Page 4 of Exposing Adonis

“You’re so beautiful,” I thrust in. The sound of our bodies slapping together was music to my ears. “When you ask me for what you want.” God, she was so tight, each movement made my vision blur. “I’ll give anything,” Another hard thrust. “That these beautiful lips ask for.”

“Then fuck me!” Her head shook again, as if not believing her own words. “Take my control. Don’t let me think…” Her words drifted off as I strove to provide what she needed, bucking my hips in faster and faster. “Just make me feel.”

She unlocked desires that had been suppressed in my soul for too long. I wanted her tied to my bed, spread for me, ready to serve my every need like a fucking toy. I wanted to degrade and bully her into submission in a way no other woman would ever be able to take without breaking. Where another woman might break, my Atalanta would bend, snapping back into place, giving me back the same pressure I pushed on her.

But my perverse desires would have to wait. She needed to open slowly for me, to surrender bit by bit, until we molded to each other’s needs.

“I’m coming,” Her eyes shot open, her beautiful black eyes wide with concern as her body tensed. “Fuck. It’s… too much… I can’t…”

I swallowed her protests with a kiss. Nothing but her safe word would save her now. And I knew she wouldn’t say it. She’d never admit defeat.

She moaned into my mouth as her thighs quivered and tightened. I pistoned deep, my body rubbing against her clit as my cock buried deep in her heat. As she climaxed, her scent filled the air, her wetness coating my thighs, and she shivered like a leaf beneath me.

I released her mouth, and smiled at her. Glassy eyed and well ridden, she was a fucking dream. A fantasy of all carnal desires.

“My turn.” My hand around her throat tightened, taking her air, and she gasped but made no move to remove my hand as I pinned her down.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, please…”

“You like this, darling?”

“Yes.” Her mewl was light, and quiet. “Use me.”

Good god, she would break me.

I obliged my little goddess, using her body with a ferocity I didn’t know I had. Thrusting with no regard to her comfort or her pleasure, which only elevated her own. When she screamed in pleasure, her cunt tensing around another orgasm, I lost all control. My balls tightened, and I filled her in several, aching jerks before I collapsed on top of her.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered into her hair, running my fingertips lightly over her bare skin. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I’m yours,” she responded automatically. It made my cock jump and come to life again inside her. She gasped. “Again?”

“I’m never going to get enough of you, Atalanta,” I said, kissing her throat. “So yes. I’d go again.”

Those words surprised me as much as they must have surprised her. The truth of it struck somewhere deep inside me, and a plan started forming in my head. I’d let her sleep on the plane ride to Istanbul, then make a phone call when we landed. I intertwined her fingers through mine, as I looked at her fingers. They were long, slender and rough on the pads. Feminine, sure, but strong.

I captured her mouth, taking nips at the delicate, plump lower lip. “But we don’t have time for it right now.”

I had never wanted anything the way I wanted her, and I needed to act fast.

Chapter 2

Lea

Somewhere over Eurasia

Istaredoutofthe window, seated on a loveseat with Callum. He had draped his heavy arm around my shoulders, and barely let me out of arm’s length, as if I’d run away.

That was a ridiculous thing to think. Who would run away from this luxury? If it wasn’t for the airline seatbelts between the cushions, I would hardly know we were on a plane.

I had long suspected that guys like Callum traveled first class, maybe in one of those pod seats that expanded into a bed, on a plane that had two stories and a bar. The crazy rich stuff that only really exists in movies, and in the top one percent.

But chartering their own flying apartment was not something I had imagined. The place smelled like sandalwood and vanilla, and not the frantically recycled broken wind and bad breath of an overcrowded plane. Nor did I think that Callum’s friend, Alastair, would welcome me aboard with a: “Please keep your hands and arms inside the aircraft at all times. We are not equipped for skydiving and any alternate shenanigans.”

What was in the tea he was sipping?

The solid, warmth of Callum’s arm around my shoulder kept me rooted in place, distracting me from the tightness in my belly, as I looked at the opulence around me. It was so easy to be seduced by it. Was I more attracted to Callum because of his fine whiskey and pretty suits? I wasn’t sure.

We had taken off without a hitch. Our takeoff was swift, but smooth, so maybe that Alastair guy knew what he was doing after all.

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