Sexy Snippet

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Chapter 4 Truth Vincent observed every detail of her modern boho-chic apartment. His sister, M, had similar tastes as Adelina, it seemed, from the sleek white curtains to the black soft carpet beneath his bare feet. He wanted to know more about her.

There was only so much a person could learn from phone calls, emails and video cameras. He wanted to take note of what she liked to do first thing in the morning, to the secrets he knew she kept to keep her heart from being shattered again. He knew she'd gotten dealt some bad hands in relationships, so did he.

As much as he liked to pretend being a workaholic absolved him from all his mistakes during his past relationships, he knew he'd also played a part in their demise. He didn't want to be the bad guy anymore. Adelina deserved better, and he wanted, more than he cared to admit, to be that for her.

He smiled as he observed the pink marble counter that topped off the island in the kitchen. The appliances were solid black. He remembered her fascination with those two colours.

He didn't think anything of it, but now, having seen her apartment, he knew she wasn't kidding. Would you like something to drink? She offered him, her fingers wrapping around the refrigerator door handle.

His gaze met her backside as she bent over the refrigerator when she opened it. He knew what he wanted, what would quench his thirst, and her posture proved that she knew as well. Water.

He croaked out, swallowing down the lust he was trying to tame. He watched as she rummaged through the contents of the refrigerator. He grinned and decided to play along with her game.

I think we're snowed in for a while, he mentioned, glancing briefly at the windows in her living room. Her posture straightened at the remark, craning her neck slowly so she could look at him. She stared at him, a hazy look in her eyes as he made his way towards her.

Her breathing accelerated as his hands rested over her hips. His cheek, smooth and clean-shaven, rubbed against hers, a soft sigh escaping her swollen and full lips. We'll have to turn up the heat soon, she replied, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Her hands shook as she turned slightly to reach for a glass. Vincent's hands were slipping into the front of her skirt again. He groaned as he came into contact with her wet folds.

His nose nuzzled the tenderness at the back of her neck, his tongue grazed over the teeth marks he had left on her skin earlier, and he quickly wondered if he had hurt her. The thought sent his high body into a lurk with concern. Does it hurt? He asked her, the guilt starting to pour in the pit of his stomach.

He'd been told more than once he was rougher in bed than he realised. The animal inside of him had a habit of taking over when his inhibitions were lowered. She turned her head to face him, then, a smile slowly curving on his favourite lips.

Not at all, she answered, smoothing over his worry with the caress of her thumbs on his cheeks. His thumb ran over the bite mark he'd given her, but his eyes never looked away from hers. His free fingers, which still lingered between her legs, dipped into her wetness once again.

She gasped lightly as she held onto the countertop in front of her while he toyed with her sensitive mount. Let go, Adelina, he commanded softly as he placed a soft lingering kiss over her lips, while his hands tugged down her skirt once and for all. The glass fell onto the counter, not shattering, but still making a slightly loud noise.

He gripped her hips, bending her over the sink in front of her, her body relaxed as she flipped her long, dark, chocolate-coloured hair over her shoulder and spread her legs for him. He groaned as he slid himself inside her from behind. A loud moan echoed around them and made him thrust in deeper, filling her deep.

He slipped out of her, only to dive into her again, hard and fast. He pounded into her while her hips met his, thrust for thrust. Their moans came simultaneously, his fingers spread over her hips, grasping as much of her flesh as he could once he felt the incredible swelling of his thick and pulsating cock being milked by her.

His jaw locked as he felt her roll her hips, still following his rhythm. Fuck, she felt so good. Harder, harder, fuck harder, her eager words of encouragement caused the thrusting of their hips to increase.

He could feel her juices surrounding him again, flowing easily as he plunged into her. Vincent took her hand, then, his fingers weaving through hers, squeezing her, squeezing because he needed to hold on to his woman he adored while he fell apart. When he released himself inside her again, for the third time that day, he rested his forehead on her shoulder, his nose rubbing against the softness of her skin.

His breathing was heavy, hers as well, but he didn't pull out of her. It felt too good, she felt too much like home to let her go. He inhaled the scent of her sweet but exotic perfume and smiled, wrapping his arms around her stomach, pulling her against him to feel her warmth.

Where's the bedroom? He asked, and she laughed at his sudden curiosity. He knew she knew why he was asking, but he needed to make her come again.

