Page 93 of A Secret In The Garden

“I want you like this,” he said, his voice low and even, like it was a simple fact. “Open. Soft. Mine.”

I trembled, but this time it wasn’t fear. It was the weight of everything unspoken between us. What we’d survived. What we’d become.

His hand slid higher, flattening against my sternum. He pressed down—not to hold me there, but like he needed my heart under his palm, like proof I was there.

“Lie still,” he said.

I froze, unmoving. I couldn’t—not when his tone sounded like a command and a promise all at once.

Jasper moved to sit back on his heels, his eyes devouring me. I still wore his T-shirt. He still had his boxers on. It felt almost obscene, the intimacy threading between us through cotton. The electricity between us was too much and not enough all at once.

He tugged the shirt up over my hips, slow and deliberate, revealing the skin of my stomach, the tightening nipples of my breasts, inch by slow, aching inch. I tried to sit up to help, but he pressed me down again with a single firm hand.

“No,” he said, his gaze pinned to mine. “Let me.”

He stripped me bare slowly, like he was unwrapping something sacred. When he looked at me, naked and breathing hard, something flickered behind his expression. Not softness, not exactly—more a deep, violent kind of need.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked, dragging his hand down my ribs, between my legs, spreading me open with his thumbs like I was something he was about to dismantle.

I whimpered as cool air hit my slick skin. Jasper leaned in, letting his breath ghost over me without touching, his lips so close to my clit it hurt.

“I’ll give you what you need,” he said, voice now ragged and hoarse. “But you’ll take it how I give it.”

He didn’t wait for me to answer before he ducked his head and devoured me. Slow, precise, and relentless. His tongue moved up my center with devastating control. He didn’t moan, didn’t praise me, didn’t break his focus once. He consumed me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.

My thighs trembled as my fingers clutched at the sheets. I gasped his name, and he only stopped when I came with a cry so desperate it fractured the air between us.

He looked up at me, mouth glistening, eyes dark. “Don’t move.”

He stood, removing his boxers with the same slow, deliberate restraint that made me ache. His cock sprang free, hard, heavy, and flushed dark at the tip. He stroked it once, watching me watch him. “Hands above your head.”

I obeyed. Chest heaving, my body slick with sweat.

“Good girl.”

He knelt between my thighs and pressed the blunt head of his cock against my entrance—just barely. My whole body arched for more.

But he didn’t give it to me.

Not yet.

Instead, he leaned down, kissed my throat, soft and slow, so fucking slow, and whispered against my skin. “I want you to feel me tomorrow and remember this wasn’t just fucking.” Then he drove into me in one sharp thrust with a force that knocked the air from my lungs. Thick and deep and claiming. His cock split me open as my body took him with a desperate, wet sound that made his jaw clench.

He didn’t say a word at first. Just fucked me—slow and brutal, his rhythm calculated to destroy. He kept one hand on my wrists, pinning them above my head, the other gripping my thigh hard enough to bruise.

Every thrust hit deep, angling upward, designed to make me unravel, and I was close—so fucking close, already dizzy from the stretch, the pressure, the look on his face, like he was worshipping and destroying me in the same breath.

“I’m going to ruin this pussy,” he growled against my neck. “You understand me?”

I whimpered something unintelligible.

He pulled back and slapped his cock against my clit once, hard, then shoved it back inside, making me sob.

“You’ll think about this every time you fuck yourself,” he bit out, dragging his mouth along my cheek. “Every time you come, you’ll wish it was me. You’ll need it to be me.”

His hand slid down lower on my stomach while he kept fucking up into me.

“You feel how well your cunt takes me?” he murmured, voice breaking with raw heat.