Chapter Five #2
Silence settled, thick but not uncomfortable. Her eyes stayed on mine, fear still there, but something softer edged in around it.
“In the bathroom earlier” -- she hesitated -- “you almost kissed me.”
Air lodged in my chest. “Yeah.”
“Stopped because of General? Because of Atilla?”
“I stopped because you were coming down from a panic spiral,” I said. “And because I wasn’t going to turn comfort into pressure.”
“So not because you didn’t want to.”
“Fuck no.”
Her breath caught. “Good.”
I traced my thumb over her knuckles. “You sure about us, Jade? The patch already connects us. My heart follows soon enough.”
She swallowed, throat working. “I’m scared of a lot of things. Roth. His people. My brother’s mess. Dragging you deeper. But you? You don’t scare me.”
Our bodies brushed when I stepped closer. “You don’t scare me either.”
“I probably should.”
“Maybe. But you don’t.”
My hand cupped her jaw. Warm skin. Soft. She leaned into the touch like she’d been waiting for permission to rest.
“Last chance,” I murmured.
She rose on her toes and brushed her mouth against mine. Light. Tentative. Enough to steal my breath.
“Don’t stop.”
That was all it took.
I kissed her like I meant it -- like I couldn’t afford to waste a single second.
My hands knew her, every curve and familiar line, and I traced them with care, with reverence, as much to steady myself as to ground her.
Jade melted into me, and the world shrank down to warmth and breath and the steady thrum of our hearts finally finding the same rhythm.
When I lifted her and carried her toward the bedroom, she laughed softly against my mouth -- quiet, breathless, real -- and the sound hit me straight in the chest. I set her down gently, like she was something precious, something worth protecting, and brushed my thumb along her cheek.
“I’ve got you,” I told her.
I pushed her against the wall and pinned her there with one hand on her neck, claiming her as mine.
My other hand trailed down her body, grazing over every inch of skin it touched.
Slowly, I removed her – my – hoodie and shirt, revealing her lacy black bra that pushed her breasts up enticingly.
I groaned as I cupped them in my hands, teasing her nipples, which hardened under my touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her ear, feeling a surge of possessiveness course through me.
She moaned in response, arching into my touch.
Undressing her slowly, deliberately, I threw back my head and growled low in my throat when she wiggled out of my sweat pants and let them drop to the floor.
My cock throbbed against my zipper, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
Hooking a finger in the waistband of her lacy thong, I tugged it down with slow deliberation until she was standing before me completely naked. My gaze traveled up and down her body. She bit her lower lip and looked up at me with those big eyes that always made my heart race.
“You have the prettiest fucking body I’ve ever seen.
” I groaned, unable to resist taking advantage of this moment to assert my dominance over her.
And then without warning, I grabbed hold of both sides of her face and kissed her hard -- punishing yet possessive -- until she melted into me completely.
I picked her up, making sure to get a good feel of those luscious ass cheeks pressed against my rock-hard cock as I did so, then kicked off my shoes before laying back on the bed with her straddling my hips. Her eyes were dark pools of desire as she leaned down toward me hungrily.
I flipped us and grabbed hold of her wrists, pinning them above her head on either side of the mattress before plunging my tongue deep into her waiting mouth again.
I snaked my other hand down between our bodies until it found what I was searching for -- that tiny sliver of bare skin between her legs.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” I circled one finger gently around her clit.
She moaned against my mouth. She reached up, fingers tracing the patch on my cut with something like reverence. “Kane.”
The way she said my name was enough to set my blood on fire.
I pressed my lips to hers again, harder this time.
No more hesitation. No more holding back.
Her mouth opened under mine, and I tasted coffee and something sweeter -- trust, maybe.
Desire. The kiss deepened, her tongue sliding against mine as her hands fisted in my shirt.
“Too many clothes,” she murmured against my mouth.
I couldn’t agree more. I quickly ditched my clothes, tossing them aside. When her fingers grazed my abs, I sucked in a breath. “Careful, sweetheart.”
