I love you.
Moving her hands to his chest, she squeezed his nipples until he flexed into her.
In the last of the day’s dying light, she rode him, folding herself into him or leaning back, giving him a view of her perfect breasts. Bryson was helpless beneath her, allowing her to use him.
Her black hair fell into her face as she gave him a breathless smile, then flashed a piece of metal. In an instant, his hands were free.
Adria leaned to the sides, cutting his legs loose as well.
He watched her in awe. She never failed to surprise him.
“Carry me to the bed, stallion. Show your Mistress how much you want her.”
Bryson didn’t wait for her to change her mind. His hands wrapped around her middle, pulling her into him. Dying to be closer to her.
Her warmth permeated his very core.
Carrying her to the bed, he lowered the two of them with careful ease.
Adria’s eyes narrowed, and she said, “I’m not made of glass, Bryson. You’re leaving tomorrow. I want to feel you well after you’ve gone.”
Fuck, if she wanted to feel him.
A feral cry broke his lips as he thrust into her. Her entire body trembled beneath him, and her soft cry hit him like lightning.
“I’m going to come, Goddess,” he said, hitting her again.
Her canal tightened around him, and his grip on reality loosened.
“No, you won’t. Not until I’ve had my fill,” Adria said.
He didn’t think it was possible, but because she said it, he believed it.
Bryson hammered into her, feeling her clench around him. Pounding harder, the sound of their flesh slapping together was paired with her delicious cries.
Bryson’s cock ached, and his body screamed for release. Wrapping his hand around her neck, he forced her green eyes to look up at him. He was falling, and he needed to see her. Needed to know that the two of them were plummeting together.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and he squeezed harder. “Adria, look at me.”
“Bryson,” she said, eyes opening. “I’m close.”
Bryson ground his teeth together, determined to bring her there.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her body to his. Every part of them touching. He rocked with her until he felt her final clench around him. She didn’t scream into the room, but instead clung to him like she was drowning.
He felt her body go limp in his embrace, and when her last throes of pleasure were done, he let go of the small thread of control holding himself together. Catching her mouth in a kiss that engulfed them. Pouring himself into her.
If they were going to be apart tomorrow, he wanted her to feel him, mind, body and soul.
“Why do I feel like you are saying goodbye?” she asked, breathless.
He collapsed next to her, hand cupping her face. “Why do I feel like you aren’t?”
CHAPTER 66
NORTH CAROLINA
