Page 52 of His By Contract

Adrian’s eyes gleamed with possession and something else she couldn’t name as he watched her ride out the waves pulsing through her. When she finally stilled, she found him watching her with an intense, unguarded gaze. For a heartbeat, she glimpsed something that looked like wonder in the depths of his eyes.

She saw past his polished exterior to the man underneath, the one he kept carefully hidden from the world.

He brushed the backs of his fingers over her sensitive skin, coaxing aftershocks that made her tremble.

A sharp gasp escaped her as Adrian pressed a finger inside her. A spark raced through her, an electric jolt of pleasure that had her arching into his touch. His eyes blazed with a commanding intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

She could see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric of his slacks, and she wanted him with a hunger that surprised her.

“Look at you.” His voice was low, steady, a hint of pride threading through the control. “So eager to take everything I give you. I barely touch you, and you’re already so desperate for more.”

The words sent a hot, thrilling pulse through her core, making her want to offer herself to him completely.

Adrian’s eyes held hers captive as he worked open his slacks, freeing his erection. Georgia’s breath hitched at the sight of him, the length of him straining toward her.

He leaned over her, his body a potent mix of sleek muscle and coiled power. A few dark strands of hair fell forward, brushingagainst his forehead as he guided himself to her entrance, his eyes locking onto hers, intent on seeing every flicker of desire, every unguarded response.

She wanted this, wanted all of him.

With a thrust, he pressed inside her, filling her completely. She was slick and ready, taking him easily. A soft moan escaped her lips as he buried himself within her, the sensation of being claimed by him sending sparks dancing across her skin.

Georgia’s fingers dug into the hard planes of his shoulders, her body opening to him, welcoming his invasion. He held still, giving her a moment to adjust to the stretch and burn of him, the thick length of him buried inside her. Then he began to move, his thrusts deliberate and controlled, his body a force possessing hers.

His hands moved to her wrists, capturing them effortlessly and pinning them above her head. The shift in control sent a thrill through her, a fresh wave of arousal tightening low in her belly.

He held her wrists firmly, his grip possessive as he set a steady rhythm. She watched his eyes, saw the way he devoured her with his gaze, and knew he was watching her reactions, gauging her pleasure.

Georgia felt the stretch of him, the thick length of his cock burying itself inside her, igniting a fire in her nerve endings. The burn was delicious, a sharp pleasure that had her craving more. She was keenly aware of his size, the way her body had to adjust to accommodate him, and the power he held over her in that moment. It was a heady feeling, being at his mercy, and she reveled in it.

One hand slid from her wrists to her hip, holding her firmly as he guided her to meet his thrusts. Their bodies moved as one, a symphony of power and surrender. His grip on her wrist tightened with every thrust, a silent command for her to submit, and she gladly obeyed.

The force of his thrusts pushed Georgia into the bed, the soft mattress a stark contrast to the hardness of his flesh driving into hers. She reveled in the loss of control, her body willingly surrendering to his will. It was a dance of power and submission, and she was eager to follow his lead.

“Take it,” he commanded, his voice low and uncompromising. “Take every inch.”

She nodded, her breath coming in sharp gasps as he filled her completely. “Yes… yes…” Her words came out in ragged breaths. “God, yes. Right there.” Georgia arched into him, desperate for more of that delicious friction.

He thrust harder, faster, his grip on her wrist tightening further, a silent promise that he had no intention of stopping.

Her breath quickened as he drove her toward the edge. Her body tightened around him, each stroke building the pressure until she was wound tight, pleasure singing through her veins.

His movements became more urgent, his grip on her wrists tightening further as he chased his own release.

Georgia arched into him, crying out as pleasure crashed over her. Her inner walls fluttered around him, milking his release. Adrian’s breath hitched as he found his own climax, his eyes holding hers, his cock buried deep within her.

In that moment, with their gazes locked, something passed between them: an unspoken understanding, a glimpse into the hidden depths of their connection.

Adrian pressed his forehead to hers, his breath warm against her skin. For a heartbeat, he let his controlled façade slip, revealing an emotional vulnerability that left her breathless.

Georgia felt Adrian’s heart beating against her chest as he remained inside her, their bodies still intimately connected. His grip on her wrists loosened, and his hands slid to cradle her face. His touch was firm but gentle, thumbs brushing along her cheekbones with careful possession.

“You’re perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rich with a quiet intensity that made her shiver. “So beautiful when you surrender.”

Her hands found his shoulders, fingers tracing slow patterns over his warm skin. She felt the solid strength of him, the power held carefully in check. Her touch lingered, tentative at first, then bolder, an unspoken surrender, yielding to his dominance with a quiet, undeniable need. Something shifted between them, their connection deepening with each gentle caress.

His lips pressed against her forehead in a lingering kiss. “Good girl,” he breathed against her skin, the praise settling warm in her chest.

Adrian adjusted their position slightly, keeping their bodies joined as he made them more comfortable. His hand settled on her lower back, pulling her closer, keeping her anchored to him. The possessive touch grounded her, making her feel safe and cherished.