Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 252: No hesitation

The other hand slid into her hair, holding the back of her head as he kissed her back just as hard, thankful that she was not angry at him. And now there was no hesitation.

He pulled her to him as his hands slid over her, until he cupped her bottom through the skirt. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer and that little sound only instigated him further. Without giving her a chance, he slid his hands lower until the hem of her skirt was in his fingers. He pulled it upwards and then in the next moment, her legs were wrapped around him as he turned her so that she was caught in the middle. Between him and the wall.

His mouth was on hers again withing a minute, deep and determined, but there was tension in the way he held her. Her fingers slipped beneath his shirt, the heat of his skin burning against her palms. Every ridge of muscle tightened under her touch. Adam felt as if he was on fire. And the more she touched him, the hotter he felt.

She pushed the fabric up and over his shoulders, letting it fall behind them. Her hands didn’t pause as they moved with purpose, sweeping across his chest, down his stomach, as if reacquainting herself with terrain.

He caught her hip and pulled her flush against him, letting her feel what she did to him. Her breath hitched and then as if wanting to feel more, her hands moved from his abs to his belt. In a single move his belt came undone beneath her hands, and he made no move to stop her. Her body moved on instinct and yet, even as he felt her hands caressing him, he wanted more of her.

He kissed her again, slower this time but no less hungry. His hands slipped under her top, palms flat against her waist, dragging upward. She raised her arms wordlessly, allowing him to strip it away and moved in to kiss him back.

Melanie felt a shiver as her top was discarded but the rush of cool air against her skin was chased instantly by the heat of his mouth on her collarbone.

One of his hands found the back of her thigh and lifted it, anchoring her against him. She didn’t resist. She wrapped her leg around his waist and pressed closer, until there was no space left between them.

Her skin tingled where his fingers grazed her ribs. She tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, refusing to flinch as his gaze met hers again.

His breath was uneven now, shallow. Her nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing the weight of him, needing to feel something real.

"Melon... we need to move to the bedroom." He whispered sharply and she shook her head. That table is fine."

He laughed then... even as he sighed," You’re going to be the death of me... but I will die a happy man... I guess."

He didn’t waste time saying anything more. Simply turned with her still in his arms, her legs tight around his waist, and strode to the table. Her back arched as he set her down on it, the cool surface pulling a gasp from her lips. But she didn’t move away—if anything, she leaned into him and that pleased him immensely.

This time, the kiss slowed, but the intensity didn’t fade. His hands framed her face for a moment, thumbs brushing along her jaw before they slid down—over her throat, her collarbones, lower—memorising her all over again.

She was, however, unwilling to sit back. Without giving him a chance, she slid her hand into the waistband of his trousers, tracing the elastic of his underpants... His breath hitched as her finger slipped beneath it, to caress and tease him slowly.

Just that simple action seemed to break everything within him. He stepped away from her, and she opened her eyes, watching him as he got rid of his own clothes haphazardly. It was like a strip tease and yet, it wasn’t.

As he discarded the last of his clothing and stepped towards her, she said nothing. And yet, she did something that drove him crazy with lust. She opened her legs wider, welcoming him. He stepped back into the cradle of her thighs, his palms gripping the edge of the table on either side of her hips. The heat between them pulsed like a living thing. He didn’t rush. His gaze swept over her-flushed skin, parted lips, chest rising and falling just a little faster now. The sight alone made restraint nearly impossible. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Melanie’s knees pressed against his sides as she shifted forward, her arms sliding around his neck, pulling him back to her.

He leaned down, his mouth brushing over her shoulder, across her collarbone, lower. She let out a sharp breath as he trailed lower, his stubble grazing her skin.

Her fingers tightened in his hair when he kissed the top of her breast. And when he finally took her nipple into his mouth, her whole body arched off the table. Her moan was raw, involuntary, and it echoed in his ears, making him want more of that.

He dragged his mouth back up her neck, his hands sliding up her thighs, thumbs tracing circles just above her knees. Her legs wrapped around his waist again, tighter this time, pulling him closer, pressing him exactly where she wanted him. Skin against skin now. Heat against heat.

He reached between them, guiding himself against her, testing how ready she was. The answer came in a broken gasp from her lips and the way her nails bit into his back.

There was no more teasing after that. He entered her in one slow, deep push that made both of them pause for a moment, gasping. He watched her, holding still but then she moved...and he could no longer hold still and moved slowly.

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