The Replaced Bride’s fortune

Chapter 23

Brianna’s POV

He sat on the bed, his brows drawn in confusion at my silence. I don’t move, I don’t answer to him, I’m just fixed at my spot arms length away from him.

His eyes held an expression akin to pity, puppy eyes were fixed on me. I don’t let it affect me, at least I tried not to let it. Unsuccessfully though.

In the blink of an eye, Adrian pulls me down to his laps. I startle, a bit shocked by the sudden movement. My ass propped on his laps immediately.

I don’t have much time to recover before his hands finds my neck, tilting me closer and then…

I space out. No inner monologue, no panic, no fear.

The only thing functioning in my system was my loudly beating heart. My tummy pulls with an uncontrollable force at the touch of his lips, my eyes fluttering close even as I will it back open.

I melt into the kiss and my body starts to heat up. I’d kissed him before, on the alter at our marriage but the scene and the situation surrounding that time made it quite difficult to feel the emotions.

Right now, it was different, way different. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted more. My hands automatically moves around his neck, holding him closer. This earns me a moan from him.

Adrian tilts his head, our lips clashing in a fit of dominance. He bit softly on my bottom lip and I automatically open up, his tongue moves in without hesitation.

This time, a sound i am unfamiliar with filters through me. A moan, a groan, I couldn’t tell.

He kissed me, my eyes fluttered in shock, watching his close in front of me. I remain still, my brain scrambling to form words. To react. To do anything. But I don’t, I can’t.

His lips clashed with mine, a battle of tongue and lips. Adrian takes this as a sign. He cuts the contact, breathing hard with his familiar grey eyes darkened beyond recognition. “Should stop?”

How could I ask him to, I really really wanted it too. I nodded, unable to form words. He pulls me upward, his lips not leaving mine in the process, then places me back down and now I was straddling him.

My small frame now held tightly in his hold. I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming urge to get closer, so I do.

I didn’t even have to move much, Adrian does the job. He pulls me impossible closer, my breasts pushing right against his chest. His hands roaming my back, my waist, dangerously close to the globes of my ass.

A loud moan tore from his throat as I ground down on his lap, pressing against the growing hardness beneath me.

I startled at the sudden movement, a small gasp slipping free. He takes my lips to swallow the sounds. My hands pressed against his chest, pulling him closer, against my better judgment.

“Baby…” he grunted, hands gripping my hips firmly, holding me flush against his hardening length. “f**k… tell me right now if you need me to stop. I’m holding back so damn hard. I don’t scare you baby.”

Instead of answering with words, I rolled my hips again, deliberately dragging my tingling core along his stiffening c**k, through our clothes.

I was still a bit shy and so I couldn’t put my feelings into words. I used my body instead, inching forward towards him.

The next thing I knew, I am being flipped onto my back, my body flush against the soft mattress. Adrian’s body now between my thighs, his length pressing against my aching core.

Adrian went wild, his hands roaming every inch of my body with an under and a craze that turned to hear on my skin. Heat flooded places I’d never felt before, my lower belly pooling with molten lava, hot and throbbing.

He mapped my skin like a treasure only he could claim, fingers tracing every curve and dip. I melted beneath him, a soft sound escaping me.
“Hmm… Adrian.”

“f**k, you’re killing me, baby,” he growled, voice rough with restraint. “That voice is going to be my undoing.”

His mouth crashed down on mine, tasting of sin and raw hunger. His hands slid down my side, one hand fondling with my breast over my light shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra so my n*****s stood guard between us.

“Adrian..,” I moaned, his hands expertly flicking my n*****s. I arched into him with a soft gasp, a sudden spark of pleasure surging through me.

Another large hand slid down my side, gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.

He pulled back just enough to watch my face, dark eyes blazing. “Still okay?” The words came out strained, his c**k twitching against my thigh like it had its own heartbeat.

I answered by rolling my hips up, seeking more friction, more of him. A low, broken groan tore from his chest as he pressed forward, the thick length of him sliding along my wetness, teasing, promising.

“Baby… you keep doing that and I won’t be capable of being gentle.”