35. Chapter 35
Seren
I wasn’t ready for the way he pushed inside me, stretching me open like he was about to split me in half.
In the most addictive, devastating way.
His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit, drawing circles that made my whole body yield to his touch. “Yeah, fuck,” he hissed, teeth clenched as he eased deeper.
“Jake,” I whispered, the sound breaking out of me as my hands found his hair, gripping tight at the nape of his neck. He looked down between us, jaw slack, watching himself notch in a little farther.
Dropping his weight a little more, he moved closer. “Just a little more, mama,” he murmured against my ear, nibbling it. “You’re perfect, you know that? Every single damn thing about you has me wild.”
With one final move, he filled me completely, the heat of him, the pressure, the way my entire body seemed to tune itself to his without asking permission, was dragging me to a place I’d never been before.
I wasn’t ready for it.
But I wanted it all.
His breath caught against my cheek when I pulled him closer, his body trembling under my hands as he tried to hold himself together, his damp forehead dropping to mine.
“I need you,” I breathed, heat curling through my pleading. “You feel so good.”
A low sound rumbled through his chest in answer. “I’m trying so damn hard not to lose myself in you.”
I drew him in deeper. “Give it all to me. I can take it.”
His mouth hovered over mine, not quite kissing me. “Baby…please,” he said, voice cracking just slightly. “Give a guy a chance.”
A broken exhale left him, somewhere between a laugh and a groan, his nose brushing mine as his hips rolled again, slow, controlled, like he was fighting himself. I met his movement with one of my own as I whined and pleasure snapped through my body like a live wire.
“You’re gonna ruin me,” he murmured. “I swear to god, you’re gonna ruin me.”
I lifted my hand to his face, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “Jake?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Fuck me. Please.”
That was all it took. His eyes lit up with fire and ember, never once leaving mine.
Leaning in he bit my lip, soothing with a kiss after, drawn to me as if my breathy command had hooked straight into his chest. Even when he pulled back and drove into me, his gaze never wavered.
Intimacy pulsed through us like a plucked violin string, stealing the breath straight from my lungs as my body delved deeper into him—hips opening, core throbbing and tingling, a helpless sound tearing free as he fucked me straight into the bed.
His hands found my hips, fingers digging in, guiding every movement with a kind of desperate precision, and every time he pulled me into him, my body followed, chasing, our bodies in perfect rhythm.
The filthy sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room. My hands scrambled up his arms. His muscles flexed beneath my palms, before he gripped my thigh, tilting my pelvis to hit the exact spot I needed him to. “Oh shit, that’s so—Oh my god, yes.”
His breathing turned desperate as he began whispering in my ear about how good I felt, how hard he was, how much he loved being inside me. Every sweet word was sinful, filthy and served the sole purpose of pushing me closer to my orgasm.
I buried my face against his shoulder from the intensity of him and the heat racing through my core.
“That’s it,” he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to my collarbone, the tenderness of the gesture completely at odds with the broad, powerful body pinning me beneath him. “Stay with me…just like that. You feel how deep I am inside you?”
I nodded against him, though I wasn’t sure if it was coherent, if anything about me was anymore, because everything was building so fast. I was right on the edge of something I couldn’t stop.
“Jake—please—”
I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
But he did.
His hand came back between us, and I knew he wasn’t going to let me fall apart alone. Somehow, I knew he needed to be right there with me when it happened.
“I’ve got you,” he said, returning his fingers to my clit. My pussy pulsed and begged, right there on the precipice as pleasure took over every nerve in my body, climbing higher and higher.
Everything inside me felt too full, buzzing, oversensitive in a way that made even the smallest movement feel like too much and not enough at the same time.
I had no idea sex could feel like this. I wasn’t just in my body, but trapped inside it, a willing prisoner. So intimate and rough at the same time.
It was as though he could break me apart and still be the only thing keeping me together.
“I…I’m…Oh god…”
“I know,” he breathed, and I felt it, the way he said it as though he understood exactly where I was, like he could feel how close I was to losing it completely. His hand stayed right there, unrelenting and perfect, keeping me balanced on that edge I couldn’t step back from.
“Come on, baby…Give it to me.”
