CHAPTER 30 #4
I moved—slow, deep rolls of my hips—and each glide felt like sinking into something sacred, something made for me alone.
Her breath hitched with every thrust, a small sound that vibrated through her and straight into me.
I could feel the quiver when I hit that spot inside her, the way her walls hugged me tighter, pulling me in like she needed me there, needed me deeper, needed me to stay.
It was more than physical. It was possession. It was belonging. It was the feeling of finally being exactly where I was meant to be . . . buried inside the woman who owned me as much as I owned her.
And I never wanted to leave.
I pulled out almost all the way, watching my cock slide free, glistening with her arousal, before driving back in hard, filling her completely again in one deep, claiming thrust. Eden cried out and dug her nails in my arms as I set a rhythm, deep strokes that made her breasts bounce, the soft weight of them swaying in perfect time with my hips.
Her eyes rolled back as I hit that spot inside her, over and over again, my piercing dragging along her front wall and adding friction that had her shaking.
Something dark and feral twisted in my chest. The thought hit without warning, violent and irrational.
Someone else had touched her like this. Someone else had stood where I stood. She’d worn a ring for another man. Shared a bed. Shared pieces of herself that should have been mine.
It made my jaw clench so hard I felt it in my temples.
I hated it. I hated that there had been a before. I hated that I hadn’t known her from the moment I opened my eyes for the first time in this world. If I had, I would’ve found her. I would’ve tracked her down before anyone else ever got close enough to lay a hand on her.
The idea that she’d once been married felt wrong. Like a clerical error in the universe.
She wasn’t supposed to have a history that didn’t include me.
I bent closer and slid my hand into her hair, tilting her face back so she had to look at me.
“Feel that?” I said through gritted teeth. “That’s me owning you. Every inch of this cunt. Every moan that leaves your pretty mouth. Every fucking orgasm. No one else ever existed inside you but fucking me. You. Are. Mine.”
I pulled out almost all the way, letting her feel the loss . . . the emptiness, and then slammed back in so she cried out and her nails raked down my shirt.
“I’m fucking every last memory out of you,” I said against her throat as I sank my teeth into the soft skin there, sucking a bruise into place.
“Every time I slide into this pussy, I’m erasing whoever came before.
Every time you come around my cock, you forget what anyone else ever felt like.
Every time you scream my name, you’re screaming over the ghosts of anyone who ever touched you.
There’s nothing left for you but me . . .
the only thing your body remembers is me—my shape, my taste, my cum—filling you up until it drips down your thighs. ”
She nodded frantically, her legs wrapping around my hips and pulling me deeper. “Yours,” she gasped, her voice breaking on the word, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as pleasure and emotion crashed together. “Yours—Jagger—yours—”
I fucked her harder and reached one hand between us so I could rub her clit while my other hand pinned her hip to the table.
Eden broke first.
Her cry ripped out, and her whole body seized as pleasure detonated through her.
Her pussy clamped down around my cock, milking me with frantic little contractions that pulled me right to the edge with her.
Her thighs quaked around my waist as her release tore through her and slick flooded around my shaft, dripping down my balls and soaking the felt beneath her ass.
I groaned against her throat and grazed her pulse with my teeth again as I fucked her through it, trying to prolong every shudder, every clench, every broken sound she made.
Eden was still trembling when I finally buried myself to the hilt and came, spilling deep inside her until it leaked out around my cock, mixing with her release and dripping out. I held her there, our hips flush together, and let her feel every twitch and spurt as I marked her from the inside.
When the last tremor faded, I collapsed over her and pressed my forehead against hers. She was shaking beneath me, tears still slipping down her cheeks, but her arms wrapped around my neck like she never wanted to let go. “I never knew it could be like this,” she whispered.
“Like what?” I asked as I reverently kissed her tears away before pulling back to meet her eyes.
She swallowed and searched my eyes, still deciding how much to give.
“Like I’m safe,” she whispered. “Like being wanted isn’t the same thing as being used. Like I can let go and not fall apart . . . because you’ll catch me.”
Her voice broke on the last word, fresh tears slipping free, but she didn’t look away. “Like you weren’t going to break me the second I let myself feel it.”
“Eden,” I groaned.
“I think I want you to keep me, Jagger.”
I grinned and rolled my hips against hers until she gasped. “You never had another choice.”