Born in Chains (Men in Chains #1)

Born in Chains (Men in Chains #1) Page 48

“Incredibly, yes. With Josh.”

He nodded. “With your son.” He dipped down and kissed her, this time a lingering kiss. “Oh, Lily,” he murmured. And he lifted her to her feet, took her in his arms, and kissed her again.

The feel of his lips removed the last of her worries.

She was with Adrien, in his South African home, and he was going to make love to her.

He searched the recesses of her mouth and drew her tightly against him, all her velvet and crystals pressed against his fine black Brioni.

The physical strength of him was what she felt, the latent power in his muscled physique, the way his biceps rippled beneath her hands, his thighs flexed against her legs.

He drew back then dipped to kiss her neck, a series of plucks against her vein, a reminder of who and what he was.

She felt his blood-need rise, a tremor that passed through him and sent a strong vibration through her double-chain.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I need that as well. I need you to take from me. Tonight, you’ve given me so much. You’ve given me everything.”

He licked her neck repeatedly so that her breaths grew light and shallow, longing for him.

“I want to do something with you, Lily. Something I’ve never done before, but this new level of power tells me I can.”

Her mind flowed back and forth, loose with desire. Through the chains she could sense his desire as well, like a dull wonderful ache. “Anything, Adrien. My God, anything.”

He kept plucking at her neck. Chills rippled down her chest and arms, even her back. “Mmmm,” she murmured softly. “What do you want to do?”

“I think it’s better if I just showed you.”

He shifted her back to the bed and set her down on the edge. Her fingertips gripped the sides of the silk comforter. She trembled now as he knelt on the carpet. He took her burgundy skirts in hand, pushing them up her bare thighs, higher and higher.

“Lift your hips,” he whispered.

She obeyed and he shoved all that fabric up behind her, then spread her legs. She wore a black lace thong, the barest scrap of fabric.

“Lie back.” His deep voice worked like a hypnotic drug and she eased down on the bed, her dress a lump under her back—but it really didn’t matter because he was kissing her low, and using his finger to play with the lace, which gave her two sensations at once. He rimmed the edge of her thong with his tongue so that the fabric tugged on her while his fingers played and his tongue spread a layer of oh-so-welcome moisture over her skin.

“Unh,” came from between her lips, a soft moan. She shuddered when he gripped the sides of her thong and tore the fabric apart.

“Oh, God,” she said, a whisper against the air.

His tongue covered her in long wet swipes, sideways over her bare mons then moving lower and lower, teasing her labia, all swollen now with tingling desire.

But when he began to work her between her lower lips, her body arched and a deep moan fell from her throat.

Lily.

Telepathy. Beautiful. I love your voice in my head.

I’m going to do that thing now. Be ready.

She might have groaned, she wasn’t sure. I’m ready. She closed her eyes and waited. He never stopped taking care of her very low but after a moment a familiar vibration began, the kind that happened when he battled in two places at once.

The thought of Adrien becoming two entities at the same time forced another long moan from between her lips. He sucked on her low as the vibration intensified.

She felt a strange movement all around, more vibration, and her chain sang against her skin.

Open your eyes.

Though she felt Adrien licking her low, now he was also, at the same time, staring down into her face, stroking her cheek.

She gasped. “You separated.”

I did. Are you enjoying this?

She nodded.

Good.

Are you able to speak?

He shook his head, then leaned close and kissed her.

Lily thought she might have just died and gone to heaven. More of Adrien, that was what she thought as he worked her low and kissed her mouth at the exact same time.

Two Adriens.

The love she felt for him expanded as she slid her arms around his neck and embraced him. He deepened the kiss, searching the recesses of her mouth, but to feel two tongues at once caused a shiver to chase up and down her body in exhilarating waves.

Her hips responded to the flick of his tongue low and she groaned against his mouth at the same time. She slid her fingers into his thick hair, caressing as he kissed her. Using the same hand, she drifted her fingers down his back, then shifted to the second Adrien, stroking his face and feeling where his soft tongue played along her labia.

I like that you’re touching my tongue. Adrien’s voice in her mind, as well as two bodies she could savor and enjoy, strengthened her rising need.

Adrien, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. His lips shifted to suck her finger, then back to her clitoris, flicking his tongue quickly until she rocked against his face. At the same time, he kissed her with swift erotic plunges of his tongue that left her gasping.

