Chapter 30 – Cassie
Jace’s fingers slid up my thighs, tracing a path under my shirt. I caught his hands, holding them still before they reached the part of me no one else had ever seen––my burns.
God, I wanted Jace so badly, but I couldn’t shake the fear of showing him the part of my body that I hated the most. Jace said he wanted forever with me, but if I hoped for even a small chance at a future with him, I knew I had no choice but to show him.
I just prayed he wouldn’t look at me any differently afterwards.
I knew deep down I was lucky to survive that fire. But it left its mark—permanent scars that no amount of time or therapy could heal.
“Jace,” I whispered, my voice barely holding steady. “Before you go any further, there’s something I have to tell you.”
His brow furrowed as his eyes searched mine. “What is it, sugar?”
“The night of the fire… my injuries. It wasn’t just smoke inhalation.
” I swallowed hard. “I was burned on my right side––badly. The doctors did what they could, but there are scars—ones I hate looking at, ones I’ve never shown anyone before,” I admitted, letting him know the extent of my vulnerability in this moment.
Jace didn’t say a word at first. His hands stayed right where I’d stopped them––his eyes didn’t waver from mine.
“Cassie,” he said finally, his voice low and rough.
“You think any of that could change how I see you?” He sat up straighter, closing the space between us until our foreheads touched.
“You think I give a damn about a few scars? They’re just proof your body was strong enough to overcome circumstances that should’ve killed you.
Even more proof as to why you’re stronger than anyone I know. ”
My breath hitched, eyes welling as tears threatened to spill, but he didn’t give me the chance to pull away. He brushed a strand of hair from my face and whispered, “Let me see you, sugar. All of you. Don’t be afraid.”
Slowly, my fingers curled around the hem of my shirt. My heart pounded, my chest tight with fear.
When I lifted the fabric, Jace’s eyes never shifted—not once. He didn’t flinch, didn’t gasp. He just reached out, his thumb tracing the edge of one of the scars like it was something sacred.
I lifted my head toward the ceiling, trying to hold in the rest of my tears.
Jace shifted his body, placing me gently on my back, everything from my waist up completely exposed under the glow of the lamps on the nightstands.
He kissed me gently along my neckline, his lips tracing a path down my chest, finding my nipples already taut and begging for attention. He trailed kisses down my stomach, kneading my nipples between his fingers. The burning between my thighs growing more intense by the second.
Instead of continuing downward, Jace placed his soft lips on each of my scars, kissing them as if they matched the flesh he had kissed just seconds before—as if the scars weren’t even there. He was proving what I hated most about my body was just another part of me that made him want me even more.
He pulled his body over mine, his hands on either side of my head now.
“Take those off,” he commanded. I stared deep into his eyes, sliding the sweatpants down my legs and tossing them on the floor. A thin lace thong the only thing covering me now.
“Your turn,” I said, smiling as he placed a kiss on my forehead, then on my cheek.
“Once you let the beast out, sugar, there’s no going back. Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, his voice strong.
Without a word, I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs, letting him feel how badly I wanted him inside me. He pulled the fabric aside, his fingers sliding across my slick entrance. He lifted them to his mouth and licked them clean, stunning me.
“Like sweet strawberries,” he whispered, as he unfastened his jeans in one quick motion, freeing his hard length.
“Jace, I-I don’t think—” I stuttered, not sure I’d be able to take him entirely. Jace was beyond well endowed. No wonder Sally Anne wanted him so badly. I bet there were rumors all around town about Jace and his stallion.
“I’ll be gentle, baby,” he said with a cocky grin. He knew exactly what I was thinking, and he loved every second of it.
“Spread your legs as wide as you can, and relax your body,” he commanded, pulling my thong off and holding my thighs open as he admired the part of me he was about to destroy, sending me into eternal bliss.
“I’m clean, Cassie. I haven’t been with anyone since I came back from Florida,” he said, his voice low, steady.
“I haven’t been with anyone since the fire,” I admitted, heat blooming in my chest. “I’m clean too.”
“If I do anything you’re not comfortable with, just tell me to stop and I will, sugar. This is your night, your moment. You get whatever you want, understand?” he said, his tone deep and gentle. “If you want me to stop, we stop. If you want to me keep going, we keep going.”
“Keep going,” I moaned, my body filled with anticipation.
