Page 134 of Adam
I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. It’s ridiculous how he makes me feel safer than I’ve ever felt, even while calling himself a monster. Maybe he is one. Maybe I just don’t care.
And fuck me, whatever he thinks he is—or he really is—I’m drawn to it, and I can’t pull away. I’m drawn to his darkness even more than I was drawn to his hero side. How is this even possible?
I always thought I’d find someone to save me from my parents. Don his hero cape and rescue me. Maybe steal me from them—I wouldn’t mind. I always thought I’d be lucky enough to find the prince of this fairy tale, and for a moment, that’s what I thought he was.
I was wrong.
It’s the part right before everything goes bad, and I am already stepping into it. He’s a monster, the villain in my story,yet somehow, his darkness feels like home. It terrifies me, but I can’t run. I don’t even think I want to.
I lean in and press a soft, unsure kiss to his lips. He answers without hesitation, mouth rougher and more demanding. My lips fall into step before I even realize it.
In an instant, his hands grip my waist and he rolls me onto the bed, following me down without breaking the heat of our kiss.
His hand is in my hair, holding me still. The other slides down my spine slowly, until it curves over my ass and pulls me tight against his cock, thick and hard through his pants.
I whimper into his mouth, my hips moving instinctively.
His grip tightens.
That soft kiss shifts in an instant. He growls low in his throat and kisses me harder, like he’s starving. Like I’m the only thing that’s ever satisfied him.
I moan, dizzy from the heat between us.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.
The words leave my mouth before I can second-guess them. He freezes for half a second. Then his eyes darken.
“Are you sure?” he says, even though he already knows.
I nod.
“No,” he groans. “Say it again. Say it like you mean it.”
I look up at him, completely exposed and soaked already.
“I want you to fuck me.”
His lips curl into something feral.
“Good girl.”
Slowly, he takes off my clothes, leaving me almost naked beneath his stare. He leans closer and grips my chin, tilting my face up.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls.
He pulls back and takes off his shirt, revealing his strong, muscular body.
He spreads my thighs with his hands and places me exactly where he wants me.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers over my panties. “All this from one kiss?”
My face burns. I don’t deny it.
He pulls them down and tosses them aside. I’m bare, and the way he looks at me makes my breath hitch.
“Fuck, I can finally taste you properly.”
He kneels between my legs and runs his tongue up my inner thigh.
