Page 69 of Venomous Vows

However, he’s on top of me the next minute and the comforter is thrown off me after.

“Then I’ll just give you your birthday present,piccola diavola,and be on my way.”

His face nestles between my neck and shoulder, that rough stubble brushing against my cheek and throat as he places one solid kiss along the sensitive skin and I force back a groan.

“Lock your legs around me, Elena.”

God, I want to.

The feeling of Adrian’s large body between my thighs is enough to send me upward and on the brink of losing my shit.

“Fucking me isn’t what I want for my birthday,” I profess, lying to myself and him. Just because it’s the day I was born doesn’t give me a free pass. It won’t erase the actions of today at midnight like Cinderella.

“I know,” Adrian replies softly. “I had something else in mind.”

And then he’s gone from my neck, getting onto his knees and sliding down the mattress before his head is rightthere.

He peels my cotton shorts away, leaving my panties there to stare at for whatever fucking reason, and my skin inflames with anticipation and sheer desire.

This is insane.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you,piccola diavola?” I open my lips and hope that something comes out when he quips, “Too damn long.”

Then his mouth falls to my inner thigh and I flinch, my body void of physical contact from a man for far too long for me to be almost writhing underneath him.

One of his fingers hooks my panties to the side, not allowing me the grace to get used to what he’s doing to me before his lips find my lower ones and he sucks on my clit like he’s about to be yanked away from me.

My spine arches, brain malfunctioning as my body craves more of what he’s offering. I know who’s down there, but I can’t bring myself to really care.

It’s my birthday. You’re supposed to be given something.

Adrian’s tongue slides inside me and I gasp, fingers clutching the white sheets beneath me, and I’m soaring. He spreads my ass cheeks, opening me wider as I begin to ride his face.

I don’t care that he can hold it against me later.

I need the release he’s handing out to me and I’m only human, after all.

A deprived and sexless woman who is aging by the day.

“There you go,piccola diavola,” Adrian praises against my heat. “Take what you want. Fuck my face until you come.”

His words, the way he hungers for me to do exactly what he says, only takes me a step higher. My knees clamp around his head as I glance down to see the muscles of his back flexing. His dark mass of hair between my thighs and a whole lot of work being put into making me fall apart around him.

Adrian, to my shock, is a giving man, and I didn’t expect all this. The agreement was to service him, when he wanted, but he’s done nothing but give. To make sure my needs are met without giving himself anything in return.

It only conjures up the thought of letting him inside me. To watch Adrian lose himself and see what shade of green illuminates his eyes.

I don’t want easy and slow with him.

I crave the danger he emits that will get me burned if I’m not too careful.

Two fingers are pressed inside me next as Adrian assaults my sensitive clit, pumping inside me without an ounce of relief. He wants everything from me but takes nothing in return.

It makes no sense.

This isn’t the Adrian I remember from years ago. The man would beat the shit out of someone just to take their seat. He was feared and respected. There wasn’t anything that he couldn’t obtain or have.

I’ve dreamed of you, piccola diavola.

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