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He slammed in deep and tipped his head back, veins sticking out in his neck, jaw clenched.
Hot spurts erupted against my cervix as he groaned my name. He fell on top of me, claiming my mouth while filling me with his cum.
My body buzzed, hummed with energy. Finally living.
His kisses and thrusts slowed until he relaxed his weight on me and buried his face in my neck. The scruff on his cheeks prickled, and I gasped, shying away.
“Shit!” He pulled back, his still-hard cock slipping from my body.
I giggled and grabbed his arms before he retreated completely. “Just tickled is all. I’m fine. A little…too empty too quickly, but good.”
His slow smile warmed me through, settling in my chest as he slid back up my body again, nestling his softening cock against my soaked core. “Sure you’re okay?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” I laughed. “Holy shit, that was awesome.”
He grinned. “High praise like that will get you whatever the fuck you want.”
I slid my ankles back up around his ass and squeezed. “How about anotherfuckwhenever I want?”
“God, yes.” He brushed my lips with his, and I gave over to his probing tongue and the warmth rekindling between my thighs.
Chapter17
Micah
The moonlight poured through the open drapes, lighting Jasmine’s sleeping face. Swollen lips parted, cheeks still flushed, she rested, her blonde hair a riotous mess on my pillow. The pulse beat steadily in her neck, and my gaze trailed lower to where the sheet slipped beneath one of her breasts. They were perfect globes that fit in my hand, soft nipples on the tips making my mouth water.
My little lamb…my woman. Every inch of her belonged to me and only me—and she’d agreed when I’d boldly claimed her as such.
She didn’t know it yet, but she wasn’t going back to her parents’ place.
I’d cleaned her up, and she’d fallen asleep with her head on my chest after a solid two hours of cuddles and pillow talk—two things of which I never did. Asshole Billy and the fact he might be stalking her hadn’t come up a single time. He lingered in my mind, though. I wouldn’t rest easy until he’d been dealt with.
While I wasn’t a violent person, I knew a shady character or two. Temptation to send him deep out to sea in pieces teased with my conscience. The knowledge he’d violated her, fucked up her head for so many years, tensed my body. Made me see fucking red.
I wanted to kill the motherfucker.
Jasmine sighed and rolled from me, the sheet slipping low across her back and pulling me into reality again.
Unable to help myself, I feathered my fingertips down her side to the dip of her waist and back up over the flare of her hip, pushing the sheet away from her body.
She had a fucking perfect ass. Round globes I wanted to redden with my handprint while I thrust balls deep inside her puckered hole.
Jesus fuck.
I closed my eyes as my cock took an interest in the thoughts clouding my head. There probably wouldn’t be any marking on her body. No handprints. No stripes from a flogger. No welts from my favorite cane.
She’d said she wanted to try, but how could pain possibly be her thing considering all she’d endured beneath Billy’s manipulation and bruising fingertips? Could I live a vanilla lifestyle if my kink ended up turning her off?
Opening my eyes, I told myself I would be content with whatever she’d give.
Hand on her hip, I moved forward, gently cradling her backside with my body. Remnants of her sweet perfume lingered beneath the scent of the ocean clinging to her shoulder.
I ran my nose across her skin, breathing deep and filling my lungs. The soft strands of her hair caressed my face, and I nuzzled in, gently wrapping my arm around her.
She stiffened.
“It’s me. Micah,” I murmured. “You’re safe.”
