The Church (The Cloister Trilogy 3)

Sliding one hand up my thigh, he presses a finger inside me.

I arch, my head thrown back as my hips move against him, following his rhythm. He adds another finger, pulsing them inside me, stroking me in tandem with his tongue. My legs begin to shake, my hips seizing. I’m on the edge, ready to fall over, to give myself to the pleasure only Adam can provide.

He curls his fingers inside me, and I fall. He licks the orgasm out of me, my body seizing around his fingers, squeezing and shooting sparks of release all over my body. I moan low and deep, relishing in each wave of delicious bliss. He groans against me, his low rumble sending me into another series of crashing pleasure. I fall backwards, my body limp, the last aftershocks making my legs jerk as he licks me a few more times.

“Adam,” I breathe out. “I need you.”

He kisses me, giving me one more long sweep with his tongue, then crawls up my body, kicking his shoes and pants off.

Lifting me with one arm, he lays me gently in the center of the bed. “Are you okay?” The genuine care in his tone makes my heart ache, and I wrap my arms around him and kiss him again.

His cock presses against my wet skin, and I spread wide for him.

He tenses. “Are you ready? I don’t want to—”

“I’m ready.” The heat is already building inside me, and I need him. He’s the only one who can put me back together, can join our broken pieces and make us whole.

“Your back. Will it hurt?”

“I’m fine.” I rock my hips up, and his cock head rubs against my clit. I bite my lip at the sizzling sensation.

He keeps his gaze locked with mine and positions himself at my entrance. With a steady push, he groans and seats himself inside me. There’s only a little sting this time that fades quickly.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulls back and thrusts again, as if he can’t help it.

“You won’t.” I nip at his bottom lip. “Not until I ask nicely.”

His wolfish smirk appears, and my heart purrs. Another, harder thrust follows.

I dig my nails into his shoulder. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to be gentle.”

He kisses down my throat and bites. “Don’t get used to it.”

God, yes. I hold onto him as he thrusts harder and faster, his cock pounding me as he bites down my neck and to my shoulder. I tangle my good hand in his dark hair as he kisses to my breasts. Running one arm beneath me, he lifts my chest to his mouth. He bites my nipple gently, then sucks it in, his tongue working it as he pounds into me. Each stroke sends a jolt of pleasure through my clit, and the way he’s holding me, I’m at his mercy. Completely exposed and safe in his arms.

He moves to the other breast and wraps one hand around my shoulder, leveraging me down onto his thick cock. I spread my heels wider, getting every bit of contact between us, so filled with him it almost hurts. When he bites my breast, I moan, and yank his hair. He just bites the other breast harder, then moves one hand to my clit.

“Adam,” I gasp as he lays me back down and claims my mouth again in a rough kiss. It’s messy—teeth and lips and tongues—and everything I need. The swirling pool of need inside me coalesces on the spot where his fingers stroke me, and I feel the sharp edge of release approaching. My movements grow more erratic, my hips on the verge of locking. When they do, I come on a long moan. He swallows it, still pounding inside me as my orgasm turns me inside out, wringing the pleasure from me.

“Fuck, little lamb.” He thrusts deep, his length growing harder as he groans. His cock kicks inside me as he comes, and I pull him close, biting his neck as the tension dissipates, our bodies sated, our souls entwined. He relaxes on top of me.

“I love you so much.” He presses his forehead to mine. “I can’t make up for my past, for my mistakes. But with you, I’ll work every goddamn day to make you happy. I swear it.”

I smile, my heart fluttering like a contented bird. “I love you, too.”

He closes his eyes. “Say it again.”

I laugh and kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you.”

“That’s all I need.” He opens his eyes and peers into the deepest part of me, the part where he’s reflected. “You’re all I’ve ever needed.”