Page 40 of His By Contract

He lifted the fabric, baring her legs, his movements slow and torturous. She couldn’t suppress a shiver as cool air kissed her heated skin. He spread her legs, his gaze dropping to take in the newly revealed sight, and she felt exposed, laid bare for his inspection.

Adrian’s eyes darkened, his gaze fierce and hungry. Slowly, he lowered himself, settling on his knees between her open legs. He leaned forward, his breath ghosting over her skin, sending goosebumps racing across her bare flesh.

His hands skimmed up her thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin on the inside of her legs. Her body trembled at the touch, a reflexive response she couldn’t control. His fingers traced patterns that made her breath quicken, her skin tingling with anticipation.

His eyes held hers captive as he slowly removed her thong, his fingers lingering on her skin as he slid the fabric down her legs. The vulnerability of the moment hit her, but instead of fear, she felt a surge of power. He wanted her, and in that vulnerability, she held a different kind of strength.

Georgia’s eyes never left his as he straightened, tall before her. The urge to reach for him, to pull him close, was a tangible thing, but she resisted, wanting to draw out this moment, to savor the tension that had built between them.

His hands moved to the buttons of his dress shirt, deft and purposeful. Georgia watched, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths as he revealed more of his skin to her hungry gaze. The fabric fell open, baring the hard planes of his chest, dusted with a light scattering of hair that tapered down his abdomen.

The shirt slid from his shoulders, leaving him bare before her. The play of light and shadow across his muscular form sent a tremor through her. Adrian’s gaze was direct as he held her captive with nothing but his eyes.

Georgia felt a surge of desire so intense it threatened to consume her. This man, this undeniable force of nature, was all hers in this moment. The knowledge sent a fierce rush of possession through her, a mirror to the claiming he promised to deliver.

Adrian’s fingers curled around her hips, pushing the dress up, exposing more of her skin to his touch. He drew it up her stomach, briefly cupped her breasts, before drawing the dress off her completely.

She was laid bare for his inspection, and the vulnerability of the moment only fueled the heat curling through her.

The air thickened as their eyes met, his gaze searing her skin. She saw the same turbulent desire mirrored in that glacial stare, knew he wanted her just as fiercely as she ached for him.

Her pulse quickened as the silence was broken by the slow rasp of his zipper. The deliberate, intimate noises filled the room as her eyes remained fixed on him, waiting.

Slowly, he lowered himself, settling between her open legs. She could feel the hard length of him, his arousal pressing against her core. The sensation ignited a spark that turned her insides liquid.

Adrian leaned forward, his hands sliding up her thighs, thumbs brushing the soft skin on the inside of her legs.

She arched beneath him, but it wasn’t a resistance. It was an offering. An invitation. Her body, once so tense and guarded, now ached with need, craving his weight, his possession.

His fingers dug into her hips, steadying her, as he positioned himself. The tip of his erection brushed against her entrance, a teasing promise that made her back arch instinctively, silently begging for more.

And then, with a swift, deliberate thrust, he claimed her.

Georgia’s breath punched out of her lungs at the sensations overloaded her nervous system. His length filled her, stretching her, igniting a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

He stilled for a moment, buried deep within her, giving her time to adjust to the feel of him. His hands tightened on her hips, possessive, branding her as his midnight gaze devoured every flicker of pleasure that crossed her face.

Her skin was flushed, every nerve ending alive, singing with the heady mix of pleasure and pain. She looked up at him, eyes wide, searching, needing to see him, to anchor herself in the storm he’d unleashed within her.

Adrian withdrew, his tip brushing the most sensitive spot inside her, eliciting a gasp. And then he surged forward again, his pace slow and relentless.

His hips rocked against hers, each thrust sending jolts of sensation through her body. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot that made her entire body tighten with unspoken needs.

With each movement, her body responded, drawing him deeper, her muscles contracting around him in helpless welcomes. She met his thrusts, her body moving instinctively, a dance as old as time.

He bent his head, his mouth finding her ear, her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he nipped and suckled, marking her. She felt his breath fan across her skin, sending shivers racing down her spine.

The pleasure built, coiling tighter with each thrust, sparking from the point where they joined, radiating outward, consuming her. Her hands reached for him, her nails scraping his back as she clung to him, needing to feel the hard planes of his chest against her breasts, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her.

His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that stole her breath. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin, holding her steady as he claimed her with relentless possession.

A low moan tore from Georgia’s throat, the sound raw and primal. The building pressure inside her tightened further, a coiled spring ready to release.

The scent of sex and sweat filled her senses, heady and intoxicating. Her fingers dug into his back, scratching, needing to brand him as he had her.

His thrusts grew more urgent, his hips pumping with increased force. The evidence of his loss of control sent a thrill through her. She met his pace, her body matching his, rising to meet each powerful thrust.

She felt his body tense, his muscles contracting as he reached his peak. His breath hissed out between clenched teeth as he buried himself deep within her one final time. His release triggered her own, a volcanic explosion that consumed her, shattering her into a million pieces. Her core tightened as pleasure tore through her, wave after wave, turning her cries to pleas, her muscles contracting around him.

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