Haunting-Adeline

the oxygen from my lungs, and I’ve always loved to toe the line between
life and death.
Those pre y brown eyes fasten on mine, big and round, and all I want to
do is consume her.
“I will always possess you, li le mouse. So, know that you have all of my
devo on to keeping you.”
“Why does it always sound like a threat?” she wonders aloud, though a
small smile ps the corner of her lips.
I grin. “Because it is.”
I roll to my back, bringing her with me so she’s sprawled out on my
chest.
“Zade,” she warns, but her words contrast against her ac ons. She shi s
her legs, so she’s straddling me, her center lined up on my cock. I can feel
how hot and wet she is through the silk of her underwear.
Gri ng my teeth, I ball my hands into fists, figh ng the ins nct to rip the
sorry excuse for pan es to shreds so that I can feel how ready she is to take
me inside her.
“Adeline,” I echo.
Her light brown eyes are shaded, but I can feel the effect all the same.
She’s leaning just above me, her so body molded to mine. I swear I can
feel the tension lining her hips as she resists the need to grind her pussy on
me.
“What?” she whispers, feigning ignorance.
“Sit on my cock. Now.”
Her breathing hitches, and with her breasts pressed ghtly against mine,
I can’t tell if the rapid pulsing in my chest is from her heart or mine.
The internal struggle in her head is loud, and indecision radiates from
her.
Eventually, she sits up, her body cu ng through the strands of
moonlight shining through the balcony doors.
And I crumble.
Her curvy body is cascaded in both shadows and light, the two forbidden
lovers clashing on her skin and crea ng a fucking masterpiece.
Her beauty is blinding, turning my body into ash beneath her light.
She drags her hand down her flat stomach un l her finger ps tease the
edges of her underwear.