Page 51 of His By Contract

Adrian’s fingers curled around her wrist, his thumb brushing the cool metal with deliberate care. His voice was low, authoritative, threaded with something deeper. “This stays on. You don’t take it off—ever. Not when you bathe. Not when you sleep. Understand?” His gaze fixed on her, leaving no room for argument.

Georgia swallowed, the weight of his claim settling over her like a second skin. “Yes, Sir.”

Adrian’s lips quirked just slightly, satisfaction flickering in his gaze. He pressed his lips to her palm, letting his breath warm her skin before straightening, his grip firm, possessive.

A soft gasp slipped past her lips as his hands found her waist, guiding her backward toward the bed. Her thighs met the edge of the soft sheets, and he lifted her, laying her down gently as her back sank into their cool embrace. The mattress dipped as Adrian followed, his knee sliding between her thighs, urging them apart. Looming over her, his eyes held hers captive as he settled his weight onto the bed.

His fingers traced her collarbone, following the path down between her breasts. “You’re mine.” The words ghosted across her skin. “Every inch.” His touch wandered lower, mapping her body like territory he intended to conquer.

His mouth trailed his hands, leaving a scorching path down her throat. Heat blossomed under his touch, each caress igniting nerve endings she hadn’t known she had. His deliberate attention made her muscles tremble, desire pooling between her thighs.

His thumbs brushed the sensitive peaks of her breasts, teasing her taut nipples as his mouth found her pulse, tongue swirling.

The claim sent a shockwave through her, desire crashing over her like a wave.

“Hold still.” The command rumbled against her skin as she arched into his touch. Georgia forced herself to comply, though her body screamed for more contact.

His hand trailed down her body in a slow, deliberate caress that made her breath catch. She gasped as his fingers roamed overher sensitive skin. The touch of his palm against her hip was a brand, searing her flesh as he rewarded her compliance.

His eyes captured hers. “Look at me while I touch you.” The intensity of his gaze pinned her in place as his fingers traced patterns on her inner thigh. “I want to see every reaction.”

Georgia couldn’t look away as pleasure coursed through her body. She felt owned, claimed, consumed by the raw need in his eyes and the controlled power of his hands.

The gold bracelet dug into her wrist as she clutched the sheets, its solid weight marking her as his. Adrian’s mouth curved, his approval evident.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending shivers down her spine. “So perfect when you submit.”

Georgia watched as Adrian rose above her. His fingers worked down his shirt buttons with deliberate slowness, each one revealing another inch of skin. The fabric slid from his shoulders, pooling on the floor beside the bed. A slow pulse of heat rolled through her at the sight of his muscled chest, the light casting shadows that emphasized every plane and ridge.

His hands moved to his belt, the metallic clink sending a shiver down her spine. The leather slipped free, falling beside his discarded shirt. Her pulse raced as his eyes never left hers, holding her captive with their intensity.

Adrian’s palm slid up her leg, his touch igniting sparks beneath her skin. He lifted her ankle to his shoulder, the position leaving her exposed and vulnerable. His fingers traced patterns along her calf, down her thigh, each stroke deliberate and possessive.

“Keep your eyes on mine.” His voice carried the weight of command, but underneath lay something deeper, almost raw. “I want to see everything you feel.”

Georgia struggled to maintain eye contact as pleasure coursed through her body. Adrian’s controlled expression wavered, his eyes revealing layers she rarely glimpsed: raw desire threaded with possessiveness, and something that made her heart stutter. For a moment, his carefully constructed walls cracked, a flash of tenderness bleeding through that stole her breath.

His hands continued their exploration of her legs, but the slight tremor in his touch betrayed how much her compliance moved him. Each soft gasp she made, each quiver of pleasure, drew subtle reactions from his solid frame, a hitch in his uneven breaths, the tightening of muscle along his jaw, heat darkening his piercing gaze.

His knee nudged her thighs apart as he settled between them, and Georgia felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through her core. She burned under his attention, her skin acutely aware of the cool air brushing over her skin, making her sensitive and hungry for his touch.

Adrian’s fingers grazed her inner thigh, his eyes capturing hers. She read the intent in his gaze, the demand for her not to look away.

His hand curved around her calf, fingers gently holding her in place as his thumb brushed leisurely over her folds. Her breath hitched at the sensation, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure through her.

The air hummed with tension as his fingers wandered with deliberate slowness, learning her, claiming her.

His fingers stilled, and his thumb pressed against her sensitive bundle of nerves. He watched her face as he applied just the right amount of pressure, learning what she liked, adjusting to her responses.

Her breath caught, and her hips twitched, unable to hold still under his expert touch. A soft sound escaped her, half-whimper and half-plea for more, betraying how desperately she needed him. Her fingers clenched the sheets until her knuckles whitened, seeking any anchor as his thumb circled gently, pulling tiny sparks of pleasure from her core that radiated through her entire body. Her chest tightened, lungs struggling to draw steady breaths as a delicious ache built with each deliberate stroke, every touch calculated to drive her closer to the edge while keeping her suspended in sweet torment.

His fingers found a rhythm, slow and steady, drawing out her desire, each touch sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. She was acutely aware of his thumb on her skin, his fingers, his hand holding her calf, his eyes never leaving hers.

He read her body like a masterpiece, a work of art that deserved to be savored. Her muscles coiled tight, the pressure building deliciously within her. Each stroke of his thumb dragged a soft gasp from her, her eyes never wavering from his as she gave him everything.

Georgia’s breath hitched as she rode the waves of pleasure he created with each stroke, building toward a peak that loomed just out of reach. Her core tightened, need coiling within her, desperate for release.

His thumb pressed, and she arched, a soft cry escaping her lips. Her fingers curled around his wrist, holding him against her as she shattered. Her body shook with the force of her release.

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