Chapter 56 - Do you like that?

EMMA

Consciousness pulls me to the land of the living. It drags me through the mud and forces me to open my eyes. My limbs feel languid but reinvigorated. I stretch and let the sleep seep out of my body. The sheets lower and I realize that I’m naked.

*What the frick! *

I quickly cover my body with the bedsheets. I clutch them hard against my chest. I look around the room, but it’s empty. Hadrian isn’t here. I think back to the night before, but everything is foggy.

I remember the festival, the attack and the princess. Everything after became hazy and I’m pretty sure that I was ridden with lust. My morals were questionable.

More memories find their way through the haze. I know I looked at people having sex and that Marius took me back to the palace. I know he tried to force himself on me and that my body and head gave mixed signals.

I rake my brain, hoping that I didn’t do the unthinkable with Marius.

*No I didn’t. Hadrian came.*

*And I begged him to have sex with me.*

I want to sink through the bed and the floor and to the depths of the ground. I can’t believe I did that.

And the worst thing is that I don’t even remember having sex with him. *How pathetic is that?* I groan and let myself fall face down on the bed.

I stay there for a minute and debate climbing through the window and running away into the dark forest. How long will I make it? A day, maybe two? That is if a werewolf doesn’t kill me first.

I groan again, it’s loud and comes from the depths of my embarrassment. I need to get my big girl panties on and find Hadrian. I cannot run away, unfortunately.

I wrap the bedsheets around my body and climb out of bed. I toddle to the dressing room and search for my nightgown. The endless bedsheets drag behind me and they get stuck in the doorway.

I don’t see my nightgown anywhere, but I do find the matching robe within grabbing distance. I quickly replace the bedsheets for the robe and haul the sheets back to the bed.

It is just after dawn when I open the door of the bedroom and notice that the door to his office is open. Hadrian usually locks it.

I frown and walk over to his office. Soft grunts reach my ear before I see him. Hadrian is shirtless and the muscles in his shoulders and neck are strained. His hand is wrapped around his large shaft and he pulls hard with vigorous strokes.

I gasp and his eyes turn to mine. “I’m sorry,” I squeak and turn around to leave his office. I can feel the blood rushing to my face for having caught him in a private moment.

A part of me is curious and that part recides between my legs. That part wants that thing to do what it’s made for.

I freeze and turn around. The magma bubbling in my core is my own and not any haze that has come over me.

There is perspiration over his skin. He is soaked in sweat. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are dark and wild.

“What are you doing?” He grunts.

I let myself take in his virile body. His strong muscles and his able equipment. I take in the large swollen head that leaks drops of cum. And I know for sure that we didn’t have sex last night. I remember the heights he brought me to with his tongue. Several times at that and I’m quite sure now that I passed out after. The memory leaves an aching squeeze in my lower stomach.

“We didn’t have intercourse last night?” I ask in the most clinical way possible and I cringe at my own words.

“You were drugged.”

“I was?” I frown and I piece the puzzle together.

“Moongranate. It’s a strong aphrodisiac.” Hadrian clarifies.

Moongranate? Could it have been the juice Marius gave me? I hazely remember that Hadrian made Marius tremble and crawl over the floor and I’m glad.

Hadrian had every chance last night to have sex with me. I even begged him for it, but he didn't. I take a deep breath and move closer to Hadrian. He watches me when I climb on his lap.

His heavy member rests against my bare thigh. His hands move to rest on my hips and he pushes me backward. “We can’t.”

My confidence falters. “You don’t want this?”

“What does this look like, Emma?” Hadrian clamors before the rejection can crack a hole in my chest.

“I’ve been jerking off just so that I won’t go into our bedroom and wake you for a rough fuck.”

He swings a piece of the satin fabric in the air. “I’m fucking losing it and this is not helping.”

“Then lose it.” I loosen the knot of my robe and let it fall to the floor. I’m bare before him. Completely and undeniably.

His eyes roam over my body. “You don’t know what you're talking about.”

“I don’t, but I can’t deny this burning ache inside me.” I wrap my hand around his shaft and he groans.

“You’re drugged.” He states.

“No Hadrian, I want this.” I copy the movements I saw him do and watch the spasms in his abdomen.

