10. Jade #2
“It’s been four years.” Her voice catches as I stroke her through the lace. “And all I’ve thought about-” She breaks off as I push the fabric aside. “All I’ve thought about is you.”
I slide a finger inside her. Then two. She moans, low, desperate, her head falling back against the brick.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Let me feel you.”
She grips my shoulders. Bites her lip to keep from crying out. Her hips rock against my hand.
“More,” she begs. “Please, Damian. I need-”
I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her knees buckle. Add a third finger, stretching her, feeling her clench around me.
“You’re so tight,” I groan. “So perfect. I want to taste you. I want to bury myself inside you until you forget your own name.”
“Yes. Yes. Please-”
Her hands fumble with my belt. She needs to feel me - I can see it in her eyes, that desperate hunger - and God help me, I need to feel her too. She gets my belt undone, reaches inside, wraps her fingers around me.
I’m hard. So hard it hurts. She strokes me and I shudder against her.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Jade-”
She guides me toward her entrance. The tip of me brushes against her and we both moan.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers. “Right now. I don’t care where we are. I don’t care-”
Voices.
We both freeze.
Footsteps. Getting closer. Two men, laughing, coming around the corner toward the side entrance.
I pull back. Fast. My hand leaves her dress. I turn away, frantically fixing my pants. Jade smooths down her skirt with shaking hands.
The men walk past. One of them glances at us. Smirks knowingly. Keeps walking.
Jade’s heart is pounding - I can see it in the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
We wait until the door closes behind them. Until the alley is silent again.
Then we look at each other.
I’m breathing hard. My hair is a mess. My lips are swollen from kissing her.
She looks wrecked. Beautiful. Mine.
“We need to get out of here,” I say. My voice is ragged. “Now.”
She nods. Can’t speak.
I grab her hand. Pull her toward the parking garage. We walk fast. Almost running.
The car ride home is silent. But my hand is on her thigh. Squeezing. Sliding higher every few seconds. She’s squirming in her seat, and every sound she makes goes straight to my cock.
Every red light is torture.
“Damian-”
“I know. Almost there.”
I pull into the garage. Kill the engine.
We don’t make it to the elevator.
I’m on her the second we’re out of the car. Pressing her against the hood. Kissing her like I’m trying to consume her.
“I can’t wait,” I growl. “I can’t-”
“Then don’t.”
I pull back just enough to look at her. “Not here. I want you in my bed. I want to take my time.”
“Later.” She’s pulling at my shirt. “Right now I just need-”
“I know what you need.”
I lift her. She wraps her legs around me. I carry her to the elevator, punching the button without breaking the kiss.
The elevator takes forever. I have her pressed against the wall, grinding against her, and she’s making sounds that are going to haunt my dreams.
The doors open. We stumble out. I fumble with my keys. Drop them. Curse.
She picks them up. Opens the door.
We fall inside.
I slam the door behind us. Pick her up again. Carry her toward the bedroom.
“Too far,” she gasps. “Couch. Now.”
I change direction. Drop her onto the couch. Stand over her, chest heaving, so hard I can barely think.
“Take off the dress.”
Her hands are shaking so badly she can barely find the zipper. I watch her struggle for three seconds - three agonizing seconds - then lose patience.
I reach down and rip it.
The silk tears. She gasps.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” I pull the ruined fabric off her. Stare at what’s underneath. “Jesus Christ.”
She’s wearing nothing but black lace. A bra that barely covers anything. Underwear that’s already soaked through.
I drop to my knees in front of the couch. Pull her hips to the edge. Hook my fingers in the lace and tear those too.
“Damian!”
“I’ll buy you new everything.” I spread her legs, looking at her - flushed and wet and perfect. “Right now I need to taste you.”
My mouth is on her before she can respond.
She screams.
***
Jade
Oh God oh God oh God-
His tongue is hot and relentless. He licks into me like he’s starving, like he’s been waiting four years for this exact moment, and maybe he has. His hands grip my thighs, holding them apart, holding me open for him.
“Damian - please - I can’t-”
I’m already so close from before. The alley, the car, the elevator - my body has been wound tight for hours and now he’s-
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me without warning. My back arches off the couch. My hands fist in his hair. I’m screaming his name, or maybe just screaming, I don’t know, I don’t care-
He doesn’t stop.
He works me through the first orgasm and straight into a second one. His tongue circles my clit while his fingers slide inside me, pumping, curling, finding that spot that makes me see stars.
“Please,” I’m sobbing now. “Please, Damian, I need-”
He pulls back. His face is wet. His eyes are wild.
“What do you need?” His voice is wrecked. Ragged. “Tell me.”
