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I'm pulled out of a peaceful slumber to the sound of someone groaning. It takes me a minute to even realize what it is, until Jace starts thrashing around in bed next to me. He's murmuring something inaudible, but it definitely isn't good.
"Jace," I say softly, trying to wake him up.
Still, he tosses and turns in the bed while muttering something that sounds like a mix of I didn't do it and oh my God, she's dead. The words alone send chills down my spine, but my worry is Jace. I sit up in bed and throw one leg over him, so I'm straddling his lap.
"Jace! Come on, wake up!"
He's moving so much that if he wasn't talking, I'd think he somehow managed to overdose while I was sleeping and is having a seizure. Finally, I grab his face tightly.
"Jace!"
His eyes open, and he jolts awake. His breathing is heavy as he looks around the room and the reality of where he is sets in. He looks up at me before instantly pulling me into him. He wraps his arms tightly around me and nuzzles his face into my neck, breathing me in.
"Are you okay?" I whisper. "You were having a nightmare."
He shakes his head and presses a kiss into my neck. "Need this. Need you."
I pull away to look at him. "Shouldn't we talk about this? What were you dreaming about?"
"I can't," he admits. "I can't talk about it. I just can't. Please. Don't make me."
"Okay, okay," I say soothingly, calming him down.
He closes the distance between us and covers my mouth with his own. The kiss is more than just wanting me close. There's something deeper in it. He needs something to ground him and show him that he's okay. Something real.
His hand slides down my side, until his thumb dips inside the waistband of my panties. In one fluid motion he pulls them down my legs and discards them onto the floor. The second his fingers reach my sex, I can't resist arching into his touch.
I roll over toward him and scramble to get his boxers off. His hard cock springs free the second I get them low enough. I wrap my fingers around it and start to pump, but he isn't having it. Instead, he flips me around so I'm facing away from him and presses himself against my back.
"You're not in charge here, baby," he murmurs into my ear, and it's got to be one of the sexiest things I've ever heard.
He removes his fingers, only to press his dick inside of me the next second—bare, hard, and raw. The two of us let out moans at the feeling of finally being connected like this again. My whole body comes alive when he's thrusting into me. I can't even begin to explain it.
"Is everything okay?" I hear a sleepy Carter coming toward the door. "I heard screaming."
I half-expect Jace to stop, or at least attempt to hide what we're doing. Maybe even tell Carter to go away. But no. He just keeps pounding away inside of me, like there's nothing else in existence. Carter opens the door and stares at us, clearly trying to figure out if he's really seeing what he thinks he's seeing.
And I'm stuck in a trance, until Jace slides one hand under my shirt and cups my breast. I throw my head back and whimper at the rush of sensation that floods through me as he rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger. He rolls his hips into me with skill. He always has known exactly what I like.
Carter's eyes widen as he realizes what's going on. "Yeah, no. You're definitely okay."
At first, he turns away, then he stops and walks toward the bed, one hand pushing back his hair. I'm not even sure exactly what he plans on doing, but the second he gets close enough, Jace growls at him.
"Don't fucking touch her."
He jumps back and holds his hands up in surrender. "Was worth a shot."
As he leaves the room, Jace presses more kisses into my neck and grumbles something about Carter being an asshole under his breath. A part of me wonders how many times they've taken the same girl, being as Carter likely didn’t come up with that idea all of a sudden, but as one thrust hits just the right spot, all thoughts go right out the window.
"Your pussy feels so fucking good," he moans. “Mine. It’s mine, and every last ounce of your pleasure belongs to me. Do you understand?”
"Yours," I confirm, not sure if it's for myself or for him.
Jace always has been very talkative during sex, but it's never been like this. This is more proprietary….a base instinct coming out. Like he needs to make sure I know that I belong to him and no one else. I can't tell if that's because of how long we went without talking, or because of whatever that nightmare was. Still, I can't find it in me to deny him because he's right—I am his. I always have been.
Releasing my breast, he moves his hand down until it's hovering right over my clit. He starts to apply light pressure, just enough to tease me in a way that drives me crazy. However, as soon as he starts getting close, he presses harder and starts to rub circles over it. I melt into him and just feel as my core starts to tighten.
"Give it to me, babe," he demands. "Cum all over my cock and give me what's mine."
