and positioned himself at my entrance. He thrust inside of me in one expert movement, causing my breath to hitch at the sudden invasion of him.
I felt him everywhere, deeply.
Hadrian didn’t take his eyes off me as he started to move, slowly at first and then when my body began to give into him, make room for him, he picked up speed. His thrusts became ruthless and dominating, his hand clasped the back of my neck as he brought my lips to meet his.
His tongue plunged with the rhythm of his body. Desire had me digging my nails into his back.
“You like that?” he whispered harshly, his mouth against mine. “What about this?”
He rammed into me and angled his pelvis so that I had no choice but to come.
Waves of pleasure consumed me. I arched my back, wanting to drag it out for as long as possible.
With a curse in a language I didn’t understand, Hadrian clasped my hips in a bruising grip and emptied himself.
We stilled and Hadrian propped up on his elbows to stare into my eyes.
He smiled slightly and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before sliding out of me. I watched him heave his mighty body off the bed and pad naked to the bathroom.
I wasn’t usually a fan of brawny men that looked like they could crack skulls for a living, but something about the way Hadrian strutted made me appreciate his sensual grace despite his size.
I didn’t know what to do now. Was I supposed to get up and sleep in one of the guest rooms? Give him his space?
He came back from the bathroom and climbed into bed. I got out of the other side and went to the bathroom to clean up. After I did my business, I looked at myself in the mirror. Tousled waves, bright eyes, flushed cheeks.
I headed back to the bedroom. Hadrian was in bed, the covers pulled up to his waist. He had one arm tucked beneath his head and his seductive gaze tracked my every movement.
“So, I guess I’ll sleep in the guest room,” I said awkwardly.
“Why would you do that?” he asked.
“Because—well, sleeping together isn’t sleeping together.”
“Eden,” he began. “How am I going to take you in the middle of the night if I roll over and find you aren’t there?”
Heat crept up my cheeks at the mention of his desire. I was already tender between my legs, but I knew I’d want him again too.
He flipped the covers back in a silent command for me to climb into bed, and then he turned the bedside lamp on.
I flipped off the main light and then went to my side of the bed, sliding between the sheets, naked.
I mirrored his pose, lying on my back, arm tucked underneath my head to stare at the ceiling.
He flicked the lamp off and we were blanketed in darkness.
I let out a slow exhale.
The scent of Hadrian after sex drifted toward me, a scent I couldn’t describe. Sated male, warm skin, and the aroma of an expensive shave cream and masterfully chosen cologne.
“Is your shave cream Italian?” I blurted out.
After a moment of silence, he said, “Aye. How did you know it was Italian?”
“My mother,” I said softly, smiling in remembrance. “She used men’s Italian shaving cream for her legs. She refused to use anything else.”
“Are you close to your mother?”
I swallowed in an attempt to tamp down the sudden lump in my throat and realized it was best if I didn’t say more. “No.”
He paused for a long moment and then his hand reached out to pull me into his side. It was intimate, and blurred the line of what we’d just done, and for what reason.
But I couldn’t stop from placing my hand on his chest, feeling the strength beneath my fingertips.
“Good night, Hadrian.”
His arm tightened around me. “Good night, Eden.”
I awoke to early morning sunrays streaming through the expensive blinds. I winced, feeling like I was hungover, even though I’d gone to bed completely sober.
True to his word, Hadrian had turned to me in the middle of the night, rousing me from sleep with his wandering hands and tongue. He’d kept me on edge for hours before finally letting me come. I felt like a wrung-out dishrag, and no doubt, if I looked in the mirror, I’d see bags under my eyes.
I rolled over, expecting to find Hadrian in bed next to me, but he wasn’t there. Neither were his clothes.