“I don’t want to hurt you again.” He growls.

I can feel his restraint in the taut muscles of his hand as he grips the armrests of his chair. I continue to move my hand up and down. His girth is hefty and I’m not sure if I’m doing this right.

His hands move to my ass, his fingers dig into my backside and pull me closer. “Fuck.” He bellows and white cum shoots from his shaft in thick ropes and covers my hands and stomach.

I look up at Hadrian and he has his eyes lifted to the ceiling. He mutters a string of curses and his chest flushes to his neck and jaw. He seems angry.

He leans forward and our chests touch. I gasp when his hot skin grazes over my nipples. Hadrian takes a bunch of tissues from his desk and cleans away the spills.

He crumples the tissues and throws them away. He runs a hand over my bare spine. “Are you really sure you want this?”

I’ve always been self-conscious about my appearance, but Hadrian looks at me with warmth that is not just lust.

“Yes.”

Hadrian slides me further on his lap, his fingers dig in my skin and his mouth covers my nipple. He sucks on the bud and my back arches into him. Everywhere my skin touches him is on fire.

One hand reaches between my legs and runs along the length of my blistering heat. “You’re soaking wet.” Hadrian moves his fingers inside me and moves with steady strokes until I’m liquid in his hands.

Hadrian replaces his finger with the head of his shaft. My body needs to stretch and has a hard time accommodating his size.

The stretch is painful and I feel my body tense. Hadrian wraps an arm around my back and he brings our naked bodies closer. “Breathe Emma.”

I look into his amber eyes, they are dark with lust, but also steady with determination. I take a deep breath and I sink deeper into him.

“It hurts,” I say with a whine. Why do people praise sex so much? Why do I want something so bad when it hurts? What is this biological urge crying out for?

“I’m sorry.” Hadrian whispers. His features are strained. “We can stop.”

“No.”

“What do you need?”

“I don’t know. You’re the expert here.” I snap. The reminder of his exes brings me on edge.

Hadrian narrows his eyes. “If you were anyone else I would just have fucked you into it until the pain disappears.”

He sighs and presses his thumb on my lower back in soothing motions. Why is it that every touch he gives is heaven on earth? It sears through me to a place deep in my soul. But we don’t fit together, physically we are miles apart.

I feel tears threatening to rise. “Is it painful for you?”

Hadrian places his head on my shoulders and shakes his head. His raven hair tickles my neck. “No, you're soft, warm and tight. This could never be painful for me.”

Hadrian places kisses along my shoulder and down my chest. A bolt of electricity shoots through me when Hadrian circles his thumb around the bundle of nerves between my legs. My muscles clench and release in repeating motions. His steady strokes activate a force within me.

“What are you doing?” I whimper and moan.

“Do you like that?”

The tension in my muscles loosens and I sink further into him. He fills me up with every inch. He reaches pleasure points inside me that I didn’t know existed. “Yes, ahhh, yes.”

He’s there within me and it ignites an itch that needs scratching. I slowly move up and down and back to front and try to find a rhythm that feels good.

Hadrian is watching me. His eyes are trained on my movements. There is perspiration on his temples and I know he’s holding himself back. He's letting me try to figure this out.

“Does that feel good?” He asks.

“Yeah, but…”

Hadrian moves his hands under my backside and lifts us both up from the seat. “You need more.”

The friction makes me moan louder. Hadrian places me on his desk without disconnecting our bodies. Paper falls to the floor, they swoosh through the air together with the clattering of pens.

He places me on a bed of papers and I hope that they’re not that important. Hadrian attaches his lips back to my body and sucks a trail along my skin. My breasts, my chest, my neck, my mark.

He takes my wrists and lifts my arms above my head. Then he starts to move. His big muscles hover above me and move with solid precision. He keeps a steady pace and I feel my body bend against him. I don’t hold back the sensations in my body this time and I let myself climb that hill of pleasure. My moans are loud and bounce off the walls.

“Come for me.” He demands. His voice is stern and I find myself willing to obey his orders. My climax is all-encompassing and I curl my toes against his back. For a second, every muscle, every vein is tensed.

He grips the edge of his desk beside my head and I hear it crack. “Fucking hell.” Hadrian follows with a string of curses.