My other leg wrapped around Adam instinctively and he straightened, taking a few steps before laying me on the bed gently.
He ran his hand through my curls, down my cheek and stopped at my throat, his thumb rubbing against my windpipe making me shudder.
His other hand squeezed my thigh, massaging up to the side of my hip when he squeezed again, making me squirm under him but unable to move.
He raised my shirt, exposing my stomach. His fingers glided over scars that left silver lines against my skin, he traced them, dancing up my skin making me sigh and goosebumps spring across my body.
He slipped his warm hand under my shirt and gripped my breast, pinching the n****e before he palmed it again.
He repeated the motion, his hand on my throat squeezing slightly, causing my moans to come