Being tended to in both places at once brought pleasure rising sharply, and she cried out against his mouth. Lower, he sped up so that one sensation piled up on another, his tongue in her mouth, flicks down low, the feel of one body beneath her right hand, and a second set of shoulders beneath the other.

She writhed beneath him, hungering, reaching for more, rushing toward ecstasy.

Lily, he whispered within her mind. I love you so much. I love feeling you beneath me like this. One set of hands caressed her breasts, her arms, her shoulders. The other squeezed her hips and stroked her thighs. So much incredible sensation.

A string of cries left her throat. Adrien, I’m coming. Other words might have traveled along the telepathic link but she wasn’t sure since she was so caught up in all that she was experiencing. Pleasure exploded as his tongue pummeled her mouth, as two sets of hands traveled her body, as the other Adrien kept pleasure spiraling through her low. He sucked and flicked until she trembled, ecstasy rolling in waves, one after the other.

At last, panting, her body began to settle down. When she finally lay quiet, he leaned back once more and smiled. Good?

Perfect.

He nodded. I love you so much.

I love you, too.

Down low, the second Adrien kissed her repeatedly just above her clitoris, then the first Adrien kissed her mouth again.

I’m going to re-form now.

She watched as he drifted back to himself, wavy lines in the air like a blur, and at the same time rose from the carpet. He leaned over her, his hands planted on the bed, on either side of her. “How was that?”

“Oh, my God. Adrien, to feel you kiss me while you brought me between my legs. Heaven.” She rubbed his neck.

“More?”

“A lot more. I need you.”

He nodded and began to undress. But he took his time as he held her gaze. She leaned up on her elbows, her legs dangling over the side of the bed, her toes just touching the carpet.

And now he was taking his jacket off, folding it up and laying it across the bench at the foot of the bed. He unhooked a pair of ruby cuff links. He set these on the nightstand. They rocked back and forth, two small spots of red, bloodred.

Her heart beat harder, her gaze drawn to him as he worked at his shirt. He opened the front, eased the soft white fabric down his back, and let it fall to the floor. The vampire had a magnificent body, thick, built pecs, shoulders that went on forever, muscled arms.

And he was hers.

She touched the double-chain at her neck and her heart swelled, knowing that this man belonged to her now and forever.

He took off his shoes then slipped his pants off, as well as black silk boxers.

And there he was. She felt heated up and dizzy. Her heart raced now and it wasn’t just his body, it was all of him, who he was, his tenderness with her, his concern for Josh, his commitment to keeping them safe from Daniel. He overwhelmed her with his character, his presence, and yes, with that body standing in front of her, his cock firm and ready.

But the earlier tremor rolled through him and she felt his need for her blood. She moved to the edge of the bed, her legs parted wide. She tilted her head, presenting her neck.

He groaned and fell on his knees. She felt his hands on her waist through the velvet. The chains vibrated continuously now so that she felt connected to all that he felt.

He moved swiftly, making a quick strike with his fangs, then sealing his lips over the wound as he started to suck down her blood.

The sensation sent chills down her abdomen all the way to her sex, firing her need for him to plant himself between her legs.

He held her close as he continued to drink her down. She felt his blood-hunger begin to ease, and when it dissipated at last, he released her neck.

He rose up from the floor, extended his hand to her, and drew her to her feet. She thought he would take her gown off. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again, plunging his tongue into her mouth.

She whimpered beneath the vast sensations that pummeled her, of his warm skin beneath her fingers, the thickness of his muscles, the pressure of his hard cock against her gown. Her hands grew restless and greedy. She slid them up and down his back, reached in front and stroked his abs.

He gave her just enough room and she drifted her hand low. She cried out as she touched the tip of his cock and found it wet.

“I need to get inside you,” he said.

“I want that, too. You’ve given me so much pleasure. Now it’s your turn.”

He nodded, holding her close as he reached back and pulled the comforter off the bed.

Adrien didn’t quite comprehend all that he experienced right now. The sheet was ready to receive the treasure in his arms, but for just a moment, as he held Lily with one arm, her legs dangling, he was unwilling to let her go. He warmed up his vision so that he could really see her hazel eyes, her head leaning back just so. With his free hand he cupped her chin then kissed her.

Love, desire, passion all swirled together, whipping up a tornado in his mind, round and round, driving into his chest, whirling around his heart and pulling at him. His soul strained toward her.