The smile on my lips got wider at Adam’s blatant display of affection, even though the stares from most of the pack members were anything but encouraging.
Claire was looking at me like she wanted to take my head off my neck. I noticed though, that when our eyes met, she smirked at me. The bad feeling in my guts had intensified. I had a feeling that whatever was making her this devious had to do with the little girl that had called me outside and the distraction the latter had talked about.
Oh god. Was there a way I could leave this party without being scathed? A sad smile sneaked across my lips and replaced the former happy one, as I searched diligently for Naomi.
I bit my lips as I saw her. She was talking with Ben, whilst Noah watched them, his hands splayed on the butt cheeks of one of Claire’s minions. The boy is an idiot.
“Maya, focus on me? What is the matter? Where is your happy smile?” I heard Adam’s concerned voice whisper into my ear as his lips brushed my earlobes, sending strings of warmth to my core.
What was he doing? He knows that I was in no way immune to his touch. I tried to clamp my hips together, but it was near to impossible for we were still dancing.
“Are you already wet for me, Maya? I can smell your arousal.” He whispered, biting my lobes again. I nodded before I could stop myself.
Quickly, without much ado, he held me by the hand and led me out of the hall, not minding the stares that followed us as we walked away. My cheeks colored in embarrassment. Adam could be impulsive.
This was bad, but at the same time exhilarating.
“Don’t you feel concerned about the fact that everyone is watching, and would probably have an idea of why we are leaving the hall? It is actually embarrassing.” I admitted as we walked along the well lighted passageway.
There was no reply. Rather his breathing had gotten more ragged and I knew that the prince was ready to eat me up.
“Adam..” I called, determined to make him talk. “Where are you taking me to?”
“To my room.” He answered monotonically, and I gulped down my saliva. We were really doing this? My mother would be mad now.
Although I had avoided her eyes as Adam had whisked me away, I knew that her facial expression would be synonymous to anger. Well I wouldn’t be pleased if I was her.
I was also curious as to why the king hadn’t stopped us from leaving. It would have just taken one command. Or was he thinking that Adam was using me for fun alone?
Well, that would be it.
If only he knew that his son had marked me already.
We were on the second floor now, and I have to admit, my legs were beginning to throb. It caused my movements to slow down.
“Are we heading to another part of the world?” I teased, pausing in my movements totally; so tired.
Adam looked at me then with lust filled eyes. “We are almost there, my love.”
I gulped down saliva, and picked up my steps again, sighing in relief a few seconds later when he stopped at a door. Swiftly, he opened the door, and pulled me inside.
Immediately I stepped into the dark room, Adam pushed me gently to the wall and claimed my lips. I sighed in relish and contentment, protesting with a grunt thereafter, when he broke away. What now?
He pecked my lips, before strolling to the door. His hands shook, giddy with happiness and need, as he locked it, not wanting anyone to interrupt us during this beautiful event he must have been longing for since he saw me tonight.
That done, he returned to me.
“I have waited so long for this tonight.” He muttered, but I pulled him down to me, not in the mood for small talk. My core was throbbing with need.
He lifted me up then, smiling satisfactorily as I slid my legs across his waist. Instantly it brought my hot core of femininity, liquid with need, to press fully against his thick, fierce arousal, since I was wearing a thin pant underneath the gown.
Adam groaned aloud, every sane thought, every good intention, flying out of his head. In its place was a need so strong and urgent that he fastened his mouth fiercely to mine. In primitive, stormy, almost violent possession, his mouth fed on mine.
He swept me away from the crushing walls, walking fastly to his bed, loosening my gown as he went.
I could feel his hands sliding possessively over my skin, slow and deliberate, as if he were committing every curve and hollow to memory.
I could feel the soft bed pressing into me as he trapped me beneath him, his body, so large and strong, blanketing mine. His mouth never stopped its series of long, drugging kisses that seemed to steal my will and arouse him beyond all human boundaries of need.
He was in an intimate position with me now, his scent robbing me of my senses. His nose was situated on the hollow of my neck, biting and teasing.
My hands had a mind of their own, finding every defined muscle of his with my fingertips.
“You are mine, Maya.” He whispered the words against my mouth now, and bent closer to nibble at the corners of my lower lip.
“I need you with me. You chase away the shadows and lighten the terrible load that threatens to drown me.” He said, trailing kisses down to my collarbone.
Still, I said nothing. Didn’t think I needed to. I was leaving after all, and he hadn’t said anything about it yet.
So, I skimmed my fingertips across the hard edges of his mouth, marveling at the finesse.
“Is this possession, or is it love?” I finally spoke, noting the head numbing emotion in his eyes.
I dipped my head to press my mouth to the hollow of his sternum, to slide my tongue over the ultrasensitive skin above his heart. I was merged with him now, reading his mind, his erotic fantasies, wanting to bring them to life.
He groaned as his gut clenched hotly, his body responding with fierce aggression. His body knew me.
He watched me smile at the feel of his hard length burning against my skin. I had no inhibitions when I lay with him, only a fierce desire to burn with him.
“Answer me, Adam. The truth.” My fingertips brushed his velvet tip, fingers curled around the heavy thickness of him sending hunger raging through his body.
I was playing with fire, but he didn’t have the strength to stop me; he didn’t want to stop me.
His hands curled in my hair, two tight fists.
“Both,” He managed to gasp, shocked at his response.
Was he being bewitched?
Those were his thoughts exactly before I continued my ministrations, aware of the smile resonating in my heart, and the sadness over the fact that I would be leaving soon.