“Why?” A hint of challenge sparked in her eyes.
“Because I’ve wanted you since I first saw you,” I admitted, voice rough. “And I’m hanging on by a thread here.”
She pressed her palm flat against my heart. “Then let go.”
Those words snapped something inside me. I kissed a path down her throat, feeling her pulse race against my lips.
A blush spread across her skin. “Kane…”
I lowered my head, taking one nipple into my mouth. She arched beneath me, a soft moan escaping her lips as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive peak. My hand found her other breast, kneading gently.
Her back arched, her body responding to every touch like she’d been waiting for this moment as long as I had. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, the soft sounds she made when I sucked harder, the way her fingers clutched at my shoulders.
“Fuck.” I groaned against her skin. “I’ve thought about this. About you. Under me. Over me. Every damn way.”
I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand slid down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump beneath my palm. Then I reached between her thighs.
“Jesus, Jade,” I whispered, circling her clit with my thumb.
She gasped, hips bucking against my hand. “Please.”
That single word nearly broke me. I slid one finger inside her, then another, watching her face as she took me in. Her eyes fluttered closed, lips parted, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Look at me,” I commanded, voice rough with need.
Her eyes opened, darkened with desire, locked on mine as I worked my fingers deeper, curling them to find that spot that made her cry out. Her walls tightened around me, and I knew she was close already.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Let me see you come apart.”
“Kane,” she moaned, my name a prayer on her lips. “I need --”
“I know what you need.” I lowered my head, replacing my thumb with my mouth, tasting her properly for the first time. Salt and sweetness exploded on my tongue, and I groaned against her core, the vibration making her thighs tremble.
I worked her with my tongue and fingers relentlessly, determined to give her this release, to watch her shatter beneath me. Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me against her as her hips rolled in rhythm with my strokes.
When she came, it was with my name on her lips, her body arching off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head. I didn’t stop, drawing out her pleasure until she was gasping, pulling at my hair, begging me to come up.
I kissed my way back up her body, savoring the salt on her skin, the flush that had spread across her chest. When I reached her mouth, I kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“I need you,” she whispered against my lips. “Now.”
I reached for the nightstand drawer, but her hand caught mine.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “And I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in…” She trailed off, color rising in her cheeks.
“I’m clean too,” I assured her. “Get tested every month. Club rule.”
Relief washed over her face, followed by desire so intense it stole my breath. I positioned myself between her thighs, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. Every nerve ending screamed for me to thrust hard, to claim her completely, but I held back, watching her face.
“You sure?” I asked, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. I needed to give her one more chance to change her mind, to make certain this was what she wanted.
Jade nodded, her hands sliding up my arms to my shoulders. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
With one slow, deliberate push, I entered her. The tight heat of her body gripping mine nearly undid me on the spot. I buried my face against her neck, breathing in her scent as I fought for control. “Fuck. You feel so goddamn perfect.”
Her legs wrapped around my waist, drawing me deeper. I pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again, watching her face contort with pleasure. Each stroke built a rhythm that had us both panting, her nails digging into my back hard enough to leave marks I’d wear proudly.
“Kane.” She moaned, her eyes locked on mine. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I picked up the pace, driving into her with controlled power, making sure to hit that spot that had her gasping with each thrust. Her breasts bounced with our movements, and I couldn’t resist lowering my head to capture one nipple between my teeth, tugging gently.
The sound she made went straight to my cock. I felt myself grow even harder inside her, my own release building at the base of my spine.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, shifting my weight to one arm. “Let me watch you.”
She slid her hand between our bodies, fingers circling her clit as I continued to pump into her. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I filled her was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, my voice rough. “Show me how good it feels.”
Her walls began to pulse around me, her movements growing more frantic. I knew she was close again, and I was determined to feel her come apart around my cock.
“You gonna come for me again?” I snapped my hips harder. “Gonna squeeze my cock with that tight pussy?”
“Yes.” She gasped, her eyes wide and dark. “I’m so close, Kane. So close.”