I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, the words torn out of me as it hit hard, waves crashing one after another, my whole body shaking as his other hand slipped behind my head, threading into my hair as he gently tipped my face back.
“Look at me,” he said for the second time tonight.
“Let me see what I do to you when you take me like this.” His hair had fallen across his forehead, and tension threaded in his neck, pulsing with each heartbeat.
He was a fallen angel who had made a deal with the devil, I was sure.
Those bright blue eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made everything disappear.
There was no teasing grin, no easy confidence, only raw unfiltered emotion written so plainly on his face.
“Fuck, fuck,” he cried out, as the hand in my hair tightened.
White-hot heat erupted in my core again, throwing me over the edge one more time just as he rammed into me once, twice, then he held taut with a final blow so deep I quivered with pleasure at the throbbing sensation of him filling me up.
He collapsed, and my body did the same, melting into the bed beneath us.
Slowly, he pulled out, his cum dripping out of me, and the emptiness that followed was so consuming, all I wanted was to pull him right back. But I didn’t have to because he shot down the bed and pushed his fingers inside me. I lifted up to rest on my elbows and watched as he fixated on my sex.
The satisfied hum ghosted across my suddenly needy clit again. “Already clenching like you want me back, huh, baby?”
Someone put a call in to the emergency services because I wasn’t going to survive this man.
“I…I…” Words were hard after that. Heat crawled up my body like a wildfire, fast and unstoppable, settling in my chest, my stomach, everywhere at once. Oh god, I could easily come again.
“Hey,” he said, nudging my inner thigh with his head, then nipping the skin there to get my attention.
“Don’t you dare hold back another orgasm.
” A feral grin spread across his face, popping that damn dimple.
I shook my head, but I was already falling apart again, my body giving me away.
“Especially not now I know how greedy your pussy is.”
He dove back down and swiped his tongue over my slit, moaning when he tasted both of us. “Fuck, we taste good together.”
I must have blacked out, because the next thing I remembered was a blinding light, and then coming back to myself, Jake kissing his way up my body, spreading our cum all over me with his tongue.
My nipples puckered under his attention as he pulled me back against his hard body, my back to his front.
I let myself sink into it, still floating somewhere between coming down and wanting to go right back under again. My heart leaped when he pressed a kiss just beneath my ear.
“I don’t know what the hell you just did to me, Seren,” he said quietly, his breath puffing in bursts against my neck. “But that was otherworldly.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that. I swallowed hard, heat blooming under my ribs until it covered almost every part of me.
I wanted to tell him that I’d never felt that before; I’d never been so connected to someone.
But the words jammed in my throat. How did I even say something like that out loud without sounding ridiculous?
Without sounding like I was confessing too much, too soon?
My breath stuttered anyway when he shifted, his nose brushing the length of the back of my neck, like he couldn’t stop touching me even if he tried. I felt him smile against my skin.
“Don’t go quiet on me now, mama.”
“I’m not,” I said, though my voice betrayed me. “I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and make a fool of myself.”
He squeezed my waist into him. “Just tell me what you’re thinking.”
God. If he only knew. My thoughts were sugary sweet, my insides practically turning to syrup at the thought of him.
I covered my face with my hands, heat spiking beneath them. It was a feeble attempt to stuff all the thoughts and feelings back into my brain.
I inhaled, held it, then exhaled, dropping my hands. “I didn’t know sex could be like that.”
“You mean,” he started, and I could hear the smile in his voice, “sexy, consuming, life changing, soul shaking?”
Yes, all of that and more.
He flipped me over onto my back and, suddenly, I was nose to nose with the very person I was trying to hide from. “Can I tell you something?”
I nodded, not missing what shined like reverence in his eyes.
“Not all sex is like that. We made that so fucking good, together. You made it that incredible.”
Maybe neither of us would be the same after that.
Especially because he continued to kiss me softly, then amped everything with nibbles, licks, and more pressure before he retreated, leaving me chasing him.
When he finally fucked me again, it was tender, and no part of my body was left untouched.
Affection poured out of him as he gazed down at me like he’d never get enough.
Gone was the dirty-talking Jake; the passion he’d wielded so effortlessly had turned to something he didn’t even try to hide anymore.