Stealing Beauty (Stolen 1)

My fingers found the buttons at the front of his shirt, working them free in a frenzy. I pressed my palms against his chest, running them down his sculpted abs. They rippled beneath my hands, his body tightening as he took my mouth with greater force.

He grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, only breaking the kiss long enough to toss the garment across the room. His fingers skimmed around my ribcage, deftly unhooking my bra. He slid the straps down my arms, and I pressed my bare chest against his, my hard nipples seeking stimulation.

I fumbled at his belt, my fingers beginning to shake with the force of the dizzying anticipation thrumming through my system.

He unzipped my skirt and hooked his thumbs through my panties, pushing both down my legs. I stepped out of them along with my heels, baring myself completely. I wanted him naked, too.

I shoved his jeans and underwear away, and he finished stripping. Another time, I would admire him, learn every perfect plane and line of his muscles.

For now, our long-denied need was too keen to resist.

His hands bracketed my hips, urging me back toward the bed. He didn’t break our kiss until my thighs hit the mattress. Then, he tore his lips away and shoved at my shoulders. I fell back onto the bed with a gasp, the soft impact driving the air from my lungs.

He immediately joined me, covering my body with his. He braced his weight on his forearms. He shook against me, as affected by the fulfillment of our mutual fantasy as I was. My fingers trembled as I reached up to trace the line of his jaw, his stubble lighting up my sensitive nerve endings.

His pale eyes shined with such emotion that it was almost too intense to bear the connection: hunger, lust, longing, anguish, love.

The feelings were mirrored in my own soul.

His heat sank into me, reaching deep into my core. My sex pulsed in time with my racing heartbeat, and slick arousal coated my thighs.

His thick cock pressed against my wet opening. For a moment, he hesitated, a question in his eyes.

I curved my hand around his nape, holding him with the same harsh passion he showed me. I rocked my hips up into his, and his cockhead slipped inside me.

His jaw ticked, and he sucked in a sharp breath. His arms shook at either side of my head, his body vibrating with the effort of holding himself back. He pressed forward, pushing into me in a slow, steady slide. He was bigger than I could have imagined, stretching me and filling me up in places deeper than I’d ever known.

“Valentina,” he rasped my name like a prayer. He drove in the last inch, rocking my body with the force of his thrust. “All mine.”

“Yours,” I promised on a moan. “I’m yours, Adrián.”

“Always,” he growled.

Hot tears pooled in my eyes and slipped down my cheeks, ecstasy and a sense of completion filling me to the brim. “Always yours,” I swore.

My inner walls contracted, inviting him impossibly deeper. A curse dropped from his lips, and he pulled back, withdrawing almost all the way before pushing back in. His cockhead dragged across the special spot inside me, lighting me up with pleasure. I’d touched myself on the spot before, rubbing it at his instruction. But I’d never felt the sheer bliss of him inside me, joining us together more tightly than we’d ever known. There was no resentment, no anguish, no holding back. We didn’t deny the passion that had been burning between us since the day we’d met all those years ago.

He increased his pace, claiming me in long, harsh strokes. I wrapped my legs around his hips, digging my heels into his sculpted ass to urge him on. He groaned and thrust deep, claiming me with the almost cruel intensity I’d learned to crave from him. This was how it was meant to be between us: brutal and savage.

Pleasure sang through my veins, tension building at my core. More tears spilled down my cheeks, the building ecstasy almost too much to bear.

“I love you,” I cried out. “Adrián!” His name left my lips on a harsh shout as bliss crashed over me, sweeping me up in a tidal wave. My inner walls contracted, squeezing him inside me as I came undone.

His rough shout vibrated against my lips as his mouth crashed down on mine. His kiss was almost bruising. His hot cum lashed into my sex, branding me deep inside. I felt him pulsing within me, and the aftershocks of my pleasure crackled through my system. He stiffened, his teeth sinking into my lower lip as my core fluttered around him.

He didn’t withdraw from me. He gripped my waist and rolled, positioning me so I lay sprawled over his chest. He broke our kiss and cupped my cheeks in both hands, so he could look into my soul.