“Do you see how wet you are, trouble?”He sucked my clit again, a familiar desperation settling between us.“Is this all for me?”
I made a retort, but somehow, it came out as a moan.
He stood, his hand grabbing my leg and looping it around his waist, lining him up perfectly with my burning core.My arms looped around his neck loosely, staring into his eyes.I shuddered at the sensation of the silver metal against my lower lips, and he stilled my movements with a grip of my thigh.He had one hand above my head, outstretched as if he didn't want to crush me with his full weight.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Savannah.But I'm about to show you a glimpse of that, right here, right now.”
And with those words, he sunk into me.
My mouth parted, a small gasp coming through as I felt him stretch me wide.
“Fuck,”he cursed, his eyes shut and jaw tightening.
My legs clamped around his waist, shaking with the undeniable truth of his ridiculous thickness slowly bringing me to a new world.He was incredibly still, and it took a few more seconds before he opened his eyes again.
“You okay?”
Was I?
Because oh my God.
Moistening my lips, I gave him a nod and gasped when he started moving.It was slow and gentle, the complete opposite of what I ever expected from him.Our breaths and bodies were in sync, a rhythm that only existed in this room.My legs tightened around his waist, sending a jolt straight down my spine.
He bent low, placing a soft kiss on my lips as his strokes sped up.In and out.Faster and faster.It was a struggle to keep my eyes from rolling in the back of my head.My nipples bounced against his chest with every stroke, and I moaned loudly at the sensation.
“Jaxon.”
Thrust after thrust, the feeling of want drove me to the point of no return.And God, was he right about the silver balls.I could feel them rubbing inside me, taking my pleasure to new heights.He was gripping my waist, guiding each thrust with precision and giving me everything he had.
Breaking our kiss, he shifted his attention to the crook of my neck, setting fire everywhere he kissed.I could feel the tension building in my lower stomach, stirring up the heat within me.He was going to do it—he was going to bring me to my orgasm without even trying.
I groaned, arching my back against the mattress and digging my fingers into his shoulders.
I was almost there.
Only the sensation evaporated into thin air.
No.
I bit my lip to contain my disappointment, unable to whisk away the impending thoughts of Chase repeatedly telling me how damaged I was in bed—how making me come took too much effort, how I was cold in bed and didn't even want sex, so he shouldn't have had to worry about pleasing me.
Damaged.
Jaxon's groan pulled me back to the room.He gripped my thigh and drove into me deeper, stealing my breath.My arms clenched around him, and I made myself tighten around his dick.
“Mhm, I'm going to… Jaxon!”
My nails dug into his back and I cried out, wanting to fulfill his every desire.But when he pulled back, he enclosed his hand around my neck and forced me to look into his eyes.
Wait, is that anger buried beneath desire?
His rough pounding seized, replaced with lazy, lingering strokes.
“Never,” he started, voice dangerously low and vicious, “do that.Not with me.”
“W-What?”
“YourPrince Charmingmight not be able to tell when you're faking it, but I sure as fuck do.”
