Chapter 20 #6
“I trust you, Jasper,” I said, pulling him into a kiss, which he finally allowed.
It was as if dynamite had been set off between us. Jasper was not the type of man to easily give up control, but he had. For me. It felt good to give it back. He wasn’t the one I needed to take control from anyway.
His restraint snapped. His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me up like I weighed nothing as he sat me down on the cold stone railing. His mouth took mine in a heated, impatient, passionate kiss that bordered on aggression. He had been holding back and had been let off his leash.
My arms tightened around his neck. My chest was flush with his. That’s when I realized I was teetering on the stone ledge of the balcony’s railing with my upper body hanging over nothing but air.
I screamed, clawing to hold on to him. “Jasper! What are you doing? You’re going to drop me!”
“Do you trust me?” he repeated.
He moved my hands from his shoulders and placed them around his neck, kissing me and distracting me with his tongue.
My nails dug into his skin, completely terrified.
My feet were nearly bent in half from trying to hold on to his waist and not fall off the railing to my death.
My eyes were wide with terror as they caught ahold of his coldly confident gaze.
He leaned down and planted a soft, tender kiss on my mouth; both our eyes remained open, locked on the other’s.
A confusing mix of lust and fear took over my system. My mouth opened, and my eyes softened. It was reckless and wild, but I wanted him more than I wanted not to fall.
“Hold on.”
“Jasper—”
“No.” His mouth brushed my ear. “You don’t talk now. You take it.”
He pushed me back just enough to tilt me, my spine pressed against the wall, my legs wide around him. Fear and excitement tore through me.
“You’d cry,” he whispered, dragging himself against my heat. “And I’d kiss you harder just to taste what I did to you.”
I gasped, accidentally leaning back too far and needing to grab Jasper to stabilize myself. He caught my jaw in one hand, not rough—but firm. Direct.
“If I touch you now, I won’t stop until I’ve fucked you slow enough to make you beg for mercy.”
His thumb dragged across my lower lip. I opened for him automatically. He smiled—barely. My hips moved toward him.
“You’d beg me to be gentle,” he said, voice flat. “And I’d lie. Tell you I would.” He paused. “Then I’d show you what I really mean by slow.”
I reached for him and pulled him closer.
That was all it took.
He pulled himself free with a menacing look. Fear-laced anticipation tickled all over my skin.
He shoved himself into me in one smooth, devastating thrust, like his body had been waiting, aching for the permission I had finally given.
My eyes fell closed as the sensations overtook me, not because of the view or because I was only a breath away from dropping to my death, but the cold of the railing, the freeing breeze that danced across my skin, and the feel of his hard cock entering me.
I dug my fingernails farther into his skin, needing him, and carefully pushed my body toward his, reveling in the feel as my body adjusted fully around him.
It felt like the clouds had parted and everything was right in the world. This feeling of closeness to him was what I’d been craving every time the tension between us cracked.
I gasped when he thrust into me again—harder this time, deeper. My head fell back, lips parted, and breath gone.
“That’s it,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Let me hear it.”
I whimpered. He leaned in close, his mouth grazing my jaw.
“No, Eliza. Not that sound.” Another thrust. Controlled. Brutal. “I want the one you make when you forget your own name.”
“Jasper…” I moaned against his ear as I held him tighter. I tried to grab something but there was nothing. No edge. No wall. No thought. Just him.
“You’ll cry so sweet,” he murmured. “I’ll keep you right here—legs wide, voice shaking—and I’ll fuck you through every second of it.”
I bit his lip. “Jasper—”
“You don’t need to speak,” he growled. “Just keep taking it.”
My body jolted as he shifted his angle. His hand slid up my stomach, slow and possessive.
“You feel that?” he whispered. “That’s me.” He pressed his palm flat beneath my ribs. “I’m so deep in you right now, your heartbeat’s trying to sync to mine.”
I broke. Soft and high, the sound ripped out of my throat like a prayer and a surrender.
“There you are,” he said, breath hot against my neck. “That’s what I wanted.”
I was trembling. Completely wrecked, gone.
“Fuck, Eliza,” he moaned, and his chest rumbled. He leaned back as he slid his cock all the way back inside of me until he lifted me up slightly, then pulled halfway out, repeating the action.
We were both open mouthed and panting as we clung desperately to one another.
The cold stone bit into my ass as our pace grew frantic, my moans growing louder the more pleasure my body felt.
“You’ll still feel me tomorrow,” he whispered. “Between your legs. In your bones. In your fucking spine.”
“Jasper…oh, god, Jasper.”
“And you’ll want it again,” he said, slow and cruel and tender. “You’ll hate how much.” Another thrust.
My back hit the stone again. I gasped, eyes wide, lips parted, completely lost in the sensation of him. Of this. Of the way he refused to let me drift anywhere but under him.
“You think I’m done?” Jasper growled.
“I—no—” I choked out.
“Good.”
His hand came to my throat—not squeezing, just resting. Claiming. I knew he could feel my pulse flutter beneath his fingers when he smiled.
