Chapter 21 #2
His growl is low and sinful. “Not wrong at all.”
My breath stutters as he steps into me, pinning me gently against the door with his body. One hand cups my cheek, his thumb sweeping under my eye.
“Tell me what you need, darl.”
“You. Just… you.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His mouth claims mine with a heat that starts in my spine and coils low in my belly. I gasp against his lips as his thigh presses between mine and my body goes frantic and hungry, like it’s been waiting all day for this.
Jake lifts me effortlessly, strong arms sliding under my thighs as my legs lock around his waist as he carries me down the hall, his mouth never leaving mine, tongue sweeping deep and possessive.
In the bedroom, he drops me onto the bed with a bounce and a wicked grin.
“Clothes off. Now.”
The command is low, rough, and it shoots straight through me. I move without thinking, fumbling out of my jeans and shirt while Jake peels off his tee and kicks his boots away. My chest heaves as I watch him shove his jeans down, the hard line of him straining against his underwear.
By the time he climbs onto the bed, I’m already trembling with anticipation. His palms are hot and sure as they drag up my sides, rough calluses skating across bare skin, and then his mouth finds my throat. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. A slow scrape of teeth.
His hand slides up my thigh, deliberate, unhurried, until his fingers slip between my legs. He hums against my neck, the sound vibrating into me. “Fuck, darl… you’re soaked.”
I nod, dazed, too far gone to form words.
He lifts his head, giving me that sinful, filthy smile before he brushes a slow kiss along my collarbone.
Jake rests his forehead against my sternum for a moment, grounding himself, and his breath ghosts over my skin. “I love you,” he murmurs, voice rough with it.
“I love you too.”
The tenderness lasts a beat before he claims my mouth, kissing me hard and greedy.
His weight presses me deeper into the mattress as his teeth graze my jaw, my neck, that exact spot he knows unravels me.
His fingers tease through my folds, slow and devastating, until two thick fingers push inside, curling perfectly, hitting where I need him most.
“Jake—fuck—” My voice breaks on his name.
“That’s it,” he breathes against my ear, lips brushing sensitive skin. “Let me take care of you. Let me give you something good after all that heavy shit, yeah?”
I arch into his hand helplessly, chasing the rhythm he sets. His other hand slides up my chest, wrapping gently around my throat.
“You trust me?” His voice is low and dark.
“Yes,” I manage, breathless.
His grip tightens just enough to make my pulse jump. “Say it.”
“I trust you.”
His gaze never leaves mine, molten and sharp, dominance threaded through careful restraint. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” he rasps. “Eyes wide, mouth open… all mine.”
My breath stutters as his fingers thrust deeper, his palm slick against me. He moves like he’s memorised every reaction and exactly what my body needs.
“I could spend hours like this,” he says, voice ragged. “My hand on your throat, your cunt squeezing my fingers, making you come until you can’t fucking breathe.”
The filth of his words tangled with the tenderness in his touch breaks me open. The pressure builds fast, spiralling, and I can’t hold it back.
“Jake, I?—”
“I know.” His forehead presses against mine, grounding me even as his hand works me harder. “Come for me, darl. That’s it. Let go.”
And I do.
It crashes through me like a live wire, pulling me apart and putting me back together all at once. My thighs tremble around him, breath ragged and uneven. Jake’s hand slips from my throat, his touch soft now, his mouth scattering gentle kisses across my cheek, my jaw, my lips.
“You’re okay,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “I’ve got you.”
I may have just shattered in the best possible way, but I’m not done.
I need him.
I need more.
“Please,” I pant, tugging at his underwear. “Need you inside me.”
He groans, tears them down, and lines himself up between my thighs.
“I’m not gonna last long, Stella. Not after watching you come like that.”
“Don’t care. Just want you.” I pant.
He pushes in slowly, watching my face until he bottoms out with a hiss.
“You feel like heaven,” he mutters, forehead resting against mine. “Always so fucking tight. Always perfect.”
He starts to move. Deep, steady thrusts that leave me breathless and clawing at his back. His hands grip my hips, adjusting the angle until he finds the spot that makes me cry out.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Take it, darl. Take all of me.”
Every thrust is a vow.
Every word is a brand.
I am his and he is mine and nothing else matters except the heat between us and the way our bodies know each other like home.
His hand returns to my throat, not squeezing now, just resting there.
A reminder.
“I’ve got you,” he says, rough and reverent. “Always.”
I shatter again loud, my body shaking as my orgasm consumes me. He follows, spilling into me with a curse and a groan.
We lie tangled in the sheets, breathing hard, limbs boneless.
Jake rolls to his side and brushes sweat-damp hair from my forehead. “You okay?”
“I think I just saw God.”
He laughs, a low rumble that vibrates through my ribs. “That good, huh?”
I turn to him, my heart still thundering. “You make me feel safe. Wanted. Brave.”
“That’s because you are all those things,” he says, cupping my cheek.
I tuck into his chest and trace the lines of the noose tattoo now resting lightly on my hip—the same hand that just made me fall apart.
“You scared me at first,” I admit. “That night at the masquerade. The way you took control… I wasn’t used to it.”
“But you liked it.”
“I did. And now I love it. I love you.”
He pulls me closer. “You’re not alone anymore, Stella. Not ever again.”
I close my eyes and breathe him in, he smells like grease, sweat, sex and home.
Tomorrow, maybe I’ll decide what kind of relationship I want with Doc.
But tonight, I’m exactly where I need to be.
Wrapped in Batman’s kinky cousin.
Loved.
Safe.