar in tune with the rolls of thunder. Even as the soft rain pelts into his back, he continues to fuck me through his orgasm, a mix of his sweat and the water dripping onto my chest.

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