Soon. She pointed across to the living room, and he lifted her into his arms straight away, carrying her to their destination. Her hair fanned out across the white cotton pillow when he placed her down on her bed.

She was naked now, bare for him, completely for the first time. It wasn't an awkward feeling. She had already shared her most sensual desires with him, and that gave her the courage to do pretty much everything he'd been wanting to do to her since they met.

Only he could make her come apart, completely break down and make her bare her soul, or she always told him. He always wondered what she saw in him, what the others had too. He never deemed himself worthy to stay past a couple of nights in a woman's bed until he met Adelina.

Her insatiable curiosity for human behaviour and why people tended to hurt the ones they loved the most had forced him to take a look at his hurtful behaviour during their conversations. She'd made him a better person, and he hadn't realised it until now. Her eyes travelled across the dips and curves on his body while he removed his shirt up over his head.

Her tongue escaped her mouth, running along her lips as she took in the sight of him. He was beautiful in her eyes. The ripples on his stomach, the broad shoulders, the impressive six-pack, the incredibly steel-hard and thick erection, springing from his box of briefs, and the way he looked at Adelina springing from his box of briefs looked to be her favourite target.

It all made her dizzy with desire. He could tell by the sultry look in her eyes as they burned with lust and anticipation. She had no idea how much he made him feel, how good, how worthy, how appreciated he felt in her arms.

He'd repay her soon enough. What's wrong? She inquired with a furrowed brow.

Vincent captured her gaze as he crawled over, his hands spreading her legs for him, running down to her calves, then up again to her inner thighs. His eyes met hers and held them, his lips brushing over hers as he felt her breathing become heavy. I'm wearing you out, Adelina, he teased, not willing to say the words he'd been wanting to whisper her here all day long.

Just yet. He loved her, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind after today. However, Adelina still had some reservations, and he had still some time until the last snowflake fell in the morning to prove to her she'd be safe in his arms.

I'd like to put a wager on that, Adelina countered as she pulled him closer. With a grin, he lowered his head to where his lips rested over her opening. She sucked in a breath, her hands gripping the sheets in her fists.

He heard her groan as he parted her folds with his tongue. She should have been sore by now, but by some mistake, some miracle, she wasn't, which he intended on taking advantage of soon enough. When his tongue dipped deeper and he heard her sigh his name, his heart fluttered without hesitation at the joy he was causing her.

When his lips sucked at her clit until he was sure she could no longer think coherently from the pleasure, he grinned as her body continued to writhe with need. When she leaped into his mouth and he lapped at her until there was nothing left, she watched him lift his head from between her legs, his eyes immediately penetrating hers. He held her gaze as he licked his lips, placing her legs over his shoulders, his hands smoothing down her milky thighs.

His eyes closed briefly as he placed soft kisses along the skin of her legs. What are you thinking about? He asked her, since her eyes were now closed, her head resting on its side.

He waited for her reply while his lips kissed up her abdomen and all the way to her breasts, the tip of his tongue tasting the hardened nipple. Her fingers ran smoothly through his short, cropped hair, tugging lightly as his teeth bit at the sensitive flesh. He groaned as her scent enveloped him while he grazed his nose in between the valley of her breasts.

Nothing important, she answered, and he knew it was a lie. Women had millions of thoughts running around in their minds constantly. His late mother had taught him that as a child.

Kisses for your thoughts, he asked, and she shook her head as he pulled away to study her expression. His entire body covered hers, now enveloping her in his warmth. Her hands ran over his slightly toned arms, her hands squeezing when they reached his shoulders.

Why not? He continued the line of questioning as the tip of his cock slightly rubbed against her stomach, causing her to groan softly. It doesn't matter, she replied, swallowing hard, and he kissed her then, his tongue meeting hers with a hunger that consumed him.

Her nails scratching at his back. When his lips left hers, they travelled down her neck, ending up at her ear. It matters to me, he let her know sincerely, while her breathing grew heavy, her chest pressing against it as it rose up and down in anticipation.

Why? She continued to evade answering him, and he drove into her in the hopes of changing her mind. Her loud moan filled the room as she held onto him, holding him as close as she could.

That's why. Because you trust me enough to make your body cry out for me like that. Because I couldn't live without seeing how your eyes look into mine, as if I were only made for you.

I had no idea how much I'd be addicted to that smile of yours until I came here. His forehead rested against hers when he finished speaking, then he pulled out of her and drove into her again, filling her slowly.