Page 53 of Right Where I Belong
Every word sent a bolt of anticipation through her. And God help her, shewantedto obey.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the zipper of her dress, but she held his gaze. Slowly, deliberately, she let the fabric slip from her shoulders. It cascaded down her body, pooling at her feet, revealing the black lace he’d gifted her.
Aditya let out a harsh exhale. His eyes drank her in, inch by inch, and it wasn’t just desire she saw on his face; it was awe too.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he rasped.
A boldness stirred inside her at the raw reverence in his tone. She stepped out of the dress and stood taller. “Good.”
He closed the distance in one stride. His hands cupped her face, and his mouth claimed hers in a wild kiss. Still kissing him, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. When she began to undo the buttons of his shirt, he caught her hands.
“The only person dictating how tonight goes is me,” he said, his voice dark with promise.
Then he stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Lie down on the bed for me,” he ordered. “Let me look at you.”
A shiver skated across her skin. Without a word, she did as he told her.
His gaze raked over her, slow and possessive, drinking in every inch of her like she was something rare. Something precious. His eyes darkened when they dropped to the scrap of silk and lace barely concealing her.
“Take it off.”
Before she could move, however, a growl of frustration tore through him, and his hands gripped the flimsy fabric.
“On second thought…” He tore it clean off her body, the soft rip of lace slicing through the thick silence. She gasped, her breath catching. The heat inside her became a raging volcano.
Oh God in heaven, this man was dangerously sexy when he took control, when he commanded her like that, his voice low, and his eyes blazing with intent. His eyes still on her, he began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, he revealed his gorgeous chest to her. Her mouth watered as he tossed the shirt aside and stood in front of her, his sharp abs rippling with every breath he took.
Then he climbed onto the bed, over her, caging her in with the strength of his body and the heat of his gaze. His arms bracedon either side of her, his muscles taut, and his breath ragged as he studied her face.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded.
She nodded.
His lips brushed hers in a bare whisper of a kiss. “Words, Sabrina. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want this,” she said.
“I’ve been dreaming about you like this,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve wanted you for too damn long. And now, I’m going to make you mine.”
She barely had a second to breathe before his mouth closed over her breast. Heat shot through her as he sucked on the tight peak, his tongue flicking and teasing until her back arched off the bed. Her breath hitched, her mouth went dry, and her senses spiraled. At the same time, his hips pressed hard against her aching core. A ragged cry tore from her throat. Her body trembled, her muscles tightened, and her blood roared in her ears. But he didn’t stop. God, he was relentless. His mouth worshipped her while the weight of him drove her wild. She could feel how hard he was—thick, demanding—and all she could think of was how desperately she wanted him. Needed him. Pleasure bloomed inside her. It built and built with each breath, with each grind of his hips against her core, with each possessive tug of his mouth on her breast.
“This is crazy…” she whispered. “I’m going crazy.”
He chuckled against her breast. “We’re only getting started, beautiful.”
And then he bit her nipple. She gasped as his tongue soothed the bite with slow, languid strokes. Bolts of lust slammed through her, making her toes curl. She couldn’t think anymore—every coherent thought dissolved into heat. Aditya was everywhere. His mouth, his hands, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Every inch of her felt claimed, branded by him.
He paid the same attention to her other breast, while his hands wandered lower until he was there, at the place where she ached for him most. One long finger slipped inside her, and she bit her lip, barely holding back a moan. Another finger joined, curling and thrusting, drawing her closer to the edge.
Then his mouth began its descent, trailing heat down her body. The moment his tongue met her core, she gasped. His strokes were slow and decadent, wrecking her in the sweetest way. His fingers moved in rhythm, scissoring deeper as his mouth sucked and licked with precision. She arched into him, chasing every flick and swirl, the pleasure building impossibly fast.
“Adi…” she gulped. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
He slowed his strokes, pulling her back from the edge. Just when her breathing began to steady, his mouth and fingers surged forward again—relentless, commanding—until she was writhing beneath him, her body tightening, her heart racing, her breaths a shattered rhythm of need. Her fingers fisted the sheets as the pressure coiled tighter, her moans spilling freely now. And then, with a sharp flick of his tongue and a precise curl of his fingers, she came apart—wild, desperate, undone.
When she opened her eyes, Aditya was watching her. Rising slowly, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze molten.
