Page 28 of Her BRATVA Protector
“Eyes on me, love.”
I open my eyes. I didn’t realize I had closed them.
“That’s my girl. I want ye looking at me when I get inside you.”
He pushes in. Slow. Inch by agonizing inch. I feel every ridge of him, every line of vein, every press of the cool metal at the tip dragging through the soft, swollen wet of me, and my mouth falls open. I cannot breathe. Adam’s eyes never leave mine. His jaw is tight and his nostrils flare as he watches me take him with the intensity of a man who’s been waiting for this moment since he first laid eyes on me.
“There,” he breathes when he is all the way in, his hips flush to mine, pressed against my soft thighs. “There, lass. Fuck… fuck.”
I am full of him. In a way I’ve not been full of anything. Ever. He is huge, and he is deep and the piercing…Shit, the piercing is pressed against something inside me that’s making my eyes well up…and Adam is staring at my face with his blue eyes blown black, his full lips parted, and a hand cupping the side of my face like he cannot believe what he’s looking at.
“Lisa.”
“Adam…”
“My Lisa.”
“I…”
“My fucking bride, aye?”
“Adam…”
“Say it, baby. Say it back.”
“I…yes…Adam…”
Then he starts to move. He pulls almost all the way out…slow, slow; the piercing dragging…and slides back in, deep, all the way, his hips snapping forward at the end so the heavy line of his cock hits something inside me that makes me let out more unhinged noises. Oh. Then again. And again. Oh, oh, oh…
He fucks me on my kitchen counter, with the granite cool under my thighs, and his hands are everywhere. One fist in my hair, the other on my breasts, then at my hip, cradling the back of my head. His mouth on my throat, the wet sounds of us, the most obscene thing I’ve ever heard in my life. And the most beautiful. I’m crying. Tears, running down my face. I don’t know when I started. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.
“Lass.” His voice has gone soft. “Baby, are ye…”
“Don’t stop.”
“Lisa…”
“Don’t stop, Adam, please don’t stop…”
“I’m not stopping, love. I’m not stopping. I just…fuck…”
He kisses me. Tender. My tears running into his mouth. He kisses me through them, slow and deep and patient, and his hips have not stopped moving, just slower now, grinding, every drag of him hitting the spot, the metal at the tip catching me on every pass, and I’m crying because…because…because nobody has ever…because I am thirty-five years old and nothing has ever felt this good.
“I know, love.” Against my mouth. He’s reading every thought before I have it. “I know. I got ye.”
“Adam…”
“I got ye, sweetheart.”
“I’m gonna…”
“Aye, love. Come for me.”
And I do. I come on Adam Maksimov’s cock in the middle of my kitchen with my back arched off the counter and my fingernails leaving marks across his shoulders and my mouth open against his, and I’m crying through it, the tears running down my temples into my hair, with Adam groaning into my mouth, his rhythm breaking, his slow grind has gone wild. He’s fucking me now, hard, deep, the cabinets rattling behind me with a steady knock. The heat of him inside me, climbing, his face contorting, his blue eyes squeezing shut, his beautiful mouth falls open and…
“Baby…sweetheart…Lisa…I’m…Fuck…”
“Yes.”
