Chapter Ninety-Three
“f**k, that feels so good. Does it feel good for you too?” Adam asked, trailing his fingers over the inside of my palm before tracing his fingertips up to the sensitive skin of my wrist.
He opened his eyes, watching me and I shivered at the heat there and from the pleasure that his touch was giving me. “Yes. It feels good.”
I looked down at his fingers as he kept touching me. His fingernails traced the vein on the inside of my wrist, moving up my forearm. Goosebumps prickled at my skin and I pressed my lips together, holding back a moan. I squirmed, trying to tug my hand from his but he wrapped his fingers around my wrist, stopping me from pulling away.
His nostrils flared and he let out a soft moan. “You smell incredible. I thought your fear was mouth-watering, bu
