Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
Monroe
The word hangs in the air between us like something holy, changing everything and nothing all at once.
There is a fire in my chest, sparking down my arms, curling into every inch of me while Jase stares at me, his hand still wrapped around mine, thumb trembling against my skin as if he can’t quite believe it either.
“I mean it,” I whisper, my throat tight. “Yes.”
The sound he makes is raw and guttural, and then his mouth is on mine. He kisses me hard, drawing out my response with a deep and consuming kiss, all tongue, heat and desperation, as if he’s trying to brand the word onto my soul.
“Yes,” I murmur into his mouth as I clutch at him, fisting his shirt, because my entire body is about to give out under the weight of what I’ve just agreed to.
His hands are everywhere like a man starved—in my hair, cupping my jaw, sliding down the curve of my back to pull me flush against him. Every inch of me comes alive beneath his touch, every nerve sparking.
“Jase,” I gasp when his mouth trails down my throat, nipping, tasting, claiming.
“You don’t know,” he rasps against my skin. “You don’t know what it does to me hearing you say yes. Knowing you’re mine. The promise that you’ll always be mine.”
I shudder, heat pooling low in my stomach.
“It’s more than a promise, Jase. It’s a vow, unbreakable and sacred.
” His growl vibrates through me as he kisses me again as I reach for him, tugging his shirt over his head, my palms skimming over hard muscle, the ridges of his chest, and warm skin.
He hisses when I drag my nails down his chest, and I feel powerful, completely drunk on him.
“You drive me insane,” he mutters, gripping my dress and tugging it over my waist. His fingers trail soft circles over the bare skin he uncovers.
Leaning down, he lays me on my back, kissing my ribs, my hipbone, and my thigh.
Heat blooms in me everywhere he’s touched until he places a soft, tender kiss on my stomach. “Every damn day, Monroe.”
“Then don’t stop, lose your mind,” I breathe, gasping when his teeth graze tender flesh. “Just like I’ve lost mine.”
Those mesmerizing blue eyes are anything but gentle. They’re dark and hungry, ready to worship me when my naked body comes into view. I’m mentally thanking Raven for bringing me a dress to wear home from the hospital because it’s making this so much easier.
“God, Moonshine,” he groans into my mouth, tongue sliding against mine, claiming, devouring as he tugs my dress all the way up and over my head. “Mine.”
The way he says it wrecks me. I love the way he’s caging me in, pressing me down into the sheets. His mouth licking down my neck, over my collarbone, biting at the swell of my breast through the lace as I arch against him, desperate and needing more.
Leaning forward, he licks across my breast, his teeth dragging along my skin as he draws my nipple into his mouth. He tugs, making me painfully aware of how fucking wet I am for him.
I suck in a breath as his thumb pushes over my panties. He adds the slightest pressure as he tugs them to the side, running his fingers through my slick arousal. Two fingers slip inside me as his thumb toys with my clit in circular motions.
“Jase,” I hum as I spread my legs wider. “Please, I need you inside me.”
He stills, his body rigid as he looks up at me. “I don’t want to rush you, baby. You’re—.”
“I’m fine, Jase. Please, if anything, I need you to heal me.” I assure him there’s nothing to worry about.
The doctor gave me a clean bill of health before leaving the hospital today with simple instructions to take better care of myself and make sure I’m eating properly. He never said anything about taking it easy or refraining from having sex.
His mouth trails down my stomach, inching closer to the spot that’s aching for his tongue.
I love when he eats my pussy, when he licks and sucks me into his mouth, and fucks me with his tongue.
It’s empowering to have a man submit on his knees, worshipping you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever had.
That’s what it feels like when Jase looks at me, and I was so fucking foolish not to see it and accept it before now.
Licking through my lips, he sucks my clit into his mouth as he fucks me with his fingers, over and over, building up my orgasm so perfectly.
I’m so ready to come, just from our kisses and the fact I’ve been without him for over two weeks.
Removing his fingers from my pussy, he stands, unbuttoning his jeans, and tugging them down his legs along with his boxers.
His dick springs forward, and my mouth waters at the sight of him, so fucking perfect.
Long and thick, hard and swelling in his hand as he strokes himself with his fingers coated in my arousal.
“I want to be gentle,” he says as he struts toward me, so sexy and confident.
“I want to take it easy and give you time to rest, but baby, fuck.” Slowly he straddles me, knees on either side of me as he places a soft kiss on my pussy.
He takes a sharp breath, inhaling my scent.
“You taste so fucking good. I need to come inside you.”
Without teasing me any longer, his hands grip my hips and pull me toward him, my panties gone in the next second before he thrusts inside me, unapologetic and unforgiving, forcing me to cry out, though not from pain, but from the overwhelming feeling of it all.
Every thrust is deliberate, his body racing to claim me as we crash together in a blur of heat and sweat.
I gasp breathless, when he grips my thigh, hauling me higher against him, hitting deeper. “Say it,” he groans, his forehead pressed to mine, yet one hand remains between us, cradling my stomach protectively. “Say you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, over and over, clutching at him, my fingers tangling behind his neck. “Yours. Always yours.”
My breath hitches, tears prick my eyes as I wrap myself around him, clinging like I’ll never let go. Every thrust is deep, deliberate, making me feel both claimed and cherished. He whispers my name against my ear like a prayer, and I swear the earth tilts beneath us.
Pleasure floods me, shattering and unstoppable, as I cling to him, losing myself and coming undone, but this time trusting he’s there for me. “Jase, oh God, that feels. Fuck, I need to come, baby, please let me come.”
“Not yet,” he commands, pulling out slowly.
“I’m going to fill this pretty little pussy baby, and you’re going to moan my name as you come for me.
” I nod desperately, agreeing to everything he says, and with one final deep thrust I explode, screaming his name, and coming around him as my pussy clenches his cock, pumping him to his own release.
He follows me over the edge, his voice breaking on my name.
“Monroe, fuck.”
When our shaking subsides, he collapses beside me, breath hot on my skin. I press my face into his shoulder, tears leaking into the hollow of his neck.