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I don’t fake it. My mouth has been gaping this entire time and the release I found moments ago is back to building inside me, just as greedy and eager for him now as I was before.
“Come here,” I say, my voice choked with yearning. My boldness still surprises me, the fact that I lack any shame or insecurity. Being with him has made me want to own every beat of this moment.
He clears his throat, his eyes blazing at the invitation. “Are you sure?”
He’s afraid to let go still, afraid he’ll hurt me.
I don’t care.
“Whatever you do to me,” I tell him, “is exactly what I need and want.” I slide my hand down between my legs, parting them slightly, giving him a look. “I can handle it. I can handle you.”
He lets out what can only be described as a growl. “We’ll see about that,” he hisses and then he’s on me in a flash, the mass of his body looming over mine. Impatience fuels his hands as they slip between my legs, as they slide up my sides, as they settle back into my hair and make a fist.
Lips find mine, open and messy and wild, and then his mouth is everywhere, my collarbone, my breast, my stomach. For a moment his head goes between my legs, his tongue, flat and hot, licking the inside of my thighs before it laps up my clit, causing me to teeter to the edge again.
I grab his hair and haul his face up and for a moment worry lines his brow until I say, “I don’t want to come so soon.”
He wipes his glistening mouth with his forearm and now he looks confused, probably wondering why I don’t want to come all day every day. But the truth is, I want him inside me as quickly as possible. The cravings are getting too powerful to ignore.
He moves up my body, placing a hand beside my head to prevent his muscled frame from crushing me as his knee jerks my legs further apart. With his other hand he grips his dick, positions himself between my legs. His entire body is shaking with an urgency that I can feel in the heart of me.
This, now.
I need this, this, this.
Please.
Now.
Please.
But somehow there is still reason inside my brain. It speaks up. “Do we need a condom?” I ask breathlessly. Because that’s been a hard fast rule for me, having used one with Dillon every time.
He almost looks amused, his mouth inches from mine. “Trust me when I say we don’t.” And in the real world with some other guy, I wouldn’t believe that line. But this isn’t a line. And this bedroom feels miles away from the real world and Jay isn’t some guy. He’s barely human, mostly supernatural, and I’m guessing he’d be shooting blanks.
Satisfied with that, I reach around and slide my hands down the hard planes of his back, all the way to his ass, impossibly round and firm. I grip him there and shrug him forward, urging him inside me.
His gaze is on fire as he stares into my eyes, the connection between us burning like an electrical fire.
“Oh you gorgeous creature,” he murmurs.
Then he pushes in, just enough, a raspy hiss coming from the back of his throat. He teases, coming out again, testing me, taunting me.
“Please,” I whimper, unable to keep it together, this insatiable want.
He growls again, an animal noise, and pushes in fast and hard and I can’t breathe. He’s heavy, hard, and so thick that when his hips push against mine, I’m close to being in pain.
But then the pain melts away to something else, my body giving way to his as his hips perfectly curl toward me with each and every thrust, the sensation of ourselves fusing together in perfect harmony, and now it’s like I can’t get enough of him. He’s air and I’m gulping him down, needing him to survive every second.
He’s grunting loudly now, sweat dripping from his brow, and I can see the restraint in him, that despite all he’s warned me about, he’s still holding back. I dig my nails into him ass and moan, “Jay. Harder. Rougher.” Just to spur him on. “All of you, give me all of you.”
It works.
Something in him unhinges, the cage door swings open and the wild beast is unleashed.
He comes at me with fury, his hands gripping my hips like a vice to keep me in place, the headboard starting to slam against the wall. Somewhere in the room a painting falls off and shatters. The sheets on the bed pop off and bunch behind me.
There is sex and there is fucking. I’ve never known the latter until right now, until this moment when something snaps within me, a wild creature of my own. Because this is pure and unadulterated and as immortal as he is.
