Page 74 of His By Contract
Georgia’s protests died in her throat as his erection, hard and insistent, pressed against her most intimate place, separated only by the thin fabric of his briefs. The feel of his length nestled between her thighs made her moan with need.
His mouth returned to her neck, tasting, possessing, his teeth scraping her collarbone. The sensation had her arching off the bed, seeking more. Adrian held her hip tightly, keeping her still as he teased her with his mouth and his cock, each movement calculated to push her closer to the precipice while he maintained absolute, unyielding control.
His mouth found her pulse, and Georgia’s breath hitched at the sensation. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his tone steely and absolute. “No one else. Never again.”
The promise sent a jolt through her, sparking a fire in her veins. Georgia’s body arched into his, craving the heat and dominance that only Adrian could command. The need to feel him, to be consumed by their connection, burned away her last defenses.
His hands released her hips and he slowly eased out of his briefs, his erection springing free, heavy and insistent. The sight of him, hard and ready, sent a thrill through her. She wanted him with a ferocity that stole her breath.
Georgia reached for him, her fingers curling around his length. He was hot and hard in her palm, his breath catching at her touch. She stroked him slowly, feeling him lengthen and thicken in response. Adrian gripped her hips again, his breathing roughening.
When he finally lined himself up with her entrance, she was aching for him. He went still, his eyes locked on hers, daring her to look away. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed into her, his gaze never wavering.
A sharp gasp escaped her at the sensation of being filled. Georgia bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as her body adjusted to his size. Adrian remained motionless, giving her time, his jaw clenched with restraint.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his voice hoarse. “Look at me, Georgia.”
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she found his gaze, electric and intense. Slowly, he began to move, his thrusts deliberate and controlled. A rush of air stuttered from her lungs at the friction, at the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him.
“You’re so tight,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “I want to hear you. I want to know you still crave me after all this time.”
Georgia couldn’t hold back her moan as he found a relentless rhythm. His teeth grazed her neck, his mouth leaving a trail offire as he marked her. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, the intensity never wavering.
Georgia arched beneath Adrian’s weight, her body surrendering to his possession. Each thrust drove her deeper into the mattress, each touch rekindling the connection she’d tried so desperately to sever.
“Never again,” Adrian growled against her throat, his voice raw with possession. His rhythm never faltered, each movement deliberate and controlled. “You will never run from me again.”
Her breath caught as his hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. The ice in his eyes had melted into something molten and dangerous. Georgia couldn’t look away, captivated by the intensity she found there.
“If you ever try to leave me again,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, his hips slowing to emphasize each word, “I’ll take you in ways you’ve never imagined. I’ll claim every part of you, Georgia.” His hand slid down to grip her ass possessively. “I’ll bend you over and take you here, make you feel me for days after. Make you remember who you belong to.”
The explicit threat sent a shudder through her body, fear and arousal tangling into something she couldn’t separate. His fingers dug into the flesh of her backside, underlining his promise.
“Do you understand me?” Adrian demanded, his voice low and dangerous as his thrusts deepened.
Georgia nodded, unable to form words as pleasure built inside her. The threat should have frightened her, should have reminded her why she ran in the first place. Instead, it ignitedsomething primal within her, a dark need that only Adrian had ever touched.
Their rhythm was a dance of power and surrender. His hands slid over her sides, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush, every touch designed to brand her as his.
Georgia’s hands found his shoulders, her fingers digging into his solid muscle. His arms trembled with the effort of holding himself above her, but he never lost control, never broke the rhythm.
His hands slid up her arms, wrists captured in his grip once more. Adrian’s fingers tightened, a silent command for her submission. Georgia’s breath quickened, her body moving with his, caught in the storm of his making.
“Let go, Georgia,” he commanded, his mouth finding her ear. “Surrender to me.”
Her mind spun as his words stole the last of her resistance. Georgia’s hands finally tangled in his hair, her body moving in perfect unison with his. Every touch, every sensation blurred together in a haze of need, her body responding instinctively to his.
As they reached their peak, Georgia’s breath caught, her body tightening around him. The tension built, electric and overwhelming. When the climax finally broke, it shattered her, tearing down the last walls of resistance. She cried out, her body convulsing uncontrollably, her pleasure mirrored by his.
For a moment, they were suspended in a world of their own making, a universe of pleasure and possession. His mouth found hers in a searing kiss, his length still buried deep within her. Herhands twisted in his hair, holding him to her, unwilling to break their connection.
Adrian’s fingers gentled as he brushed her hair from her face, his thumb tracing her cheekbone with a surprising tenderness. Their gaze locked, a mix of raw emotion passing between them. In that moment, no words were needed. Their unspoken bond held more power than any declaration.
Georgia’s pulse thundered in her ears as Adrian’s weight pressed her into the mattress, his body still joined with hers. His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. Though his grip had softened, his hands maintained their hold on her hips, keeping her anchored beneath him.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as the reality of being claimed by him again washed over her. The familiar scent of his skin filled her lungs with each breath, bringing back memories of nights spent in his arms. He enveloped her completely, leaving no room for doubt or escape.
His lips brushed her temple, the touch surprisingly gentle despite the possessive edge in his voice. “Never again,” he murmured against her skin. “I won’t let you slip away from me again.”
