Katrina’s POV
I gasped, the weight of his words pressing down on me. My heart clenched painfully at the confession, at the sincerity in his eyes.
I wanted to believe him, wanted to pretend that everything was as it should be, but the pain was still fresh. The betrayal still lingered. Yet, despite everything, when he closed the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine, I didn’t stop him.
I wanted to push him away, remind him of my anger, of the hurt he had caused me. But the moment his lips touched mine, every logical thought melted away.
His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt myself leaning into him, unable to resist the pull between us.
Adolphus lifted me effortlessly, carrying me across the room as our lips never parted. I clung to him, my fingers tangled in his hair, as he laid me down on the bed.
His body pressed against mine, his warmth enveloping me, and for the first time in days, I didn’t feel cold.
I didn’t feel alone.
"I need you," he whispered against my skin, his breath hot and ragged.
A thousand emotions warred inside me, anger, love, fear, longing. But at that moment, none of it mattered.
"Then take me," I whispered back, giving in completely.
Adolphus’s hands, calloused and commanding, dug into my thighs as he hoisted me up like I was nothing more than a ragdoll desperate for his touch.
My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my core grinding against the hard ridge of his cock straining through his pants.
Our lips crashed together in a savage kiss, teeth clashing, tongues dueling for dominance. He tasted like whiskey and danger, and I fucking loved it.
He carried me across the room with the ease of a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and what he wanted was me.
My back hit the bed with a soft thud, but he didn’t give me a second to breathe.
His body descended on mine like a predator claiming its prey, his hips pinning me down, his erection throbbing against my heat.
I was already soaked, my panties clinging to my pussy like a second skin, and I could feel his smirk against my neck as he ground his cock into me, teasing me with the promise of what was to come.
“Fuck, you’re wet for me already,” he growled, his voice dark and guttural, sending shivers down my spine. His hands ripped at my clothes, fabric tearing as he exposed my bare skin inch by inch.
My tits bounced free, and he wasted no time clamping his mouth around one nipple, sucking and biting until I was writhing beneath him.
His other hand slid down my stomach, fingers slipping beneath the soaked fabric of my panties to stroke my clit with ruthless precision.
“Adolphus,” I moaned, arching into his touch, my fingers clawing at his back. “Please.”
“Please what?” he taunted, his breath hot against my skin as he nipped at my collarbone. “Say it.”
“Fuck me,” I begged, my voice trembling with need. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He chuckled darkly, his fingers sliding lower, dipping into my slick folds. “Not yet,” he purred, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. “I want to hear you scream first.”
His fingers plunged into me, curling against that sweet spot that made me see stars.
I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand as he fucked me with his fingers, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
My climax hit me like a freight train, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I moaned his name like a prayer.
But he wasn’t done.
With a growl, he yanked off what was left of my panties and undid his pants, freeing his cock. It was thick and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
He positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locking on mine as he pushed inside me slowly, inch by torturous inch.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his voice strained as he bottomed out inside me. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one hitting that spot that made my toes curl.
My nails raked down his back, leaving angry red marks as I begged him for more. He obliged, fucking me harder, faster, until the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me. “All fucking mine.”
I screamed his name as another orgasm ripped through me, my pussy squeezing his cock like a vice. With a roar, he followed me over the edge, his cum flooding my insides as he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and spent.
But even then, his hands didn’t stop exploring, his mouth didn’t stop claiming. He wasn’t done with me yet, and I didn’t want him to be.