Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law
Chapter 158: Claimed

Chapter 158: Claimed

Adam broke the kiss and looked down between them, his hands already at work as he cupped the laced flesh with his hands. "Beautiful..."

His eyes traveled down the newly revealed skin, slow and greedy, and when they found their way back to hers, his voice was low, rough, and laced with hunger. "You drive me crazy," he muttered, his thumb brushing the swell of her breast just above the lace of her bra. "Absolutely fucking crazy."

His words escaped on a murmur as he continued to trace along the edges. In the next minute, his finger hooked beneath the clasp of her bra and with a single flick, the lace gaped open, leaving her exposed to the air.

Melanie shivered and instictively moved her hands to cover herself but the fire in his eyes stopped her and she curled her fingers into the bedsheet, watching as he lowered his head...

And then his lips traced hot, open-mouthed kiss along the hollow of her throat, his hands still planted on either side of her, holding himself up just enough to see her fully spread beneath him.

His mouth was hot against her skin, and Melanie’s back arched instinctively as he licked and sucked her skin,making her seek more of his molten heat as her hands tangled in his hair.

"You’re even more perfect than I imagined," Adam whispered against her collarbone, as his breath fanned across her flushed skin, making her tremble. "And trust me, I’ve imagined this... so many damn times."

His tongue darted out, tracing a path along the curve of her breast before his lips followed, lingering at the edge, teasing. She gasped, her hands curling tighter, nails biting into his skin as she tried to hold on to whatever sanity was left.

When he finally took her nipple into his mouth, her back arched off the bed and a moan escaped from her lips before she could stop it. He groaned in response, the sound low and rough, like he’d been holding back for too long and the moan had somehow been a ’go’ sign.

He shifted again, pressed his hips more firmly against her center, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to him. "You feel that?" he murmured, lifting his head for a moment, his voice thick with want. "That’s what you’ve done to me every damn day."

Melanie could barely form a coherent thought as her body hummed, every nerve lit and alive under his touch. She met his gaze, wide-eyed and breathless, and whispered, "Then don’t stop."

Adam’s smile was wicked as he dipped his head once more. "Oh, sweet melon," he growled against her skin, his hand sliding down her side, finding the edge of her skirt. "I’m just getting started."

Adam’s mouth returned to her breast with renewed hunger, his tongue circling her nipple before pulling it into the heat of his mouth, and Melanie cried out.

"Oh God—Adam," she gasped, her voice high and strained with need. Her skin burned under his lips, and every graze of his stubble sent another shiver down her spine. She didn’t care that she was trembling or that her breathing had turned ragged—he made her feel undone and alive all at once.

He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her as he dragged his mouth to the other breast, lavishing it with the same raw, consuming attention. Her legs writhed under his weight, needing more friction, more of him, and when her hips bucked up into him, his grip on her waist tightened like a vise.

"Fuck," he hissed, lifting his head, his lips slick and eyes burning with lust. "You make the sweetest sounds... I want to hear every one of them."

She whimpered, her legs wrapping around his hips, drawing him closer, needing him like air. "Then stop teasing me," she breathed, her voice trembling, pleading. "Please..."

That single word seemed to snap something in him. His hands moved with feverish intent. He pushed her skirt up roughly, baring her thighs, his knuckles brushing her inner thigh as he dragged the fabric higher, higher, until it bunched at her hips.

Melanie moaned, her head tipping back, eyes fluttering closed as she felt his hand finally touch her—just over the thin barrier that separated her from his skin. She was already slick and aching, and when his fingers pressed against the damp fabric, her hips bucked again.

"You’re soaked," he growled, almost in disbelief, his voice dark and thick with need. "Sweet melon..."

He surged up to kiss her again, harder this time, his teeth catching her bottom lip before his tongue slid against hers hot and hungry and desperate, and when she moaned into his mouth, he swallowed the sound like a man starved.

His hand moved lower, sliding between her thighs, and she cried out again, her whole body tightening as pleasure surged through her in dizzying waves. "Oh..."

"I’m going to memorize every sound you make... every way your body begs for me."

Adam pulled back just enough to look at her, his breathing ragged, his chest rising and falling with effort. His eyes roamed her face like he couldn’t get enough—like he needed to memorize her too.

Then, without a word, he rose to his knees between her legs, dragged his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. She watched as his muscles rippled and she moved to touch them but instead he growled," Don’t touch me, yet. I am barely hanging on... our first time together... I want us to last longer..."

His hands moved to the waistband of his jeans next, and her eyes followed as he unbuttoned them with swift, practiced fingers, then pushed them down along with his briefs.

His length sprang free, hard and heavy, and the sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation rippling through her entire body.

Melanie’s breath caught as she watched him place himself at her entrance. Their eyes met... and in that moment, Adam knew... that she was his and he was hers... forever.