“You. Inside me. Now.” I can barely form words. “Please, I can’t-”
He stands. Strips off his jacket. His shirt. I watch, panting, as he reveals himself to me.
He’s beautiful. All hard muscle and golden skin. The scar on his ribs. A trail of dark hair leading down.
He undoes his belt. Pushes down his pants.
I stare.
He’s big. Bigger than I expected. Thick and hard and already leaking.
“Like what you see?” His voice is strained. Like he’s barely holding on.
“Get over here.”
He covers my body with his. The feeling of skin on skin makes us both moan.
“Jade. Look at me.”
I meet his eyes.
“I’ve waited four years for this,” he says. “I need you to know - this isn’t just sex for me. This is everything. You’re everything.”
My eyes burn with tears I won’t let fall.
He pushes inside.
We both cry out.
He’s so big. It’s been so long. There’s a stretch that borders on pain, but God, it’s so good. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “You’re so tight. I’m not going to last-”
“I don’t care. Just move. Please.”
He moves.
Slow at first. Pulling almost all the way out, then sinking back in. I feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me, making me whole.
“Faster,” I beg.
He obeys. His hips snap harder. Faster. The sound of skin on skin fills the room. I’m moaning with every thrust. He’s grunting my name like a prayer.
“So good,” I gasp. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“Never.” His voice is fierce. Possessive. “I’m never letting you go. You’re mine now. Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Damian. Only yours.”
He growls. Shifts angles. Hits something inside me that makes me see stars.
“Right there!” I scream. “Oh God, right there!”
He pounds into that spot over and over. Relentless. Brutal. Perfect.
The pressure builds. Impossible. Overwhelming.
“I’m going to - Damian, I’m-”
“Come for me.” His voice is raw. Desperate. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
I explode.
The orgasm rips through me like lightning. I scream his name. My whole body convulses. I feel myself clenching around him, pulling him deeper, holding on for dear life.
“Fuck - Jade-” His rhythm falters. “I’m-”
“Inside me. Come inside me. I want to feel it.”
He buries himself to the hilt and comes with a roar. I feel him pulsing inside me, hot and endless, marking me, claiming me.
His whole body shakes.
He collapses on top of me. Both of us gasping. Sweating. Destroyed.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
Then he lifts his head. Looks at me. His eyes are soft now. Tender.
“Hi,” he whispers.
I laugh. A real laugh. “Hi.”
He kisses my forehead. My nose. My lips.
“That was...”
“Yeah.”
“I ruined your dress.”
“I don’t care.”
“I meant what I said.” He brushes hair from my face. “You’re everything to me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
I cup his face. Feel the stubble beneath my palms. “Neither have I. Even before... I never had this. I never knew it could be like this.”
He’s still inside me. Neither of us wants to move.
“Bedroom?” he murmurs. “I want to hold you.”
“In a minute. I don’t think my legs work.”
He grins. That rare, beautiful grin. “Good.”
He shifts. Pulls out slowly. We both wince at the loss.
He picks me up again. Carries me to the bedroom. Lays me on the bed like I’m precious.
We curl around each other. Skin to skin. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
“No regrets?” he asks quietly.
“None.”
“Good.” He pulls me closer. “Because I plan to do that again. Multiple times. As soon as we recover.”
I smile against his chest. “Promise?”
“Guarantee.”
We lie in silence. Peace settling over us for the first time.
Then my phone buzzes. Loud on the nightstand.
I ignore it.
It buzzes again.
Damian groans. “It might be important.”
I reach for it. Check the screen.
Unknown number.
My blood runs cold.
The message: You think you can take what’s mine? Watch what happens next.
Attached: a photo of Nova’s school.
I recognize the building. The playground. The little girl walking through the gates, her hand in a stranger’s hand.
Vivian.
All the warmth drains from the room.
“What is it?” Damian asks, already sitting up.
I show him the phone.
His expression goes hard. Dangerous.
“She’s threatening a child.” His voice is ice. “Her own-” He stops. “She’s not her mother. And she’d do anything to keep what she’s stolen.”
I’m shaking now. But not from pleasure this time.
“We need to move faster,” Damian says. “The hearing. Everything. We can’t give her time to do something desperate.”
He pulls me close. Holds me tight.
“I won’t let her hurt Nova,” he promises. “I won’t let her hurt either of you.”
I believe him.
But as I lie in his arms, the peace shattered, I know: this is war now.
And Vivian has just made clear she’ll fight dirty.
***
I fall asleep in Damian’s arms.
But my dreams are nightmares.
Nova crying. Vivian laughing. And the feeling that no matter how fast we move, it won’t be fast enough.