Becoming Mrs DeLuca novel Chapter 36

Adrian smiled darkly as he pushed up to his elbows before he shoved down his pajama bottoms. “You will, with me inside of you.”

He parted my legs and knelt between them. Bracing himself on one muscled arm, he grabbed his erection and ran the tip along my slit. I gasped at the firm pressure against my clit. Mesmerized by the sight of the thick red head gliding over me, covered in my juices, I got up on my elbows to get a better view.

Adrian’s gaze cut to me. First with confusion then with realization. He groaned, and his cock gave a little twitch. “Fuck.” He swallowed hard. “You want to watch?”

I nodded because my mouth had become dry. He grabbed a pillow and pushed it under my ass, alleviating me so I could see myself. He looked down too and guided his thick tip to my lips. He rubbed it up and down slowly, his breathing deepening like mine. It was such a strange sight. Adrian’s strong hand on his long shaft glistening with my lust as he rubbed over me. I was getting closer again, the knot deep inside of me trying to unravel.

Adrian brought his tip to my opening and pushed in a bit. I clenched at the intrusion, even as my body begged for more. Watching me, he licked his thumb and pressed it down on my clit, beginning to draw small circles as he began to thrust into me with shallow, gentle thrusts.

There was a small scar on the thumb stroking me. Round and round his finger swirled, tugging at that knot inside my core. My gaze dipped lower to where his cock sank into me. He was halfway in by now and pushed deeper with every new thrust until finally he filled me completely. Without thinking, I grabbed his firm ass, feeling it flex with every thrust. The feel of it and the sight of this primal act, of Adrian’s pelvis pressing up to mine, his hips parting me for him, his abs tensing, and the harsh lust on his gorgeous face blasted my knot to shreds. I cried out as pleasure radiated through me with a force that had me clench so tightly that Adrian exhaled sharply from my pussy’s grip on him. He slammed harder into me as I sunk my nails into his backside, lifting my hips almost frantically to meet his thrusts. Adrian gripped my hips in a bruising hold, jerking me faster against him until the slapping of our bodies and his grunts filled the room as he pounded into me. Soreness thrummed through me, battling with the low hum of pleasure.

Adrian fell forward, bracing himself on one elbow. He gripped my leg, pushed it up, and drove harder into me. I gasped then moaned. His eyes burned into me as he breathed harshly. His moves became uncoordinated, his eyes wild. I held onto his back desperately, overwhelmed by the sensations of pain and pleasure, by the feel of his heavy weight pressing me into the bed, by the scent of our mingled sweat and sex.

“Who’s fucking you?”

I panted, confused by his question.

“Who?” he growled, accentuating the word with a hard thrust that hit a delicious spot deep inside of me.

My eyes almost rolled back at the sensation. “You,” I said. “You, Adrian.”

“Yes.” He thrust harder, and then he tensed with a sharp exhale. I, too, froze at the feeling of utter fullness, not sure if I was going to come apart at the seams or have another orgasm. I felt his release deep inside of me and moaned. This felt so good.

Chapter 36

He kissed my mouth, then my throat, panting. “Yes, you are mine, honey. Your body but most importantly that pretty head.” He pressed a kiss to my temple then rolled off me and onto his back.

I tried to catch my breath and make sense of his words. Tilting my head to the side, I watched him. His body elistened with sweat, and the hairs on his strong thighs were smeared with sweat and our releases. He stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving.

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We weren’t touching anymore and slowly a wall came up we became strangers once more. I touched my abdomen, relishing in the afterglow of his presence.

“Did I go too hard? I didn’t mean to take you like this so shortly after your first night.”

I looked at him. The hint of concern in his gruff voice warmed my heart in a way I couldn’t explain. “No. I’m fine.” I smiled. “I really enjoyed it.”

He let out a short laugh. “I could tell.” He shook his head as if this was an impossibility. He shifted to his side and ran his palm along my side then swiped his thumb over my nipple. “Why would such a lovely girl want to have an old cruel man?” He’d said it sarcastically, but I caught the underlying truth.

I huffed. “You aren’t an old man.” I didn’t mention his cruelness. I didn’t know him well enough to give a testament to that yet. “And you are sexy.”

He chuckled, his eyes taking in my face. Slowly the smile disappeared, and he pulled his hand away. I didn’t want us to become strangers again. Why could strangers be close during sex, feel connected, even cared for, when right after nothing was between them? I wanted that feeling of connection all the time. I rolled over, closer to Adrian and pressed my palm to his chest then slowly let it glide lower, down his ripped stomach, following the trail of hair to his pelvis until my fingertips brushed his base.

Adrian let out a low groan that might have been on the verge of laughter. “I don’t have the virility of a teenage boy, Valentina.”

I looked

1. up. His expression contradicted his words, and so did his half–erect cock. “To me, it looks like you’re virile enough,” I said teasingly.

That barrier that he’d begun building between us mere seconds ago, I could feel it crumpling again. Emboldened, I touched him. His stomach hollowed with a deep breath, those delicious abs becoming more prominent.

He regarded me, one arm behind his head, with an expression as if he couldn’t make sense of me. I pushed up and straddled his thigh, delirious with the way he admired my body. His strong hairy thigh pressed up to my still sensitive center, and I ground myself against him, biting my lip at the sensation.

Adrian shook his head slowly, disbelievingly, but the look in his eyes spurred me on. I curled my fingers around his base, feeling him fill with blood under my touch.

He didn’t want to relinquish control, but I wanted him to, wanted to see him give it up and hand it over to me, at least for a moment. I bent down and took his tip into my mouth. He hissed through his teeth and cupped the back of my head, his fingers raking through my hair. As with everything else, I’d done my research on this matter. The internet offered endless possibilities for the curious mind. I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked him lightly, trying to accommodate his girth in my mouth as my hand worked his base. It was still more fumbling than practiced moves, but it got the desired results. Adrian panted, his hips shifting, his fingers flexing against my scalp. I cast my eyes up, finding him watching, his expression gloriously unguarded. Yes.

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Something shifted. His fingers tightened in my hair, not tugging but close to it, as he guided my head down. His hips thrust up. He was taking his control back. I yielded to his pumps, taking as much of him as he demanded, his hand firm on my head. He didn’t go deep, never once hitting my throat, perfectly controlled. At every upward thrust, I ground myself against his thigh, seeking my own satisfaction. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t feel self–conscious. There wasn’t room for it. I was too aroused, too drunk on Adrian’s hungry expression.

“Enough,” he growled.

He grabbed my hips and hoisted me on top of him. I didn’t have time to get my bearings before he pulled me down onto his length.

If I’d thought sitting on top of Adrian would allow me control, I’d been sorely mistaken. He played me like a master controlled his puppet. His hands clamping down on my hips, he held me fast as he slammed into me from below, forcing me to take whatever he gave. Every thrust hit deeper than before, nudging a point I hadn’t known existed. I gave up my fight for control, surrendered to his demands. Today he’d get this. There was still tomorrow.