Page 75 of Heart of a Rebel

“What about it?” I drag my hands up her thighs but skate past her pussy and love how the nearness of my fingers is still enough to make her entire body shiver. I move up her small waist, over her stomach, brushing the underside of her breasts.

Sex has always been a means to an end for me. When I’ve wanted it, I’ve gotten it, and that’s been fine. But with Eloise, I could lay here all night touching her and taking my time. I could bury myself in her for hours and I’m not sure even that would be enough. As I drag my hands over her skin, I want to never stop.

Planting my hands on either side of her face, I hover there, waiting for her to answer my question.

Eloise lifts on her elbows, bringing her face just beneath mine. “You’re the only person who has ever looked at me like that. You see me, Adrian.”

“Always have.” I drag my hand into the hair at the back of her head and wrap my fingers through it. “Always will.”

She falls back onto the bed, and her hands move for my sweats, her movements turning more frantic as she tugs them down and releases me. I barely have time to strip my shirt off, before she lifts to kiss me, and wraps her hand around my dick.

That’s all it takes for my brain cells to vaporize. Her palm rubbing me up and down, guiding the head of my cock against her wet slit. Her hips lift, nudging me just inside, before lowering again.

“You wouldn’t be teasing me, would you.” I bite her bottom lip and pull, loving the smile it forces.

“Never.” But her body says different, as she rubs my dick against her clit, circling, before dragging it back down again.

“Fuck,” I grunt, trying not to come at the feel of her alone.

Eloise is breathing harder with each circle she makes, the wetness of her pussy now coating her hand as she slides it up and down me. It’s almost enough to drive me out of my mind. Or out of my body. Because I swear as I lay my body over her, we become one person.

She kisses me and I feel her body quiver. Her teeth clash against mine, and I know she’s right at the edge because she’s frantic. But I refuse to have her break apart and not feel it from inside her.

Grabbing her wrist, I pull it from my dick and pin it over her head, wrapping my other hand around her jaw as I break our kiss.

“Your orgasm is mine, Eloise.” I line myself up at her entrance. “And I want to feel every bit of it.”

Driving into her, I hit so deep that her head tips back and her scream is silent. I don’t let up, pulling out just enough to thrust in again, and again. As much as I wanted to do this slow, she makes me desperate.

“It’s mine,” I say again, burying my face in the crook of her neck and dragging my teeth along her throat, stopping to feel her pulse racing. “Now give it to me.”

She locks her legs around me and her whole body starts to shake. Eloise detonates in my hands—the most beautiful explosion. And I feel every pulse of it wrap around my cock as she tightens around me.

All-encompassing, quivering. She’s so tight I can’t take it and she drags my own climax out. Her pussy begging for my release as I pour into her.

As I claim her.

Because the truth is, it doesn’t matter what we say about our relationship. How I feel about Eloise is no secret. There’s no going back. She’s mine, and I’ll never let her try to convince me otherwise again.

27

Adrian

Eloisepausesbehindmethe moment I grip the handle to the tour bus.

“Everything okay?”

I look her up and down. Even though I fucked her body into absolute submission last night, her mind is another story. The pinched expression tells me she’s wild with worry.

She reaches for my hand and pulls me away from the door, resting her chest flush against mine, seeking comfort. It’s innocent and filled with trust, reminding me of the last time I saw Sam, standing with her in my arms before she got on the plane. Back when I felt like I still had the power to protect people. When it didn’t feel like everything I touch goes bad.

While Eloise grips tighter, fear wells up inside me. What if I can’t keep her safe?

She trusts you.

“Do we have to?” She mumbles against my chest.

I wrap my arms around her shoulders and hope she can’t hear the panic in my raging heart. “Unfortunately.”

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