Chapter 15 #3
My first orgasm in this position caught me by surprise, crashing over me with such intensity that I actually screamed.
But Jason didn’t stop—he just slowed his pace, working me through it before building the rhythm again.
His lips traced fire along my neck, whispering words of praise and possession that made me shiver.
“You feel perfect,” he murmured against my skin, his voice still steady despite the force of his thrusts. The control he maintained while I was completely falling apart was incredible. “So perfect around me. Made for me.”
The possessiveness in his tone sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
Romance novels had not prepared me for this level of intensity, this consuming need.
Each stroke of his cock inside me felt like it was claiming me, marking me as his, and God help me, I wanted that more than I’d ever wanted anything.
“I don’t think…” I gasped as he hit another sweet spot, “…I can take much more.”
His response was a soft kiss that contrasted beautifully with the relentless rhythm of his hips. “You can, darling. Let me show you how good it can be.”
Before I could process his words, he shifted us again, somehow managing to stay buried deep inside me.
This time he sat back against the headboard, his strong hands guiding me into his lap with careful possession.
The new position had me sinking even deeper onto his cock, drawing a long moan from both of us.
“That’s it,” he breathed, his hands spanning my waist, thumbs stroking over my hip bones in a way that made me shiver.
One hand slid up my back, pulling me closer until our chests pressed together, skin to heated skin.
The intimacy of the position, the way he surrounded me completely, made my heart stutter.
I rolled my hips experimentally, and his breath hitched. His fingers tightened on my waist, but he let me set the pace, watching me with an intensity that made me feel both powerful and vulnerable. When I lifted myself up and sank back down, taking him deep, his control finally cracked.
“Darling,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck. His lips found my pulse point, sucking hard enough to mark as I continued to ride him. “You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect…”
His words spurred me on, but my thighs were trembling with exhaustion. I’d lost count of how many times he’d made me come, how long we’d been lost in each other. Just when I thought I couldn’t maintain the rhythm anymore, his hands gripped my hips, helping guide my movements.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, lifting me and pulling me back down onto his cock with a strength that made me gasp. Each thrust hit perfectly inside me, and I could only hold on, my fingers tangled in his hair as pleasure built again.
“Jason,” I whimpered, overwhelmed by the dual sensation of him inside me and his mouth on my neck. “Please…”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, and the raw emotion in his eyes stole my breath. This wasn’t just sex anymore—this was something far more dangerous. His thumb brushed over my cheek with heartbreaking tenderness, even as his hips maintained their relentless rhythm.
“You’re everything,” he breathed against my lips, the confession seeming to surprise us both. His thrusts grew deeper, more purposeful, like he was trying to prove his words with his body. “So beautiful, so perfect…”
I couldn’t look away from his eyes, couldn’t escape the intensity of his gaze or the meaning behind his words. The book had never hinted at this—this raw vulnerability, this soul-deep connection that made my heart ache even as pleasure coursed through my veins.
His hand slid between us, fingers finding where we were joined, and I gasped at the added sensation. “One more time for me, sweetheart,” he urged softly, circling my oversensitive clit. “Let me feel you come around me again.”
I was already so close, hovering right on the edge.
When he leaned forward to capture my mouth in a kiss that was more emotion than passion, I shattered.
This orgasm was different from the others—slower, deeper, spreading through my entire body like warm honey.
I clung to him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, dimly aware of him groaning my name as his own release finally claimed him.
We stayed like that for long moments, wrapped around each other, both trembling with aftershocks. His hands stroked soothingly up and down my back as our breathing slowly returned to normal. When he finally lifted his head from my shoulder, the tenderness in his expression made my heart flip.
“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my jaw. It wasn’t really a question, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice that made my chest tight. “I want to fall asleep with you in my arms.”
I knew I should say no. This wasn’t how the story was supposed to go.
The real Victoria would never allow herself this kind of intimacy, this raw connection.
But as Jason gathered me closer, his lips finding mine in a kiss so achingly gentle it brought tears to my eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to care about the plot anymore.
“Yes,” I whispered against his mouth, feeling him smile.
As he laid us down, keeping me tucked securely against his chest, I realized with startling clarity that I was in serious trouble.
Because this wasn’t just amazing sex—this was something far more dangerous.
Something that could shatter both our worlds if we weren’t careful.
But with Jason’s arms around me, his heart beating steady under my ear, those concerns felt distant. Right now, all that mattered was this moment, this connection, this man who was quickly becoming everything to me.
His hands never stopped moving, trailing softly up and down my spine as our breathing steadied. Every few moments, he’d press gentle kisses to my temple, my forehead, the crown of my head—anywhere he could reach without disturbing our position.
“Are you alright?” he murmured against my hair, concern evident in his voice. “I might have gotten carried away…”
I laughed softly against his chest, too boneless and satisfied to lift my head. “If that’s you carried away, I’m not sure I’d survive you fully unleashed.” The rumble of his answering chuckle vibrated through me.
“Stay here,” he said, carefully shifting me onto the ridiculously comfortable mattress. Before I could protest the loss of his warmth, he was pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he walked naked to what I assumed was the en suite bathroom.
Romance novels always skipped these practical moments, but there was something intensely intimate about watching him take care of me.
The sound of running water drifted out, and he returned moments later with a warm washcloth and a glass of water.
“Drink,” he instructed softly, helping me sit up. As I sipped the cool water, he gently cleaned between my thighs, the tender gesture making my heart flip. This wasn’t the cold, ruthless businessman from the book—this was someone else entirely.
When he was satisfied I was comfortable, he slid back into bed, immediately pulling me close again. I went willingly, curling into his warmth as his arms wrapped around me. One of his hands found its way into my hair, fingers combing through the strands in a way that made me practically purr.
“I don’t want to sleep,” I murmured, even as exhaustion tugged at my consciousness. “I don’t want this night to end.”
His arms tightened around me. “Then we won’t let it,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to my temple. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
As I drifted off, safe and warm in his embrace, I couldn’t help but think that no romance novel could have prepared me for this—not just the mind-blowing sex, but this aftermath.
This tender care, this feeling of being cherished.
I was falling for him, hard and fast, and I had no idea how to stop it.
The last thing I felt before sleep claimed me was Jason pulling me even closer, his lips brushing my forehead as he whispered something that sounded suspiciously like “mine.”