Chapter 28 Kratos #2
I’ve waited this long to have her, and while she agreed to be mine, the life we live is dangerous. We’re not promised more than we have right now. So, I intend to fuck her like it’s our first and last time every time.
I’m not sure what she has or hasn’t done with any of the other guys, and now’s not the time to ask. Sex has never been more than a means to an end for Jade, but I want to show her all that it can be. All that it should be when you’re with someone because you want to be.
My hands fall back to her hips, and I use my grip on them to pull her into me, grinding her body against my straining cock. I doubt it went unnoticed before, but I need her to know what she’s doing to me and just how badly I want her.
I lift my hips as I urge her forward, creating a delicious friction that damn near has my eyes rolling back in my head before I get a grip.
This isn’t about me. She presses her lips to mine, and neither of us wants to pull away first. They part for me as she lets out a gasp, and I take the opening as an invitation.
Running my tongue along her bottom lip, giving her the choice of how this continues, if it continues at all.
Without hesitation, her tongue meets mine, and I lose some of the feeble hold I have on my self-control.
Fisting my hand in her hair, much like she is mine, holding her in place as I explore her mouth, and she does the same.
I feel some of her tension melt away as we lose ourselves in one another, our tongues moving from a lazy pace to a battle for dominance as she gets more comfortable.
Despite not wanting to, I pull back slightly to catch my breath.
She lets me go, her fingers loosening their hold enough for me to pull back a few inches before she stops me with a tug of my hair.
I let my eyes roam over her, hungrily taking her in, looking at her face for any sign of discomfort, hesitation, or regret.
Her eyes are wide, pupils huge with desire, and I can’t imagine mine are any different.
Our chests heave against one another, rising and falling in time as she looks me over, her eyes roaming my face before they fall to my chest, and her pupils get impossibly wider, damn near eating away at that green I love so much.
Fuck.
I don’t want to push her, but I really might explode if I don’t get her out of that shirt so I can feel her against me.
Using my hold on her hair, I tilt her head back so that her eyes once again meet mine; her mouth falls open with a moan before I release her.
The sound goes right to my cock as it strains against the fabric of my sweatpants, but she keeps her eyes on mine.
I didn’t tell her to stay, but it was implied. Jade’s never been good at listening, though, so I can’t say I’m not pleasantly surprised.
“Good girl.” The words slip out with the need to praise her. A slight smile curves across her lips as she adjusts on my lap, and I can feel her heat through the scraps of fabric that separate us.
Fucking hell.
I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. The last time I said those words to her, they were met with sass. I thought the same would be true the moment the words left my lips, but judging by her reaction, she enjoyed them.
She’s going to be the death of me…
Without taking my eyes off her, I grip the collar of the shirt she’s wearing.
She holds my gaze as I give her time to stop me, but she doesn’t so much as blink.
I take her silence as permission. I want her to know she’s in control.
No matter how hard it might be for me to give that control to her, I have to. She needs it.
The fabric gives easily enough as I tear it right down the center. Jade sucks in a sharp breath, the remains of my shirt hanging off her, leaving her chest on display. When her head snaps back up and our eyes meet, a wicked smile has taken over her face.
It’s a lot like the one she had when she held a knife to Spencer’s throat, but with her pupils dilated with desire, it somehow makes her look even more unhinged; which only makes me like it more.
Jade isn’t fragile, no matter how much we might try to treat her like she is; the pure, raw strength she possesses is one of my favorite things about her.
Though her tits are a damn close second right now.
My eyes devour her.
The only real things that separate us are the thin scrap of fabric she calls underwear, my sweatpants, and boxers.
I want to strip us of them, but the need to taste her is too strong to resist. Leaning forward, I catch one of her nipples in my mouth as my hand reaches for the other one.
Tweaking and pulling as I bite and lick the other, the taste of her skin makes my already hard cock throb.
I could get lost in her just like this. The moans and whimpers leaving her mouth are enough to drive anyone to madness, but it’s the way she grinds into me that lets me know she wants more.
