He smirks. “I will. Now, where were we?”
I smile slightly as I work on removing my belt. “Right about here…” I say, undoing it and letting it drop to the floor.
“Perfect…” he purrs huskily as he grabs me by the hips and traps me between the wall and his body. I bite my lip as I reach down.
“I’d take this off for you… But only you can…” I whisper, brushing my fingers over his belt and lowering my hand over his hard manhood. I freeze in horror. “Do you think your mama saw this or smelt something?”
Jayce groans. “Ok, that’s it, I don’t want to hear anything but moans from this pretty little mouth, understood?”
“Yes, sir.” I nod, and he smirks.
“Good girl.” He removes his belt, and my gaze dips to his delicious abs and his manhood.
Gods… he’s perfect.
He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. My back hits the bed, and his body follows. He slowly looks me over. My heart pounds as I watch him brush his fingers over my tattoos on my thigh before his eyes meet mine. The tension between us is taut, and my breath hitches at the emotion in his eyes.
His thumb caresses my jaw before he leans down and claims my lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his hands cup my breasts, caressing them before he squeezes them. He kisses me harder ashis hands touch me everywhere.
So demanding and possessive. He breaks away from my lips, biting and kissing me passionately as he leaves a trail of fire from my collarbone to my stomach. I gasp, pleasure consuming me. It’s too much and at the same time not enough. A wild ache builds in my core, and I want him to touch me lower.
But he doesn’t keep me waiting for long. He’s not taking it slow today, he’s not asking this time, he’s taking and giving me everything I desire as much as him.
His grip is rough, his fingers closing around my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. The other slides down, a slow, tantalising caress, over my breast, down my ribs and across my stomach, until he reaches my pussy, where heat coils and pulses. Every muscle in my body tightens. I arch beneath him, desperate as I part my legs.
His breath is hot against my throat. I feel his teeth graze my skin. He inhales me deeply. His aura swirling around us, and for a moment our heartbeats are one, deep, intense and electrifying.
His finger brushes my core, and I moan as he begins teasing my clit, his fingers sliding into me. I gasp as my own power pulses around us. He doesn’t play for long as he pulls back, his glowing, blue eyes meet mine as he slips his fingers out, tasting his fingers for a moment before his eyes darken with hunger. And then he presses one of my thighs to the bed, still holding my wrists as he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts into me.
I gasp, the bed creaks under us, the shadows on the walls deepening. His glowing aura mixed with my shimmering shadows looks as beautiful as our union in this moment. My eyes flutter shut as pleasure consumes me. He thrusts his hips against mine, and the pressure sends a cry tumbling from mylips.
My body reacts, and I can feel my juices trickling down my ass. I’m so wet for him… The growl he lets out is low and feral, more beast than man.
His lips brush my ear as he fucks me, his breath hot, ragged and primal, his heart thumping in rhythm with mine. I do my best to keep my moans down, not wanting him to hold back at all.
“Harder…” I whimper, “Take me completely…” I need him to own me entirely.
He shifts, releasing my wrists, his knees part my thighs wider, and he grabs hold of my knees as he thrusts into me with no mercy. Deep and rough and endless. My back arches, my legs stretched as wide as possible, my breasts bouncing, a scream caught in my throat.
He doesn’t slow, releasing my knees as he grabs my waist, holding me tightly. My body is his to command now, and he knows it. He moves like a predator, claiming what’s his. Every thrust is a reminder that I am his.
Made for him.
My heart clenches in pain, and I see his eyes narrow.
“Tell me what’s wrong?” he murmurs, gazing into my eyes, but even as he speaks, his pace is brutal and relentless, hips crashing into mine with a rhythm that makes the whole bed groan beneath us. My body is nothing but sensation, strung tight between the pain of how hard he is doing me and how blissfully good it feels.
He massages my waist, holding me tighter, and I’m unable to answer that question. He drives deeper, so deep that for a moment I can’t even breathe. My nails claw at his back, andwhen he slams into me again, I know I’ve drawn blood. He sucks in a breath, his eyes blazing with feral hunger.
“You’re mine, Sienna. You can tell me anything. I’ll never let it get between us… we – fuck… we will get through this together,” he rasps huskily, his voice low.
I’m so close… I can’t answer even if I wanted to. I’m too far gone. All I can do is cry out as he pounds into me, the knot of pleasure threatening to snap.
His hand slides to my neck, wrapping around it in a move that tells me I’m his.
“You’re mine, say it.” I gasp, and his hand tightens slightly. “I said, say it, Darling.”
“Y-yours,” I gasp, the words fall from my lips like a whispered prayer.