Like a switch had turned on, Jace stopped holding back. Positioning himself at my entrance, slowly sliding into me, talking me through it inch by inch, until he was deep inside me.
“Relax, sugar,” he said, kissing my neck slowly. “You’re already taking it so good. I’m so proud of you.” He pulled out just as slowly as he’d slid into me. In slowly, out slowly. Goosebumps scattered all throughout my body.
“Jace, you’re so…” I couldn’t think of the right word. Big? Hard? Deep? All of the above? He wrapped his hand around my hair, pulling in a way that made me burn for him even more than I already did.
He picked up his pace. “You fit around me so perfectly, you know that? Like your pussy was made for me. Made to be wrapped around my cock.” The pain of him pushing deeper blended into pleasure, sending a tingle up my spine and across my chest.
Outside, the wind howled and the snow piled higher by the minute, the bitter cold settling in for the night. Yet here I was, a heat wave rolling through me, desire burning deep. Finally unleashed after being held back for so long. The consequences? Nothing but pure, unshakable happiness.
No other guy I had ever been with before compared to Jace McKinley. He reached places I never thought a man could. He made pain feel like pleasure, took what scared me the most and turned it into something beautiful.
Holding onto my back, Jace flipped us over. Now I was seated on top of him, taking every last bit of his length. I tilted my head back, moaning his name as the pleasure began to build at my center. “Jace,” I whispered, letting out another breathy moan.
“I know, baby. I can feel you getting tighter. Let it out, sugar. Show me how much you love my cock,” he said, sending me over the edge of the imaginary cliff.
I didn’t just yell, I screamed his name.
The pleasure burning through my body was something I had never felt before.
Jace stared at me as I came undone, thrusting harder and harder, making the moment last even longer than I thought possible.
He grabbed my hips, driving me up and down on his cock, the middle of my body completely numb to it all.
I took in long jagged breaths, getting feeling back in my body as pleasure started to snowball through me again.
“You want more don’t you, Cass?” he asked, knowing exactly how he was making me feel.
“I can see it in your eyes, begging to be fucked all night long. Take my cock so many times that you can’t leave this cabin in the morning, even if you wanted to,” he said, as if he was begging me to call his bluff, so he’d have a reason to prove he could really go all night.
But I believed him. After tonight, I knew whatever Jace McKinley said he was capable of in the bedroom—he was.
“You think I’m just some playboy who wants a piece of ass every night? The only ass I’ve thought about for the last two years was yours. And it’s better than anything I could’ve ever imagined,” he said, slapping my bottom hard, a yelp coming from my mouth.
Words, Cassie. Use your words. But the man had left me speechless.
“Jace, I’m going to come again,” I whined, pleasure rising all the way to the top of my head.
Jace grabbed my legs, spreading them wider and making me slip even further onto his cock.
I loved the way he took command during sex.
He didn’t make me take the lead or beg for what I wanted.
He knew what I needed and controlled every moment with perfect ease.
“Hold on, sugar. Don’t come until I tell you to, understand? I want to feel your perfect pussy clench down on my cock when I fill you up,” he said, grabbing my hips to pound me down harder on his length. My breasts swelled from the pleasure coursing through my body.
Up, down. Up, down.
“Jace… baby… I can’t hold on much longer.” I moaned in frustration, needing him to come so badly my body was losing control.
“Whose pussy is that, Cassie?” he asked, eyes locked on mine.
“It’s yours, Jace. It’s all yours,” I moaned, looking up at the ceiling, my body no longer capable of holding back.
I dove forward, my head landing on Jace’s chiseled chest, his heart pounding underneath. He grabbed my ass tight before slapping it again, sending me over the edge a final time.
He thrusted me down again, holding me in place this time. His cock pulsed against my walls as his seed coated everything with a soft warmth. He moaned in pleasure, holding on to the back of my head like it was the only thing keeping him from floating away.
When his cock stopped pulsing, I leaned in, kissing him softly, his length still deep inside of me. He cupped my chin, holding me in place as his tongue collided with mine, the passion between us building.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in close to me. He stopped kissing my lips, making his way down to my breasts instead. Sucking gently, he nibbled and pulled on my already sensitive nipples.
I had died and gone to heaven. I was sure of it. No man had ever worshiped my body the way Jace McKinley did.
I wanted––needed––this night to last for an eternity.