The Billionaire Breaking Point

{HERMIONE}

"God... I've missed you, Hermione," Adam says, his mouth warm against my neck as he runs soft kisses down my throat.

His breath is heavy, I can feel the desperation in it. Like he's been longing for me as badly as I have been for him.

Two years, and this man... he still makes me burn like no one else ever has.

"I just... I just can't get enough of your soft lips," he moans deep into my mouth as his lips seize mine firmly.

Before I can speak, he suddenly lifts me up. I gasp as he pins me against the kitchen fridge. My back arches from the cold shock, but my legs wrap around him on their own, as if my body already knows who it belongs to.

"Oh my God, Adam," I scream, half moaning, half laughing. "You do this anywhere."

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his fire-brown eyes locking onto mine, burning with more than just lust.

"What?" he smirks. "I can't lust after my own wife?"

Before I can answer, he pushes deep into me. My lips part with a sharp cry as he fills every inch of me, stretching me in ways I've missed for so long.

"Mmmhhh," I moan, biting my lip as the fridge shakes with every thrust.

His rough breath brushes my ear, "Two fucking years away from you, Hermione," he whispers, "it almost drove me insane."

I throw my head back, getting lost in the pleasure, the sweetness.

"I think about you, every night."

I laugh breathlessly, my head falling back. "Say that again?"

"Every fucking night, baby!"

"And now? I'm gonna lock you inside for a whole year, making you scream my name every day, just like you used to. Never letting you go."

"You're crazy," I moan.

"Yea I'm crazy. Only for you Hermione," Adam growls, his thrusts growing deeper and harder.

My climax builds too fast, too soon. The hunger has built up for so long.

My grip on his loose collar tightens as my body shudders against the fridge. "Adam!" I cry out, shaking, falling apart under him.

"Yes, baby?" his voice is rough and urgent.

"I think... I think I'm gonna ha-"

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

My eyes fly open and I jolt awake, only to catch the prison guard outside my cell, glaring at me, no idea how long she's been there.

I quickly push myself off the thin foam. It's almost damp with sweat sticking to my skin.

That ugly realization that I'm still in prison, it hit me with a sharp pain in my chest.

"Oh God." I whisper, feeling embarrassed.

"I'm wet dreaming about Adam again. In a damn prison."

I shut my eyes for a second, resting my head on my palm.

My body is still warm from the arousal, aching with that heat I can't control. My breath is still running a marathon, recovering from it all.

My mind's been going crazy longing for him,