Page 47 of Peasants and Kings
“Your punishment,” he reminded me. “Because you didn’t listen.”
He devoured the flesh between my legs. Hadrian knew the perfect masterful pressure to exert to bring me to the edge, only to pull back before my climax. And then he’d start all over again, tirelessly, for what seemed like eternity.
“Hadrian,” I moaned, mindless with my need to come.
“Tell me what you want, Eden,” he commanded. “Maybe I’ll give it to you.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered, the fever of desire making me mindless.
“I don’t have a condom. I told you, I didn’t plan on being with a Rex girl tonight.”
“I’m on birth control and I just had a physical. I’m clean.”
“So am I.” Hadrian grinned, revealing his feral intensity. He slid up my body and positioned himself at my entrance. He thrust inside of me in one expert movement, causing my breath to hitch at the sudden invasion of him.
I felt him everywhere, deeply.
Hadrian didn’t take his eyes off me as he started to move, slowly at first and then when my body began to give into him, make room for him, he picked up speed. His thrusts became ruthless and dominating, his hand clasped the back of my neck as he brought my lips to meet his.
His tongue plunged with the rhythm of his body. Desire had me digging my nails into his back.
“You like that?” he whispered harshly, his mouth against mine. “What about this?”
He rammed into me and angled his pelvis so that I had no choice but to come.
Waves of pleasure consumed me. I arched my back, wanting to drag it out for as long as possible.
With a curse in a language I didn’t understand, Hadrian clasped my hips in a bruising grip and emptied himself.
We stilled and Hadrian propped up on his elbows to stare into my eyes.
He smiled slightly and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before sliding out of me. I watched him heave his mighty body off the bed and pad naked to the bathroom.
I wasn’t usually a fan of brawny men that looked like they could crack skulls for a living, but something about the way Hadrian strutted made me appreciate his sensual grace despite his size.
I didn’t know what to do now. Was I supposed to get up and sleep in one of the guest rooms? Give him his space?
He came back from the bathroom and climbed into bed. I got out of the other side and went to the bathroom to clean up. After I did my business, I looked at myself in the mirror. Tousled waves, bright eyes, flushed cheeks.
I headed back to the bedroom. Hadrian was in bed, the covers pulled up to his waist. He had one arm tucked beneath his head and his seductive gaze tracked my every movement.
“So, I guess I’ll sleep in the guest room,” I said awkwardly.
“Why would you do that?” he asked.
“Because—well, sleeping together isn’tsleepingtogether.”
“Eden,” he began. “How am I going to take you in the middle of the night if I roll over and find you aren’t there?”
Heat crept up my cheeks at the mention of his desire. I was already tender between my legs, but I knew I’d want him again too.
He flipped the covers back in a silent command for me to climb into bed, and then he turned the bedside lamp on.
I flipped off the main light and then went to my side of the bed, sliding between the sheets, naked.
I mirrored his pose, lying on my back, arm tucked underneath my head to stare at the ceiling.
He flicked the lamp off and we were blanketed in darkness.
