Page 68 of A Secret In The Garden

“You want me to stop?”

I shook my head because I couldn’t speak.

“Didn’t think so.” He brought his hand between us. His fingers slid down, filthy and firm.

I jolted, cried out.

“That’s it,” he said. “Fall apart for me.”

My whole body tightened.

“Right here. Right now. Around me.”

He didn’t stop. Not when I broke. Not when I gasped his name like it was the only breath that would keep me alive. Not when I went boneless in his arms.

“There’s my girl,” he breathed. “So fucking sweet when you’re ruined.” And still he didn’t pull out. “One more.”

“Jasper—”

“One more,” he growled. “You’re still mine. You’re still open.”

“I—I can’t⁠—”

“Yes,” he whispered. “You can. And you will.”

He pulled me tighter, voice thick now. Low and feral in my ear.

“Because I haven’t come yet, and I’m not pulling out until I’ve finished what I fucking started.”

I was already coming undone again. My body clenched around him like it didn’t want to let go.

“That’s it,” Jasper groaned, voice low and frayed. “God, you feel so good like this—shaking, soaked, fucking mine.”

My nails dug into his back. He thrust harder, deeper—chasing his own undoing now and dragging me down with him.

“You’re not done,” he whispered. “Not until I say.”

“Jasper—please⁠—”

“One more,” he breathed. “You can take it. Let me finish inside you. Let me make a mess of you.”

Euphoria filled me, and I cried out as he grabbed my hip tighter, holding me still as he drove in to the hilt, once—twice⁠—

“You’re gonna feel this for days,” he growled, lips at my throat. “Open for me. Let me fucking fill you.”

My body jerked. Pleasure like I’d never known took over every part of my body .

“That’s it,” he hissed. “I’m gonna come inside you. Gonna fuck it into you.”

And then he did—deep and hot, hips grinding into mine, breathing staggered and rough as he stayed there, buried.

“Don’t move,” he rasped. “Not done.”

I whimpered as he came. I felt the warmth bloom inside of me as his thrusts slowed.

He pulled out slowly, a thick, warm smear of slick between my thighs.

“Still mine,” he said, catching me by the throat in a light but commanding grip. “Turn around. Grab ahold of the railing and look at what you’ve been so afraid of,” he said.