Chapter 21 #2
Somewhere inside, I knew I could trust him. Maybe because he was right in that we were very much alike. More so than anyone could understand. If only I could allow the wall to crumble away. Maybe he was the one. Maybe our closeness would continue to build.
Or maybe it would come crashing down and burn in the fires of hell.
My pussy ached, muscles stretching as he pulled almost all the way out. Gasping, I gripped his arm, fearful he was backing away.
He rose onto his arms, staring down at me as a predator would do. With utter control and precision, he lowered his head.
I licked my lips, laughing from continued excitement and a hint of confining nerves when he narrowed his eyes. His chuckle was darker than mine, his nostrils flaring.
Taunting me even more, he swished his hair back and forth across my face. I wasn’t certain which side of the man I preferred. The tall, dark, and dangerous stranger willing to kill on my behalf.
Or the lover with a heart that could be described as tinted with gold. The man who adored a furry creature he’d saved from certain death. A man who’d shared with me more than once that he would do anything to protect his family.
A slow and steady smirk crossed his face as he thrust the entire length back into my wetness. The force was breathtaking and I clawed at his arms, entwining my feet together so he couldn’t go anywhere. He remained hovering over me as we rocked together, his upper body strength incredible.
His eyes were hooded, adding to the extreme sex appeal, and several beads of sweat tickled both sides of his face.
I watched in fascination as a single bead rolled down the bridge of his nose, falling ever so slowly onto my lip.
When I dragged the salt away with the tip of my tongue, he allowed a single husky growl to turn into a call of the wild.
As his actions became rougher, I tossed my head from side to side, stretching one arm out over my head.
What would have happened had I not taken a chance and enjoyed a night with a masked stranger?
Was karma to blame for our delicious interactions or maybe a little of the New Orleans voodoo he’d mentioned before?
Either way, the desire continued to increase until we were both panting. His plunges became rougher yet still controlled and his eyes never left mine. I’d never been so wet or hot, the longing keeping every muscle in my body electrified.
For several minutes he pounded into me, his actions even more savage until the headboard thudded against the wall. His grin matched mine, his expression wild yet unreadable. Perhaps those walls were breaking down bit by bit.
As a series of stars floated in front of my eyes, I jerked up, arching my back even more. Where I’d never had an orgasm before him, this man easily dragged away all my inhibitions and defenses. I floated into pure ecstasy as a powerful climax rushed through my system.
Startling.
Exciting.
Breathtaking.
“Oh, yes. Fuck. Yes…” I was frozen in pleasure, incapable of moving for several seconds.
Jaxon slowed his actions until he was grinding into me, keeping me on a beautiful edge of raw pleasure.
The most incredible exhaustion settled through me and I lowered my legs, nuzzling one against his thigh. With no exertion, he rolled us over until I was forced on top. When I leaned over, he cupped both sides of my face.
“We’re not finished yet, my angel.”
“Oh, we’re not, huh?” I was more breathless than before. Every inch of my skin was on fire, so much so I was shocked I wasn’t engulfed in flames.
“Not yet. I need all of you.” He was so strong that before I knew what he was doing, he’d turned me around to face the other way. With his hand pressed against the small of my back, he pushed me up by several inches while plunging his cock into my pussy.
I threw my head over my shoulder, marveling in the different sensations rolling through every muscle and tendon.
He gripped my hip with one hand, keeping my body pushed forward with the other.
He refused to allow me to have any control.
Even the way he was digging his fingers into my skin was powerful, dominating in a way I’d never wanted but now couldn’t see myself doing without.
How could a man do that in a few days? Had it been the look he’d given me after the performance at the hotel, the tiny bit of drool I’d thought I’d seen? No one had ever undressed me with their eyes before. He had a way about him that transcended everything and everyone else in room.
With every sound he made, I was pulled higher onto the plateau of longing. He lifted his pelvis, driving deep inside. Every thrust was brutal, skin slapping against skin. The sensations rolling through me were incredible.
When he pushed me all the way forward, I looked over my shoulder again, noticing his grin.
“What are you doing?” I panted, licking my dry lips. His weren’t close enough to keep mine wet any longer.
“I told you,” he said in a casual yet sensual way as he placed the tip of his cock against my darkened hole. “I’m taking everything.”
I had no chance of denying him before he pushed a couple of inches inside. Shock tore through me. Not only from the instant discomfort, but because no one had ever done this to me before. Being speechless wasn’t like me, but no words came to mind.
His touch was gentle, fingers running up and down my spine.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Did you know that?”
Maybe his question was meant to distract me, but I felt beautiful, which wasn’t normal or typical in any way. “I’m just a dancer.”
While he pushed another couple of inches inside, he smacked one hand across my butt. “We both know you’re much more than that.”
I cinched my eyes shut, taking shallow breaths as the discomfort faded, unfathomable pleasure rolling in. The feeling was intense, stealing every ragged breath.
When he jerked me all the way down, I threw my hands back, grasping his thighs.
“Shit. Oh, shit.”
“Breathe, my sweet ballerina. I’m never going to hurt you.
At least not intentionally. I won’t allow anyone else to hurt you either.
” His husky voice calmed my fears while adding to the excitement.
How had I managed to go from having the barrel of a gun pressed to my head to enjoying being fucked in the ass?
The thought was crazy yet freeing. What did that say about me? His cock throbbed, swelling even more. And the man was huge, so large I’d barely been able to fit my hand around the thickness.
He lifted me off his lap, holding me aloft while he cracked his hand across my bottom three more times. As strange as it might seem to anyone else, the combination was enthralling. So much so I found myself fighting for control once again.
Moving up and down, I kept my grip on his legs, even tossing my hair back and forth just the way he liked.
His stamina was as incredible as the way his cock felt inside. Filling me so completely.
With every stroke, I was driven into an entirely different level of pleasure. So unexpected.
So incredible.
I had no idea how long we’d rocked together, but I knew the moment he was about to come by the change in his grip.
As soon as he erupted deep inside, he rolled me over, pinning me to the bed face down. He lifted my arms over my head, intertwining our fingers together and in those precious moments, I sensed a closeness forming I’d never experienced before.
And for the first time since leaving Sicily, I believed I could find my happily ever after.