Page 163 of Caterina
He looks down at me, his gaze hot and possessive.
"You are so beautiful," he says, and I believe him.
He lowers himself, not enough to put pressure on his wound, but enough for me to feel the heat of his body, the weight of him on me.
He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit.
I gasp, my hips lifting off the bed.
"There you are," he murmurs, and I can hear the smile in his voice. He circles my clit with sure strokes, and I'm squirming, my breath hitching. "You feel so fucking good."
His fingers slide lower, dipping into me.
"Adrian," I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets. "Now."
I spread my legs wider and press my hips up toward him.
"Shhh, not yet," he murmurs, teasing me with light, fleeting touches. "I don't think you're quite ready yet."
He must be fucking crazy. I'm soaked. More ready than I've ever been in my life. If he doesn't get inside me in the next ten seconds, I'm going to lose my mind.
"Don't you dare tease me, Adrian," I warn him, my breathless body trembling.
His lips brush my ear. "Or what, Caterina?" he teases, sliding two fingers deep inside me without warning.
My hips arch off the bed, and my toes curl. I am so close, my body humming with need.
"Or I'll have to take matters into my own hands," I manage, my voice strained.
He pulls back, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "I'd like to see that," he says, and then he's kissing me again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his fingers continue to work their magic.
He's not just touching me anymore. He's playing me like an instrument, and he knows exactly how to make me sing.
He also seems to take great pleasure in my impatience.
"Adrian," I whine against his lips.
"Oh, so you can dish it but not take it?" he says with a low chuckle. I feel the vibration all the way down to my toes.
I open my mouth to argue, but he chooses that moment to crook his fingers inside me, and a moan comes out instead. A moan that's too loud in the quiet room.
"Shhh," he says, his thumb finding my clit. "Quiet, Caterina. You have to be quiet."
I bite my lip, but it's no use. The pleasure is too intense.
"Adrian," I gasp, my body arching as he brushes over a spot that makes everything inside me light up. "Oh, God."
"That's it," he murmurs. "Let me feel it. Let go."
His words are my undoing.
My body shatters, a wave of pleasure so intense it's almost painful. I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my cries as my body trembles and shudders around his fingers.
He doesn't stop.
He keeps stroking, keeps thrusting, drawing out my orgasm until I'm a wrung-out, trembling mess.
When I finally float back down, I'm breathless and boneless.
