“Look at me when I fuck you,” he commands.
My eyes snap open, locking onto his. I see a world of passion mirrored back at me, so intense it steals my breath away.
His thrusts turn erratic, his grip tightening on my hips as he drives into me with a fervor that is almost frightening.
But I am not afraid.
I welcome it, relish it, match it thrust for thrust. My world narrows to the rhythm of our bodies moving together, the slick sound of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. I see nothing but him, hear nothing but him.
His rhythm falters, his body stiffening above mine, and I know he’s close. A sense of satisfaction surges through me, knowing I have brought him to this point.
“I want you to come with me.” He increases the pressure on that sweet spot, his thumb moving in relentless circles that sends a rush of bliss through me with each stroke. “Now.”
A cry tears from my throat as waves of pleasure wash over me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a shattering climax that leaves me shaking and gasping for breath.
Jasce follows a few heartbeats later. He gives one final thrust, his entire body convulsing before collapsing onto me.
We do not speak. There are no words for moments like this, for sensations that sear your very soul. Instead, we lie entwined, our bodies slick with sweat and exertion.
Soon, I’ll pull away, but not yet. Right now, I want to relish this moment where I finally gave myself to Jasce, and he gave himself to me.
ChapterTwenty
JASCE
My thoughts wander backover the whirlwind of the past few days, from seeing Annora again at that masquerade ball, to leaving Bakva with her.
Her memory has haunted me ever since she left Dharhavva. Every fiber of my being had yearned to chase after her and bring her back and keep her by my side where she belongs.
But I was forced to bide my time, to wait until Jerrod drew his last breath. He sealed his Fate the instant he dared to attack Hector and the Bloodstone people. In swift retaliation, Hector marched on Sharhavva, our capital city and decisively defeated my father.
Now, with the mantle of chieftain resting heavy on my shoulders, I have achieved peace with the Bloodstone people—a feat my headstrong father could never manage in his lifetime.
Of course, Jerrod never knew I had been working with Hector the entire time, secretly feeding him valuable information that helped him overthrow my ruthless father. It was a quiet show of defiance, a burning flame deep within me that refused to be quenched by Jerrod’s cruelty and iron fist.
Every whispered conversation with Hector, every clandestine meeting, fanned the embers of rebellion in my heart. I knew that one day Jerrod’s reign of terror would come to an end, and I would be the one to light the pyre of his downfall. It was a dangerous game I played, but the thought of saving my people from him kept me playing it.
Annora shifts onto her back, the thin blanket slithering down to bare her breasts. I lean over to kiss each rosy tip, eliciting a sweet gasp from her.
She grips my shoulders, keeping me close as I slide lower, my lips trailing a path down her stomach to the dip of her hips. I pause, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her splayed out before me in all her naked glory.
Her hands find their way into my hair, tugging gently in anticipation. But I am in no rush. I want to savor every inch of her.
So, I pepper her body with kisses, allowing only brief contact, just enough to induce sharp intakes of breath from her. Then, I allow my lips to graze the inside of her thigh. Her body tenses, and I can tell she’s on edge, waiting for me to take the next step, but there’s a part of me that enjoys this slow torture too much to give in so easily.
Lightly, I feather my fingers along her thigh, delighting in the goosebumps that rise under my touch. When I ghost my lips over her center, her hands clench in my hair, pulling me closer, but I resist. I want to explore every secret part of her first.
So, I continue my torturous pace, savoring each response, each shudder of pleasure that ripples through her. I rise higher to trail my tongue across her nipple and delight when it hardens. I press a kiss to her other breast, then trace my lips up the column of her neck until I reach her mouth.
Her hand slips between us, fingers seeking my cock and boldly stroking it. The contact makes me hiss into her mouth. For a moment, I am tempted to give in to her, but I don’t.
It’s not time for that yet.
So, instead, I capture her hands and place them above her head. “Leave them there.”
“Jasce,” she protests, but I ignore her as I bring my lips back to hers, crushing our mouths together, branding her, making her wholly and completely mine.
Then, I shift, bringing her around until she’s straddling me. She groans when instead of taking her, I bring her forward until her body is hovering above my mouth.
