Chapter 25 – Ava Jade #2
A muscle in his jaw ticked as his black eyes roved my body, finding evidence of my need for him and more injuries than I knew he could handle seeing.
He bristled, falling back a step, but I caught him before he could go any further, pulling his hand back to my body. I placed it over my heart, needing him to feel it.
“I’m alive,” I said on a breath. “Let me live .”
The muscle around his right eye twitched as he closed them, tension clear in his jaw as he lifted his hand to cup my face, brushing his thumb over my jaw.
Rook pressed his lips to mine again, the kiss so slow and deliberate, so gentle that it broke me all over again.
His thumb drew a straight line down my body as he continued to kiss me slow, making my thoughts scatter. My fingers itched to grip him tight, to fist in his black hair, but I held still, letting myself indulge in the moment, knowing this show of restraint and tenderness wouldn’t— couldn’t —last.
“I told you…” I said, my breaths hiccupping as his tracing fingers found my inner thigh, turning their trajectory upward. “I don’t want you to change for me. I want you .”
…and you’re not gentle.
“This is me, Ghost,” he purred against my throat, the rumble of his voice vibrating down the length of my body. “This is me taking care of you. Let me.”
“But…”
“Shhh. The things I’m going to fucking do to you once you’re healed can wait. Right now, this… ”
His fingers found my wet pussy, and I gasped, fingers digging into the door at my back.
“…is what you need.”
“ Roo —”
He swallowed my cry with his mouth, pushing his fingers into me. I fought against the urge to clench my thighs, forcing them wider for him.
“That’s it, Ghost.”
Rook fucked me with his fingers, slow, adding a third until he had me stretched wide and dripping for him.
I buried my face in his chest, clenching my teeth, coming completely undone for him. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and I almost screamed at the dual sensation, my stomach flipping, pussy clenching tight around his fingers.
“More,” I whimpered, holding his head there with a tight fist in his hair.
He ran his teeth over my nipple and I bucked against him.
“ More .”
He bit down on my breast and I sucked in a breath at the sting, grinding against his hand between my legs.
My nipple popped from his mouth and he switched to the other one while he rolled the one still wet from his tongue between the callus pads of his fingers. Tugging and pinching until I thought I might come from that touch alone.
I jerked and clenched everywhere he touched me, my skin on fire. Alive with the feel of him. His scent in my lungs. His warmth, like a furnace. His everything .
“ Fuck ,” I croaked, my orgasm building as he quickened the pace with his fingers, rubbing my clit viciously with his thumb.
I could feel his smile against my breast as he sucked my nipple into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over it, drawing me to the edge.
I bucked against him as my orgasm tore through me, evicting a loud cry from my lips. The strength of it tore through my body, and I recoiled from it, the sensation almost too much to bear.
But Rook wasn’t having it. He kept my legs open with a knee to my thigh and pressed his free palm flat against my chest, shoving me back, holding me still against the door as he continued to fuck me with his fingers.
Wringing every ounce of the earth shattering orgasm from my body, ignoring my claws in his forearm or the way my legs shook.
He didn’t stop until I was shuttering against the restraint of him, seeing stars, my throat dry from panting. Knees weak.
When I was able to focus on his face again, the stars receding, I saw a glint of wicked triumph in his black stare. I also saw the hard ridge of his cock pressing against his jeans and my core tightened.
I looked up at him hungrily and he slowly slipped his fingers from my pussy, bringing the glistening digits to his mouth. He sucked his pinkie clean, licking his lips when he was finished, making my breaths come heavy against his palm.
When my gaze found his cock again, he growled, pushing me beyond all limits of my control. I knocked his arm away and fumbled with the buckle of his leather belt, unable to wrench it free because of the infuriating shake in my fingers.
“Ghost—”
I dropped to my knees and drew the blade from the sheath at his ankle, feeling the sense of pure power with it in my hand. I stood, slicing through the leather with ease.
“Ghost, you’re hurt?—”
I changed tactics, flipping the blade through my fingers, bringing it to his throat. “So are you,” I hissed, my thighs squeezing as he closed his eyes, chin tipping up to allow me better access to his carotid artery with a rumble of desire in his chest.
With my other hand, I pushed below the waistband of his jeans, wrapping his thick, silky cock with my fingers, making him jerk upright, standing at attention with a broken laugh on his lips. The piercings down his shaft bumped over my fingers, the feel of them making me soaking wet.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I challenged him and he brought his chin down, staring into my soul.
“Never.”
I threw the blade and the lightbulb over our heads shattered as I shoved Rook back, out of the scattering glass and into the shelves at his back.
Several broke, knocking mop heads and piles of cloth to the floor as I clawed his jeans from his body.
He lifted me when I was finished, spinning us until my back was pressed against the shelves in the dark. His breath against my lips.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered, and I didn’t know if it was because he wanted it to or because he didn’t. Both options left me wanting more. He pushed his cock against my opening, rubbing it over my clit before slipping it inside.
I bit the inside of my cheek, tipping my head back as he eased himself inside, each piercing on his Jacob’s ladder gliding in.
He curled a hand around my hip, fingers digging into my lower back. The ache in my belly was nothing compared to the immense pleasure of having him inside of me. Filling me.
“Ghost?” he asked, stopping.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, bracing myself on one of the shelves at my back, urging him closer. “I want every fucking inch,” I demanded. “I want it all.”
He sheathed himself inside me, groaning as he settled in to the hilt, his grip on my waist tightening.
I panted as I adjusted to his size, starting to move against him, needing to feel him move inside me.
Rook eased out, his piercings rubbing me just right, adding an edge to the pleasure that I could say with conviction I would never tire of.
His hand came around the back of my neck, holding me there, our eyes locked as he fucked me.
No. As he made love to me, showing a restraint so beautiful it made me want to cry.
As much as I craved all things distinctly Rook.
His rough touch. The sharp bite of blades on skin.
This hurt just as much, but in a different way.
I could feel myself unraveling as he thrust into me, pausing to roll his hips, grinding into my clit, making me tremble in his grip.
He looked down between us, at the joining of our bodies, his eyes heavy lidded. His grip on me changing, tightening as he struggled to contain his baser instincts.
“Fuck, Ghost, you feel so good.”
He let out a little growl and the sounds of his pleasure started the quickening sensation low in my belly, making me move with him, pushing him faster, harder.
“Oh god, Rook,” I moaned, licking my lips as my back slammed into the shelving behind me again and again.
“Fuck,” Rook hissed, lifting me away from the shelves, wrapping my legs around his hips, holding me up with hands locked under my ass as he guided me up and down on his cock, our bodies rubbing together just fucking right.
I grinded against him, using my thighs to hold myself up as I rode him standing.
“That’s it, Ghost, take it. Take it all.”
His breathy exhalation against my ear send shivers down my spine, igniting the fuse, and I came so hard I had to stuff my face into his shoulder to muffle the sound of my screams. Rook grunted as he poured into me, his hold on my hips turning violent as he thrust his last with my name a whispered promise on his lips.