Chapter 24 #3
The declaration sent a shiver through me, both arousal and something deeper, more profound. The thought that Jaxson wanted to prolong this, to savor every moment, every reaction… it made me feel precious in a way I’d never experienced before.
His hand maintained that steady, patient rhythm, drawing out pleasure like a master musician coaxing notes from an instrument. His eyes never left mine, watching with an intensity that made me feel both exposed and cherished.
The golden warmth in my chest continued to pulse with each beat of my heart, spreading through my limbs until even my fingertips tingled with it.
The honey-sweet scent grew stronger, wrapping around us both like a physical presence, creating a bubble where nothing existed but this moment, this touch, this connection.
When Jaxson leaned forward to capture my lips again, the kiss was deeper, hungrier, though his hand never increased its pace. His tongue slid against mine in a rhythm that matched the movement of his hand, creating a dual sensation that had me moaning into his mouth.
Time seemed to slow, stretching like honey dripping from a spoon. Each stroke of his hand built pleasure layer by layer, each kiss deepened the connection between us, each shared breath felt like a promise neither of us had the words to express.
I lost track of how long we stayed like that—me straddling his lap, his hand moving with deliberate patience, our mouths meeting and parting in a dance. It could have been minutes or hours, the world outside this room ceasing to exist as completely as if it had never been.
Eventually, though, even Jaxson’s iron control began to fray. His hand moved faster, his grip tightening slightly as his kisses became more demanding, more possessive. The change in pace drew a gasp from me, my hips jerking forward involuntarily as pleasure built to nearly unbearable heights.
“Jaxson,” I warned, my voice breaking on his name. “I’m close. So close.”
“Let go for me,” he murmured against my lips, his eyes never leaving mine, even as his hand moved with newfound urgency. “Let me see you, Lan.”
The command, combined with a particularly skilled twist of his wrist, pushed me over the edge.
Pleasure crashed through me in waves, my body tensing as I came with a cry that I muffled against his shoulder.
The world went white around the edges, reality narrowing down to the sensation of Jaxson’s hand on me, the warmth of his body against mine, the connection between us pulsing with each wave of my release.
Through it all, Jaxson held me close, his free hand stroking through my hair, his voice a low murmur of praise and reassurance that I was too far gone to fully comprehend.
As the aftershocks subsided, leaving me boneless and trembling, he pressed gentle kisses to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.
When he finally brought his lips to mine, the kiss was surprisingly tender, almost reverent. I could feel his smile against my mouth, a curve of satisfaction that I was too exhausted to question.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he finally pulled away, his hand coming up to brush my hair back from my forehead with surprising gentleness. “You’re so beautiful when you let go, Lan.”
I should say something witty. Something casual and breezy to defuse the intensity of the moment. Instead, what came out was, “That was… incredible.” Smooth, Lan. Real smooth. Nothing says ‘sexually sophisticated’ quite like stating the obvious.
Jaxson’s laugh was soft, affectionate, his thumb tracing the curve of my lower lip. “You’re incredible,” he corrected, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “Every sound, every expression, every reaction. Perfect.”
I became suddenly, acutely aware that while I’d found release, he was still fully clothed and obviously affected by what we’d done. “Should I…?” I gestured vaguely, my inexperience making me hesitant despite my eagerness to reciprocate.
“Next time,” he promised, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead that somehow felt more intimate than everything that had come before. “This was for you.”
Next time. The implication that there would be a next time, that this wasn’t just another one-off experiment, made something warm and hopeful unfurl in my chest alongside that strange golden heat.
It was dangerous to hope, to want more than these stolen moments.
We were stepbrothers, family in the eyes of the world.
What we were doing crossed so many lines, violated so many social norms.
Yet as Jaxson gathered me against his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath my ear, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. This connection between us—whatever it was—felt too right, too necessary, to deny.
Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was forbidden. But in this moment, with the taste of Jaxson’s kisses still on my lips and the warmth of his embrace surrounding me, it felt like the most beautiful sin I could possibly commit.
And I was already planning ways to sin again as soon as possible.