“You’re not even close.”
He dragged himself out slowly, then slammed back in, hard enough to steal my breath. Again. And again. Until my legs trembled and my hips tilted toward him, desperate.
“Look at you,” he said. “Fucking begging without a word.”
I whimpered and clung to his arms for fear they wouldn’t hold me and I would fall.
He kissed me, opened mouthed, hungry, mean. He bit my lower lip, pulled and kissed me again like he hated how good I tasted.
“I’d keep you up here all night,” he muttered. “Use you until you forget what it feels like to be empty.”
I moaned—sharp and aching.
“You’d cry,” he whispered, his lips dragging down my neck. “And I’d fuck you harder—just to see how long you could take it.”
Another thrust. My head dropped back. His hand caught it, held me steady.
“You want me to stop?”
I shook my head because I couldn’t speak.
“Didn’t think so.” He brought his hand between us. His fingers slid down, filthy and firm.
I jolted, cried out.
“That’s it,” he said. “Fall apart for me.”
My whole body tightened.
“Right here. Right now. Around me.”
He didn’t stop. Not when I broke. Not when I gasped his name like it was the only breath that would keep me alive. Not when I went boneless in his arms.
“There’s my girl,” he breathed. “So fucking sweet when you’re ruined.” And still he didn’t pull out. “One more.”
“Jasper—”
“One more,” he growled. “You’re still mine. You’re still open.”
“I—I can’t—”
“Yes,” he whispered. “You can. And you will.”
He pulled me tighter, voice thick now. Low and feral in my ear.
“Because I haven’t come yet, and I’m not pulling out until I’ve finished what I fucking started.”
I was already coming undone again. My body clenched around him like it didn’t want to let go.
“That’s it,” Jasper groaned, voice low and frayed. “God, you feel so good like this—shaking, soaked, fucking mine.”
My nails dug into his back. He thrust harder, deeper—chasing his own undoing now and dragging me down with him.
“You’re not done,” he whispered. “Not until I say.”
“Jasper—please—”
“One more,” he breathed. “You can take it. Let me finish inside you. Let me make a mess of you.”
Euphoria filled me, and I cried out as he grabbed my hip tighter, holding me still as he drove in to the hilt, once—twice—
“You’re gonna feel this for days,” he growled, lips at my throat. “Open for me. Let me fucking fill you.”
My body jerked. Pleasure like I’d never known took over every part of my body .
“That’s it,” he hissed. “I’m gonna come inside you. Gonna fuck it into you.”
And then he did—deep and hot, hips grinding into mine, breathing staggered and rough as he stayed there, buried.
“Don’t move,” he rasped. “Not done.”
I whimpered as he came. I felt the warmth bloom inside of me as his thrusts slowed.
He pulled out slowly, a thick, warm smear of slick between my thighs.
“Still mine,” he said, catching me by the throat in a light but commanding grip. “Turn around. Grab ahold of the railing and look at what you’ve been so afraid of,” he said.
A cry of pleasure came out of my throat as I gripped the railing and peered out with fear and excitement at the massive drop below.
“Still with me?” Jasper rasped into my ear.
I nodded, barely able to hold myself up.
“Good. Because I’m not fucking finished. Bend over more,” he said. “Now.”
I eagerly obeyed, breath ragged.
“You feel used?” he murmured, dragging his hand between my legs. “You should. That wasn’t for you. That was for me.”
I let out a moan, still wrecked and clenching around nothing as I stole a glance over my shoulder at the gorgeous man. A gasp flew from me when he gripped my ass, spreading me with one hand, the other stroking himself, still hard and twitching.
Without warning, he pressed against my back entrance—just the tip, slicked from my orgasms. I stiffened.
“You can take it,” he murmured. “You want it. You want me to own every part of you.”
I moaned. He was right, I’d always wanted to try this but had been too afraid.
He didn’t wait. “Breathe,” he said, and pushed in—slow and forceful.
I cried out as he groaned.
“Fuck—that’s it,” he hissed. “Tight little hole, and you gave it to me without a word.”
Pleasure throbbed through every part of me until it felt like I was floating.
He pushed deeper, both hands gripping my hips now, filling me until I was sobbing his name.
“Gonna finish like this,” he rasped. “Buried in your ass while your pussy’s still leaking from the last time I came inside you.”
I was falling apart, held up only by his hands and body.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I sobbed.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours—fuck—please—”
He drove in deep, held me there, and came with a brutal, guttural sound, filling me until it spilled out around him, his grip bruising my hips as he thrust through the high.
“There,” he groaned. “Now you’re ruined in every way that matters.”
He pulled himself out of me and smiled as he scooped me up, carrying me inside and laying me on the bed. I wondered if he would leave but felt him crawling in next to me.
The quiet room filled with the sounds of our slowing pants as he tucked his arm around me, and I nestled into his chest and began to drift off to sleep.
“Sleep well…friend,” he teased as he pulled me closer.
My laugh was muffled against his body as I draped my arm over his stomach and drifted off to sleep.