Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

she could finally feel his heat, she wrapped her fingers around his dick. It felt like she remembered, if a little softer. And she longed for it to be rock hard again, engorged with blood and ready to erupt. She wanted him shaking with desire until he wasn’t thinking anymore.

Adrian gasped, groaned and shivered. And she knew that she had him. Some of the tension released when she felt his penis thicken, felt it start to elongate again. She could have sighed as he let her stroke him, feeling his skin stretch under her hand.

Just feeling him getting excited was making her wet. She felt the desire rise back up in her, and she was relieved. If she got him ready, she didn’t want her body to give him doubts. Her mind was willing and now she could feel her heart beating faster, pushing hot blood through her, pushing lust to her hungry core.

“You want me, huh? Show me.” He demanded, the sound gravely.

Soph didn’t want to move her hand from him, liking the evidence of his desire. With her other hand, took his, feeling the muscle flex in his wrist, and guided it to her cleft.

At the searing touch, she gasped, pressing her wet flesh closer to his relaxed fingers. And she hoped that he’d take over soon, because she was about to orgasm just from this light touch alone. Because the feel of it, the sight of it while she moved her hand up and down on his ridged flesh, was one of the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed.

She was overwhelmed.

She felt too much inside. Felt too much outside.

It gathered in her until she felt like she would burst.

“All this cream. Is it for me?” he asked, his voice coming from very close to her ear, as if his head was bent towards hers. She wasn’t going to look, too mesmerized by his dark flesh against hers. By him pleasuring her, and her pleasuring him.

Soph nodded. Of course it was for him. He was the only one she was thinking about right now. As much as she liked Thane. As much as she cared and desired for the unemotional sexy giant, he wasn’t here right now and this wasn’t about him. It was about Adrian and her.

Adrian was the one who started this. The one who pulled her into the cave and covered her with his hot body. He was the one who woke this desire in her, one she didn’t know was even possible.

And she would show him how ready she was for what he wanted. Whatever he wanted.

Sophie pressed her hips closer to his hand, rubbing the tight nub of nerves against his fingers and gasped in pleasure. She didn’t know that her hand tensed on his shaft, squeezing him tightly, until he pulled her hand away. “Nah, you won’t make me go off in your hand. Not again. I’m going to be in you this time. I brought food. I was going to feed you but that will have to wait. You want me to fuck you. I will. Go to the St. Andrews Cross.”

The… OH! Sophie took a breath and looked at the cross across the room. It was a giant X with straps. She had noticed it before, had contemplated it, but now she’d get to use it. She didn’t know if she was excited or petrified. Maybe a little of both.

And it seemed to keep the lust building, expanding exponentially until she felt that her body was melting with need.

It took a lot for her to walk to the cross. She wasn’t sure that her limp legs would hold her up, but her curiosity and cravings were greater. Once at the cross, she turned back to see Adrian looking at her. “No, the other way. Turn around.” He demanded, stalking across the ground towards her.

He reminded her of a predatory cat, someone who was hunting prey. He looked like he was going to eat her alive, and she had to admit, that she kind of liked that plan.

Sophie turned around, facing the cross. And held her breath. What would he do? But she didn’t have to wait long. Because as soon as she turned, she could feel his body heat moving against her back. Could feel his chest brush hers as he took her hand, holding it up one side of the X.

When she held her arm there, Adrian closed the leather cuff around her slim wrist, cinching the belt-like strap closed. He did the same to her other arm, before working on her ankles.

She was spread out, her arms and legs held away from her body. She couldn’t see Adrian as he stood behind her, couldn’t see what his expression held. And the anticipation was driving her crazy.

Soph took a deep breath, her breasts pressing against the leather of the cross, the material cold against her nipples. She couldn’t breathe very deeply, and she wondered if that was why her head started to feel dizzy.

Or it could be because he is taking so freaking long!

She wanted to laugh at her thought, but knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea. Nope, he would not like that at all!

Finally, after what seemed like a ten minutes, Adrian finally reached out and touched her. His fingertips trailed down her back and over her butt, which probably stuck out a lot, and then down between her cheeks. He didn’t hesitate, just pushed a finger into her wet heat.

She cried out soundlessly, tightening around his finger, wanting more. But he just teased her, moving it in and out while his other fingers moved through her wetness to touch her clit.

Pleasure zinged through her body, so sharp that she jumped, pulled at the bindings to try to get away. But Adrian wouldn’t let her.

He chuckled mischievously into