Chapter 12
TWELVE
BELLA
His body presses against mine, solid and warm, and for a moment, it feels like everything else fades away. His lips crash into mine, deeper this time, stealing my breath and any thoughts I had left.
My hands slide up his arms, fingers curling around his shoulders like they belong there. He feels strong and unshakable, and I don’t want to let go.
His hands move over me, exploring like he’s memorizing every curve, every inch. The roughness of his touch contrasts with the gentleness in the way he holds me, like he’s trying to balance the fire and something softer.
My breath hitches as his fingers trail over my skin, and the intensity in his eyes when he pulls back for a second to look at me makes my chest tighten. It’s like he’s seeing all of me, not just my body but everything underneath.
I don’t know how he does it—how he makes me feel like I’m completely his and completely free at the same time.
His weight presses into me, his lips trailing down my neck, and every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire. My hands explore his hard, muscular chest.
“Jax,” I whisper, my voice barely steady.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes burning with intensity. “What do you need, Bella?”
My cheeks flush, but I don’t hesitate. “I need you.”
His lips twitch into that smirk of his, but there’s no teasing behind it—just raw want. “You sure?”
“Completely,” I say, my breath hitching as his hands slide over my hips, pulling me against him.
But before he can take control, I press my palms to his chest, catching him off guard as I push him backward. He lets out a low, surprised laugh as his back hits the mattress, his hands moving to rest on my thighs.
“You’ve got plans, huh?” he murmurs, his voice rough and full of approval.
I lean over him, my hair falling in a curtain around us. “I figured it was my turn,” I tease, brushing my lips against his before pulling back just enough to watch his expression.
His hands slide up my thighs, his grip firm but not demanding. “Do your worst,” he says, his smirk deepening, though the hunger in his eyes tells me he’s already on edge.
I trail kisses down his chest, savoring the way his breath catches under my touch. His muscles tense and relax with every move I make, like he’s fighting to keep himself steady.
When I sit up slightly, my hands sliding lower, I catch the sharp inhale he tries to disguise as a breath. His eyes lock with mine, and for the first time, I realize I’m the one in control.
And I like it.
I trail my fingers lower, my touch deliberate, and Jax’s breathing deepens as I shift, straddling his thighs. My hands slide down his torso, feeling the taut muscles tense beneath my touch.
His dark eyes burn into mine, a mix of hunger and patience that’s unraveling me by the second. When my hands reach the waistband of his boxer briefs, I hesitate for just a heartbeat, teasing him with the pause.
“Bella,” he murmurs, his voice rough and edged with need.
I smirk, leaning down to press a slow kiss to his chest before hooking my fingers into the waistband and pulling the fabric down. He lifts his hips slightly, helping me. His very hard, very large cock springs free, standing at full attention. My mouth waters, needing a taste of him.
Wrapping my hand around his hard cock, I pull down before coming back up. His sharp inhale and the way his jaw tightens send a thrill through me, and when I look up, his head is tilted back, his eyes shut, and a low groan escapes him.
“Damn,” he mutters, his voice almost guttural as he glances down at me.
The weight of his gaze makes my heart race, but I don’t stop. My touch is steady, slow, and deliberate, savoring every reaction he gives me.
“Bella,” he groans, his hands sliding to my waist as if he’s torn between letting me keep control and taking it back himself.
Leaning down, I trail my tongue around the head of his cock before licking up the drop of precum that has beaded at the tip. His groans of pleasure only fuel my desire and I smirk, enjoying the power I hold over him. With each pass of my lips, I suck him deeper into my mouth, feeling him twitch and pulse against my tongue. Slowly, I take him deeper and deeper until he is nearly halfway inside me. But there's no way I can take all of him, not yet.
Suddenly, Jax's hand tightens on the back of my neck and I look up at him. What I see takes me by surprise. This isn't the same man who casually invited me to hang out at his place. This man is intense and focused, and there's a fire burning in his eyes that sends shivers down my spine.
He rolls me onto my back and hungrily kisses me, his hands gripping my thong and tearing it off in one swift motion. The sudden bite of pain mixed with the raw passion of his actions makes me gasp, but I can't deny how turned on I am. He just ripped my panties right off of me and I'm left completely exposed to him
Desire and longing consume me, my body aching for his touch. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He presses the tip of his cock against my wet pussy, the anticipation building with each passing second.
He gazes down at me with such intensity that I can feel his desire radiating from him. "Bella, look at me," he demands. Our eyes meet and I know without words what he wants from me. "If we do this, you belong to me. Do you understand?"
I nod eagerly, desperate for him to claim me as his own. The gravity of his words doesn't fully register in my mind, all I can think about is how good he’ll feel when he’s inside me. Then he thrusts into me, filling every inch of my being. The slight ache mixed with the overwhelming pleasure of being completely connected to him makes my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. Though I've been with others before, it has never felt like this – never this intense, never this perfect.
With one of my legs hooked around his ass, I thrust up to meet him. He thrusts in and out of me, slow at first but builds up speed. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut as I moan. When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me and the intensity is too much. The realness of this moment is one I’ve never felt before. I’m laid bare for this man, not just physically, but he is staring into my soul, giving me his in return. Something shifts, whatever this started out as is now something completely different. I’m his. “Jax,” I moan desperately.
“I know, baby. God, I know.” He wraps a hand around the back of my neck, his thumb gently stroking the front. Leaning down, pressing all of his weight into me he kisses me deeply. God, does he kiss me.
Jax's thrusts become more intense, and I can feel the pleasure building inside of me. My body hums with desire and my mind is consumed with thoughts of this man, his touch, his kiss, his everything. With each thrust, he hits a spot inside of me that sends electricity coursing through my veins.
My hands grip onto him tightly as I let out moans and cries of pleasure. Jax's movements become faster and more erratic, both of us driven to the edge by the intensity of our connection. I can't help but think that this is where I belong – in this moment, with him.
Jax's lips find mine again and we share a passionate kiss as our bodies move in perfect sync. It's like we were made for each other – two puzzle pieces finally fitting together after years of searching.
As the pressure builds between us, Jax lets out a low growl and buries himself deep inside of me one last time before we both reach our climax. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as the world falls away, leaving only us in this moment.
We lay there panting and sweating, our bodies still tightly entwined as we come down from our high. Jax rolls off of me but pulls me close to his side, wrapping an arm around me protectively.
"I don't want to leave," I say softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
"You don't have to," Jax responds immediately.
And just like that, all my worries disappear as Jax pulls me closer and kisses my forehead. Whatever this is, I know that I want to see where it goes. And with Jax by my side, the unknown doesn't seem so daunting anymore.
As the night deepens around us, the city outside the window hums with energy, but here in Jax's arms, there's a tranquil peace that seems to defy the chaos of the world beyond these four walls. I snuggle closer to him, inhaling the intoxicating mix of sweat and cologne that clings to his skin.
His fingers trail up and down my spine in a gentle rhythm, soothing any lingering tension in my body. It's as if his touch is erasing every bad memory, every harsh word, every disappointment I've ever experienced. With Jax, it feels like for once, life isn't about bracing for the next storm—it's about enjoying the quiet after it's passed.
In a whisper that feels like it holds the weight of a confession, I find myself voicing thoughts I can’t contain any longer. "Jax, I'm scared," I admit. "Scared this will end and we'll go back to being strangers."
His grip tightens around me, a silent promise in his hold. "I don't think we can ever be strangers again," he murmurs against my hair. "This—us—it’s changed me. And I get it, I’m scared too. But right now," he pauses, pulling back slightly so he can gaze down into my eyes with an intensity that takes my breath away, "right now, all I want to focus on is you and me.”