I’ve never been able to deny her shit before. Why would I start now?
Pulling back, I release her nipple with a wet pop, kissing my way up her chest to her neck, nibbling the skin there as I go. I’ve only ever dreamed of making Jade mine, and I intend on finding out every little thing that she likes right here, right now.
When my teeth sink into the sensitive skin just below her ear, her breath catches, and she rolls her neck to give me better access. Instead of continuing to bite, I move up to her lips, filing that knowledge away for later.
Our lips meet, and she presses against me as she deepens the kiss. The warm press of her tits against my chest has me clutching her to me.
Fuck, she’s so much better than I ever thought she would be. Warm, soft, and responsive, so unlike her typical traits, but it’s a beautiful balance. Our tongues battle for dominance while her nails bite into my shoulders as if she can’t get enough of me either.
Moving my hands to her hips, I lift her off of my lap without breaking our kiss.
She whimpers at the loss of contact, and I smile against her lips.
I move to my knees, laying her out on the bed for me.
Pulling back, I break the kiss, but I don’t go far, looking down at her beneath me.
Her pupils dilate, her lips red and a little swollen as she pants shallow breaths, and my cock jumps at the sight of her.
We're just getting started, and she’s already so responsive.
“You will tell me if something is too much or you don’t like something,” I tell her, and while it’s not a question, she nods in response, but it’s not enough. I need to hear her say it.
“Say it,” I demand.
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, her voice rough and sultry, and I don’t even think she’s doing it on purpose.
Another growl builds again as I move to reclaim her lips.
That fucking nickname is going to be a problem, and she’s very aware of the effect it has on me.
Kissing her for a moment, I move to her jaw, down her throat, and over her chest in slow, lazy movements, much the same way she did earlier.
I press a kiss to each of her breasts but don’t linger.
I can always come back to those later, but right now, I have other things in mind.
Like making Jade fall apart underneath me as many times as she can handle from now until that stupid fucking meeting I scheduled.
I should have made it later, or tomorrow. I have zero intention of leaving this bed anytime soon.
Jade arches off the bed when my lips reach the lacy fabric of her underwear. I cage her against the bed, my arm pressed to her waist, holding her to the mattress.
Her pomegranate scent is always strong, but right now, mixed with her arousal, it’s almost more than I can bear. My mouth waters, the thought of her begging and writhing beneath me.
Lowering further, I breathe her in as I run my mouth over her through the scrape of fabric.
She's fucking soaked. My tongue darts out for a taste, and her flavor explodes in my mouth. That’s all it takes, just that little bit, and I know I’m going to be coming back for more as often as I can.
Jade’s a force, a walking addiction. I’m not surprised she tastes like one, too.
Her hips buck, but she doesn’t get anywhere with my arm still pinning her in place.
I dart my eyes up and find her watching me.
She’s propped up on her elbows, chest heaving, pupils blown wide, her hair a mess, and I have to resist the urge to move back up to her lips when her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.
Walking temptation, that’s what she is.
I turn my head away from where she wants me most, pressing my lips to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, moving up and around her underwear.
With every press of my lips to her skin, I feel her body tensing, see the need flaring in her eyes.
Pretty soon she’s going to snap, and it's going to be as beautiful as it is explosive.
“Kratos.”
She tries to sound stern, but with the way she’s panting, it borders on a whine, and my dick presses almost painfully into the mattress at the sound.
I take pity on us both, kissing back up her thigh to the line of her panties. “Hips stay on the bed,” I tell her, and she nods so quickly I’m not even sure she knows what she’s agreeing to. She just knows she wants it.
Dragging my hands down her hips, bringing her underwear with them, I sit back on my heels to free her of them completely.
I pause, mesmerized by the sight before me.
Jade sprawled out on my bed, for me…A fucking vision.
My shirt still hangs off her arms, torn open to show off her chest; her legs lie open, one bent at the knee, the other stretched out around me so that I fit perfectly between them.
Her lips and nipples are both red from my assault, and the inside of her thighs will be, too, after I’m done.