Page 144 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

I’ve kissed Jayce before, countless times, but there’s something entirely different about this one… We aren’t the same versions of the two people who fell in love. Time and experiences have shaped us; in this moment, there is no doubt or hesitation.

Not from me, not from him.

There is nothing between us.

Simply his confession and my acceptance of what we want.

What we have always wanted.

One another.

He’s kissing me so deeply as if letting go of me will make him lose me – lose this.

This kiss feels like surrender in the most dangerous and beautiful way possible.

Because that’s what this is.

His surrender.

A Temptation

Jayce

Ikiss her like it’s the first time, and in a way, it is. This is the first time I’m letting myself fully surrender to what I feel for her since marking her. The first time that I’ve stopped fighting the emotions tearing through me every second she’s near.

She tastes like cherries and temptation; soft moans escape her as she clings to me, her fingers twisted tightly in my hair like she’s been waiting for this moment, and I guess she has.

I kiss her deeper, because now that I’ve finally surrendered to how I feel, I’m unable to stop. Sparks surge through us, every ounce of emotion amplified until I can barely separate where my feelings end and hers begin.

She’s mine, and I’m hers. No matter how much I denied that, in the end, I yielded to that truth.

I break the kiss when she gasps for air, her lips swollen and red, her chest rising quickly beneath that sinful fucking dress that has tormented me since the moment I laid eyes on her.

For a moment, I just stare at her, completely wrecked by how beautiful she looks standing there, flushed and breathless because of me.

Then I lower my mouth to her jaw.

She shivers instantly, her heart thrumming even louder. I trail slow kisses down her skin, taking my time tasting her, feeling every trembling breath she tries and fails to steady. My hand tightens possessively around her waist as my lips reach her neck, my eyes briefly lifting to the mark I left there.

My mark.

My gaze dips to her heaving breasts, and that almost snaps the last thread of control I have left.

I press my lips against her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, and a soft moan escapes her instantly, the sound sending a brutal rush of heat straight through my body. Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she presses herself fully against me.

“Jayce…” she whimpers shakily as her arousal reaches my nose.

Fuck.

My cock hardens painfully, and I grip her tighter for a second before forcing myself to pull back. Every instinct in me is screaming to take her somewhere private, to drag her upstairs and worship every inch of her body until sunrise. But we can’t do that, not right now.

I brace one hand against the wall behind her, breathing hard, whilst the other remains wrapped firmly around her waist as we both try to recover.

“Jayce…” she murmurs, kissing my chest softly.

“Sienna,” I whisper back. She tilts her head up and smiles. Her eyes are full of emotion, but it’s the happiness that gets to me. The fear that that very light will dull or I’ll fail her remains, but I have to make sure neither of those things happens.

I cup her chin gently, brushing my thumb across her plump red lips before leaning down to press a softer kiss against her forehead.