Page 107 of Blind Devotion
“Is he why you and I…?”
I felt his nod against my cheek.
“At first, it was me. I thought I’d failed you. That you deserved better from a friend than someone who would leave you behind in the face of danger. Then it was the new duties I learned to take on with Yannick’s death. I rarely had time to sleep that first year. I think my father knew he wasn’t feeling well. That something was going to happen to him. The rare times he spoke to me outside of business, he told me I was showing disloyalty and weakness by keeping our friendship alive after what your brother did. He kept saying I needed to choose.”
“And you did.” I closed my eyes, not sure I wanted to hear this part.
“Not the way you think. I gave a man his dying wish.”
“Oh, Adrien.” My eyes watered through scrunched eyelids.
“I was an idiot. I thought for some stupid reason that giving him his last wish would erase all the disappointment he’d had for me.” He scoffed. “No weakness. No hesitation. No pain, like he used to say. I did as he’d taught me. I didn’t hesitate. I called you at his bedside. I said so many things to you that I regretted, but he looked at me with so much pride in that moment. I didn’t stop. You know what he said to me when I hung up? ‘Finally.’ That was all I got before he died.”
“Why didn’t you ever contact me after?”
“Loyalty. Pride. Regret. Pick one. I shut the door on us. I hurt you. And I’d made a promise. I couldn’t reopen that door. I didn’t even know how to forgive myself. Not until you came back to me.”
I burrowed into his neck, tears slipping down my face, as he stroked my hair back.
“Do I have you, Tessa? Tell me I didn’t lose you. Tell me this isn’t what keeps us apart again.”
I trailed kisses up from where his suit jacket collar rested against his neck to his chin and finally his lips. I put everything in that kiss, soft and smooth like my hope for us, deep and hard for the strength of my emotions, and finally, rough nips to his lips for all the anguish. He gave me exactly what I asked for—honesty—and while my heart panged for the girl I once was, it wasn’t broken. It wasn’t hurting. No, it was beating, hard and strong.
“What do you think?”
His mouth spread into a wicked grin against my own. “Thank heavens.”
His lips captured mine, telling me everything in one kiss. I was his. He was mine. His thumbs slipped into my panties from behind and tugged. I started to rise, thinking he meant to pull them down my thighs. A rip split the air, and the lacy garment fell off.
“Adrien!”
“Stay right there. You’re not getting off me until you’re full of me,tigresse.” The metal clasp of his belt clinked, and a zipper lowered. I squirmed in place as he untucked himself from his boxer briefs and yet stayed fully dressed. “A part of me will be with you wherever you are today. On me. By my side. In the next room. Across town.” His cock was hot and hard, gliding between my thighs with a mix of his pre-cum and my wetness. “No matter where we are, we’ll be together.”
“Is that what I want?” I teased. He bit my neck and suckled on it.
“You get to choose whether you put me in or if I do. Either way, this body’s mine.”
“Oh, is it?” I liked this game. I also liked taking back a bit of the control. I slipped my hand between us, wrapped it around his thick, silky-warm shaft, and pumped him a couple of times.
“Tessa.” Who knew my name, half growled and half groaned, could be so sexy?
I rolled my hips, rubbing my juices all over him. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks.
“Get me inside you. Now.”
I tittered and kept grinding. “Make me.”
His loss of control was everything I never knew I needed. He lifted me up, redirected the position of his dick, and slammed me back down on top of him. I whimpered breathlessly. His mouth attacked mine as he pummeled into me from below with frantic intent. I clung to his suit jacket, loving that he didn’t need to be soft, that he knew this was what I needed. A release of tension and fear in a hard, fast fuck for the ages.
He bucked his hips at a new angle, reaching deeper. I mewled. Over and over, he pounded into me. I was reaching that peak, sprinting toward it. I clenched tighter around him, preparing to topple over it. Suddenly, he was lifting us. My legs wrapped around his waist. With a swipe of his hand, plates crashed to the floor in an explosion of cracks and splats. My back landed on the cool wood, and then he was pulling out. Before I could beg for him to get back in, his tongue was in my pussy, thrusting in and out, then licking a swipe around my clit, only to bury himself back inside. I moaned and whined for more.
Fingers replaced his tongue. His teeth nibbled my inner thighs, close but so far away from where I needed that mischievous tongue of his.
“Say you’re mine.” Another bite to my thigh, sending prickles of electric heat all over. I gasped.
“I’m yours.”
“Say you won’t leave me.”
