{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, especially since I'm getting released in less than 48 hours.
"What are you gonna do about that?" the guard asks.
I look up, her eyes aren't on my face. She's staring in-between my legs.
I follow her gaze and look down.
"Oh Noo..." I exclaim, my left hand slapping to my mouth as I lift my orange prison jumpsuit and realize I've soaked myself with wetness. It's too glaringly obvious in the orange suit.
"Whyyyyy?" I cry softly, shame choking me.
The guard smirks. "You should invite us to one of your sessions. Your Adam...must be really good, you can't shut up about him." She says, her voice dripping with mockery.
I try to cover the spot but it's useless, "You won't understand," I whisper.
Because nobody would ever understand what I have with Adam.
I can't stop thinking about him, not even during the day. And even at night, the second I close my eyes to sleep, he is there. Touching me in ways my body can't resist.
I can't wait to be in his arms again. My crazy husband. My forever.
Any lady would be addicted to Adam. How could I ever forget?
After nights of giving me body-shaking orgasms, I'll wake up and find him in the kitchen, cooking me breakfast, holding me like I'm the most delicate thing on earth.
My heart, my body, my soul, just can't wait any longer to jump into his arms.
Just two days left and it's starting to feel like two years.
The cell lock clicks, and the guard pushes the door open, walking inside my space.
Her navy blue uniform is well ironed as usual, black pants and black boots all well polished.
"If he's that good," she says, "why didn't he save you from coming here in the first place?"
"Oh, he did." My voice is firm. "He hired the best lawyer. My years went down from five to just two. Thanks to Adam."
"But...jail is unavoidable when the person you have a big misunderstanding with is a top lawyer too."