Page 139 of Intent to Kill
Containing himself, his need to slam inside her, was not an easy task. Especially with the feel of every part of her against him.
It took a few pushes until he finally seated fully inside her, shutting his eyes as her body adjusted to his size and her head lolled back onto the pillow.
He tried to remain slow for the first thrusts into her, but knew early on that he couldn’t contain himself. Not when she clawed at his back and sighed in his ear each time his thrusts fit him fully inside.
Unlike what he expected, it was not rough, like it had usually been with them. Somehow that only made it more intense. The aching slowness of his cock pushing inside her, and her breasts sliding against his chest.
“Fucking hell,” he said, grunting as he nestled his face into her neck and arched his back to keep his momentum. It took everything he had in him to keep going as she pulled her legs higher until they were pushing against the sides of his ribs. That angle? He was a goner.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close so they were skin to skin and breathing the same air. “Right there, don’t stop! I’m going to… going to–”
“You gonna come again for me, baby?”
“Yes!” she shouted, pulling him against her like she was trying to glue their chests together.
He gripped her thigh and wrapped it around his waist, opening her up so he could drive in deeper. He growled as he felt her pussy start to tighten around him.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” she cried, pushing her hips upward to meet his thrusts. “Oh my God, yes.”
“Come on my cock, baby. Strangle me with–fuck.” She came before he could finish his sentence, her walls tightening around him until he nearly blacked out from the pleasure.
“Oh, shit,” he said, trying to hold back his own release but finding that he’d completely lost control.
He slammed into her painfully as he came, stilling until he’d fully emptied himself inside her. He fell down onto her in a messy heap, blissed out as she peppered him with kisses on his cheek while his cock finished twitching inside her.
It’d been five years coming, and nothing had ever felt so right or made him feel so whole.
He turned his head to find her gazing back at him. He stroked the hair away from her eyes and kissed her slowly, content to lay there for as long as she’d have him.
The world outside the walls may have been crumbling around them, but here nothing else existed. So even if out there was a scary and dangerous place, Adam couldn’t care less.
He didn’t give a fuck what happened next.
He linked their fingers and kissed her knuckles. He was never letting go again.
23
THE PRIZE
MAY 1991
Tucking the sheets up close, Mercedes smiled when the warmth of the morning sun grazed her cheeks. She took a satisfied breath as she found the arm wrapped around her waist. Strong, calloused hands grazed the skin of her navel. She sank her head into the pillow, unable to remember when she last slept so soundly.
Wait. It was morning.Morning!She’d stayed at Adam’s all night.
“Oh, shit.” She jolted up, throwing the sheets off and jumping up from the bed.
Ripping through the room like a tornado, she stumbled to find her underwear, then her bra, then her pants.
Grumbling from the bed, Adam rolled over. He opened only one eye and squinted through it. “What are you doing?”
“It’s morning! I stayed here all night.” She found her sweater and straightened it over her head.
Adam sank back into the bed. “I’m not surprised,” he said. “After that much sex, I could sleep for days.”
She found her boots and sat in the armchair. “I have a thing with Dorian this morning, some campaign lunch.”
