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“It’ll help,” he said, lifting out a long velvet bag and opening one end of it before putting it back. He checked another, and then another, discarding each one back into the drawer. “Don’t tell me you don’t have a standard vibrator, Ava.”
I swallowed. “Second drawer, purple box.”
He pulled it open and plucked the box out, popping the top off before grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Oh, I’ll ruin you with this,” he laughed, tossing the little black wand onto the bed near my head. “Should be easier for you to reach using that with the bump.”
Adrian’s fingers wrapped around the little remote and pulled it out of its case before putting everything else away.
“Go ahead, love,” he smirked. “Let me watch you squirm.”
My face warmed intensely as I grabbed for the vibrator and pulled it beneath my body, gulping as I put it in the spot that I liked.
A second later, it roared to life on one of the highest settings, catching me so off guard that I gasped and flinched away from it. He rounded me again and propped himself up on his knees on the bed behind me, one hand reaching between my legs and forcing me to put the toy back on my clit.
I couldn’t breathe.
I was already so sensitive from the other orgasms he’d given me already. It felt like an assault on the senses as he held it there, switching between one level higher and one lower, the unpredictability of it scrambling my brain.
“Fuck, you’re dripping all over my hand,” he laughed, flashing me a grin as I glared at him over my shoulder. “Don’t you dare take it off.”
His hand left mine, moving instead to his length, wiping the mess I’d made along it. I struggled to keep myself relaxed as something warm and rigid and big pressed against my entrance, but the second he went up two levels with the remote, it was all I could focus on—and not him splitting me in two as he pushed in a couple of inches.
“That’s it, love,” he groaned, the fingers of his hand digging into the thick flesh of my rear. “Open up for me.”
I tried to breathe through the sensations, tried to keep myself from clenching around him and truly feeling his size. Inch by slow inch, he sunk in, taking me over, filling me, destroying me, devouring me—and for once in all of this, I wasn’t afraid of what it would do to me moving forward, wasn’t afraid that I’d never be able to escape the dreams of him or the want. He was claiming me, and I was perfectly happy with that.
Even if he was overwhelming me while he did it.
His hips met mine, and I couldn’t help but squeeze, feeling every inch of him inside of me.
“Christ,” he breathed. “You’re too much.”
I didn’t want to wait until he thought I was adjusted. I wanted more, now, before the vibrator sent me over the goddamn edge again. I rolled forward, pulling my hips from him, shuddering at the sensation as he slid along that spot inside of me that made me see stars.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Steady, stern hands gripped me by my hips, pulling me back with a force I couldn’t imagine matching, and he slammed in to the hilt. I fisted the sheets, stifling the little squeal that tried to escape my mouth with them.
He laughed, but the sound was dark, deep enough to send a chill up my spine. “Maybe I’m being too generous to you,” he rasped, and the vibration against my clit slowly turned down, down, down, down until it must have sat at the lowest possible setting—barely enough to feel it. “Use your words to ask for what you want, Ava, unless you want things taken away.”
“No, no, please,” I begged, damp fingers searching frantically for the little buttons on the silicone. “Please turn it back up. Please.”
The vibrations increased by the smallest amount.
“Adrian.”
“Ava,” he chuckled. “Ask for what you really want. Beg me.”
I gulped as his cock twitched inside of me. “Please fuck me,” I whimpered. “Please, Adrian. Please.”
The vibrations built up again at the same moment that he started to move properly, his hips pressing in against mine.
It was everything.
He dropped the remote to one side and slid his hands along my back, my sides, my rear, each skate of his hands feeling like little fires erupting on my skin. He gripped my shoulder, dug his fingers in, used it as leverage to lift my upper half up off the mattress, coaxed me back until I was leaning against him, my head against his shoulder.
He buried himself in me, over and over and over again.
He kissed my shoulder, my neck, my ear, anywhere he could reach.
