Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 283 Make Out

"What do you think?" Claire asked, nervously biting her lip as Adam continued to stare at her.

"I shouldn't have fucking asked you to wear this," Adam muttered, his face darkening. Claire's eyes widened with fear and awkwardness.

Was she looking that strange that Adam regretted his decision? Before she could respond or react, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the fitting room.

Adam dragged her into the small fitting room and closed the door behind them. Before Claire could process what was happening, he spun her around and pinned her to the door, holding her hands above her head. His bulky physique seemed to take up the entire space, his large frame filling the tiny trial room, making it feel even smaller.

Claire couldn't find any space to move as Adam pressed his body against hers. His breath was hot and heavy, brushing against her skin, sending shivers and goosebumps across her body. His eyes were dark with a mix of intimidation and lust, and she couldn't tell which emotion was more dominant.

"I shouldn't have told you to wear that, because now I can't wait to have you in it," he growled, making Claire's breath hitch. Her heart raced-was he really serious?

Adam nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, as if savoring her scent. His warm lips grazed her skin, nibbling and sucking gently, as though he couldn't get enough of her, as if she were his favorite drink. Claire bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape her mouth.

She felt the tip of his tongue trail up the length of her neck, licking a slow path upward, making her shudder. His lips nipped at her jawline, then sucked at her cheek, planting an open-mouthed kiss there. His hands moved up over her thigh, nearing the waistband of her panties. He growled softly, his eyes locking with hers, filled with raw anger.

"Fuck, Claire," Adam growled, his grip tightening on her. "Are you trying to push my limits? To fuck you here and let everyone hear you scream my name?!" His eyes narrowed as they dropped to her bare skin. "No panties?"

Claire's mind flickered back to the moment she had removed them earlier and had planned to put them back on when she changed, but Adam's kisses and touch had made her forget everything. Now, seeing his expression, she knew she had made a mistake. "Don't ever pull that stunt in public again, or I'll have to kill every fucking man who dares look in your direction," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. With a brutal motion, he yanked the strap of her tiny top off her shoulder, tearing the fabric down over her breasts, leaving her completely exposed to him.

His hands were on her then, rough and demanding as they seized her breasts. Claire couldn't hold back the gasp, throwing her head back as the intensity of his touch made her lose her sanity.

Adam's free hand gripped his wife's nape, tilting her face toward his. He pressed his lips to hers, and immediately, she was lost in the intoxicating heat of his kiss. His lips coaxed hers open, and without hesitation, she gave him access. His tongue slid in, exploring every corner of her mouth. A loud moan escaped her, which drew a groan from him.

His kiss grew rougher, more urgent, pressing harder against her lips as he sucked on her tongue. Finally, his teeth scraped her lips, tugging at them before biting down gently.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Claire's hands tangled in his thick, short hair, pulling him closer as she sought relief. But Adam didn't relent. He continued to devour her lips, while his thick thumb grazed over her nipple again and again, sending shivers of electricity down her spine.

Her knees weakened, buckling enough to threaten her balance.

She was grateful Adam held her firmly, ensuring she stayed on her feet. His lips left hers, trailing down the length of her neck until they stopped at her marking spot. He licked and sucked the soft skin

repeatedly, sometimes grazing his teeth along the sensitive area.

Claire's core burned with a deep, desperate need, her mind screaming for Adam to claim her then and there. His fingers trailed over her wetness, and he cursed under his breath.

"Fuck, baby. You're so wet," he

muttered, his finger lingering over her, making her even more drenched. Slowly, he slid a finger inside her throbbing center, and she couldn't help but writhe, moaning loudly, not caring that someone might hear them outside the shop. Her mind was consumed by the sensations her husband was igniting

in her.

Adam immediately placed a hand over her mouth, his voice low and soothing. "Shhh, baby. Someone might hear us. I love hearing you scream my name, but we need to be quiet this time, okay?" His gaze locked with hers, a smoldering intensity in his eyes. She nodded slightly, her body trembling with anticipation.

"I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth," Adam whispered with a challenging smile. "If you want me to stop, just say it, and I'll stop immediately."

Adam started pumping his finger

into Claire, drawing a sharp gasp from her. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his head down to her face. Without hesitation, she crashed her lips against his, kissing him with a fierce passion. She could feel him smiling against her mouth as they kissed.

"Wifey, do you want me to stop?" Adam murmured, his voice laced with a teasing edge. But Claire was too lost in the heat of the moment to care about his teasing. "No! Please don't stop," she pleaded, her voice desperate.

"Umm... I love it when you beg," Adam growled, his tone shifting to one of dominance. "Beg me, baby girl. Beg me to make you come."

His words sent a rush of heat through her, and her body responded eagerly. She was ready to surrender completely.

"Please, Adam, make me come. Please!!!" she begged, her voice trembling with desire.

That was all it took. Adam groaned deeply, his hands gripping her thighs as he moved to kneel.