Chapter 29 #3
There is movement in the doorway. When Ava and I glance up, I take a step back, giving Ava back her personal space.
Jace walks in, unbuttoning his dress coat.
He looks up, catching Ava’s glare and my scowl.
“As for me, Ava, I am with Dr. Lilla Lane because I crave her in a way I never craved you. She is better in every way: driven, successful, self-made. And she tastes so fucking good.” Jace takes his finger, licking off what I assume is the last of my cum.
Ava starts towards the door, “It’s in your best interest to leave Lilla alone.
She’s mine, and I don’t like my possessions toyed with.
” Ava nods and rushes out. Jace follows behind her.
When the door shuts, I hear the lock turn and latch.
Jace rounds the corner, removing his dress coat and hanging it on the bathroom hook.
My eyes scan his body, making my heart race.
The longer my gaze strays, the faster it pumps.
Jace’s eyes darken with craving. With each step, he rolls his sleeves, revealing his dark, tattooed forearms. “Tell me who you are, Lilla Lane?” His voice is dark, deep, and driven with desire that fuels my insides, warming me to my core.
I try to find my words, but the closer he gets, the harder it becomes. His body is now flush against mine, pushing me into the counter. “I’m not yours—” His lip twitches as a smirk raises the corner of his mouth, emphasizing his five o’clock shadow.
Jace’s hand snakes up, grabbing the back of my neck.
“Let me tell you who I see.” His lips press against my neck.
He whips me around, forcing me to look in the mirror.
He whispers against me, “You are a strong, self-made woman who brings me to my god damn knees.” Then he slowly turns me around, pressing me against the counter, and he works his kisses around to my mouth, stealing my lips for his own pleasure.
“Then why aren't you on them?” My voice comes out breathless and shaky.
He starts to lower himself, watching me through his dark, hooded eyes.
When his knees hit the bathroom tile, my hand comes up, intertwining my fingers through his hair.
His lips glide against my inner thigh, creating goosebumps across my body.
He places his knees between my legs, pushing them apart.
Sliding his soft hand up my dress, his fingers dance just below my bare pussy.
I grab his hair, forcing his head up to look at me.
“Beg.” Holding onto his hair like my own personal reins, he swallows hard as his Adam's apple bobs.
“Let me taste you, baby.” I pull his hair harder. “Please, let me taste you.” My smile is devious.
“Is that the best you've got?” I’m holding his head firmly in my hand, his eyes darting between mine.
“Lilla, baby, let me make you feel good, release everything, while I eat you like you’re my last god damn meal. Please let me feast, because I can’t control the hunger any longer.” His eyes fight for mine, for my acceptance.
I push his head, adjusting my hold on his hair, “Who am I to say no, after you stood up for me all night, and begged me like the good fucking man that you are. Eat me like I’m yours, like I’m the only thing keeping you alive.
” I bite my lip as my words fall softly and demanding.
He hikes up my dress fully, setting his face between my legs.
His breath warms my leg, his breath slow and deliberate, his tongue slides along my hot skin.
He looks up with hunger as his words come out in a growl, “I’m going to show you just how mine you already are.
” His voice nearly has me undone. Without wasting a moment, his tongue slides between my slit, making my legs buckle.
A blast of heat overtakes me, chest rising and falling, my knuckles turn white from my hold.
He feasts, like he’s claiming me, giving me no choice but to surrender, and I want to.
His touch is purposeful, demanding, as he moans into me. With one hand, he uses two fingers to open me, giving him full access to my clit. With each pass of his tongue, the pressure intensifies. A moan slips from me, making him push into me harder.
The other hand slides behind my thigh, confidently gliding around my body, finding the pressure point that sends a shock of intensity through me, making my back arch and head drop back.
With another moan, he slides his finger into me.
His tongue licks me like he’s savoring every last taste, slow and steady.
The pressure builds as he moves with the rhythm of my body, riding his face.
I squeeze his head between my thighs, gripping him tighter, “More, Jace. I need more.” At my demand, he adds another finger, stretching me.
Moaning and gliding across his tongue, his beard rubs against my thighs, making me sink deeper onto him.
I can feel myself using him as a kickstand.
As my mind lets go, the thoughts spiral.
I want him. I need him. I want him to be mine.
He curls his fingers in me, as his tongue works in tandem with each thrust, and curl, biting and sucking, he summons the orgasm we have both craved. My moans are breathless, heavy, and needy. My hand finds their way back to his hair, moving his head away from my swollen, pulsating bud, “Jace–”
He stands with his mouth glistening with my cum. There is a knock at the door, making us smile. “Who is Lilla Lane? You are my favorite fucking delicacy. Freshen up, I’ll get it. Just remember who you belong to, baby. Who you’ve always belonged to.”
I nod because he did it. He made me fall in love with him, giving up my soul and letting my guard down. I nod because there is no denying how he makes me feel, cherished like I’m all he sees, and worshiped like I’m all he’ll ever need.