Chapter 57 #2
I took my time, exploring every inch of her with my tongue. Circling her clit, dipping inside her, licking back up to that sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking gently. Her hips lifted off the couch, seeking more, and I gave it to her. Gave her everything she needed.
Her moans filled the cabin, mixing with the sounds of the bayou outside, and I lost myself in the taste of her, the feel of her thighs trembling around my head, the way she said my name like a prayer.
“Jasper... oh God, Jasper...”
I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me, and curled them, finding that spot that made her cry out. I worked her with my fingers and my mouth, building her higher and higher, watching her face as she climbed toward the edge.
She was so beautiful like this. Flushed and desperate and completely mine. Not because I owned her, but because she’d given herself to me. Trusted me with this. With her pleasure, her vulnerability, her fear.
I’d protect that trust with my life.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmured against her clit. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
She shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she cried out. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as she came down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs.
When she finally opened her eyes, they were soft and sated, the fear pushed back for now. Good. That was exactly what I wanted.
I stood, stripping off my shirt and jeans, and her gaze tracked every movement, darkening again as she took in my body. My cock was hard, aching, but I ignored it.
I lifted her from the couch, and she wrapped her legs around my waist instinctively, her arms going around my neck. I carried her to the wall, pressing her back against it, and she gasped at the cool wood against her heated skin.
“I love you,” I said, looking into her eyes, needing her to see the truth of it. “I love you so fuckin’ much it scares me sometimes.”
Her eyes softened, her hand coming up to cup my face. “I love you too.”
Those words. Those simple, perfect words meant everything.
I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her heat, her wetness, and pushed inside slowly. We both groaned at the sensation, her pussy stretching to accommodate me, gripping me like she never wanted to let go.
I didn’t move for a moment—just held her there, buried deep inside her, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible.
This. This was what I needed. Not just the physical pleasure—though fuck knew that was incredible.
But the connection. The knowledge that she was mine and I was hers, that we belonged to each other in a way that went beyond anything else.
“You feel that?” I asked, my voice rough. “Feel how perfectly you fit around me? Like you were made for me.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I started to move, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate. I wanted her to feel every inch of me, wanted to imprint myself on her body and her soul. Wanted her to know that no matter what came for us, we had this. We had each other.
My mouth found hers, kissing her deeply, pouring everything I felt into it. All the love, all the devotion, all the desperate need to keep her safe. She kissed me back just as fiercely, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist.
“Never gonna let anythin’ hurt you,” I murmured against her lips. “Never gonna let anyone take you from me. You’re safe, baby. Always safe with me.”
She moaned, her head falling back against the wall, and I took advantage, kissing down her throat, sucking marks into her skin. Not to claim her like property, but to remind her—and myself—that this was real. That she was here, alive, with me.
I could feel her tightening around me, her second orgasm building, and I adjusted my angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, and I loved every sound she made.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Let me hear you. Let me know how good I make you feel.”
“So good,” she gasped. “Jasper, you feel so good...”
I increased my pace slightly, still controlled but with more force behind each thrust. The wall shook with the impact, and she clung to me, taking everything I gave her.
My own release was building, pressure coiling at the base of my spine, but I held it back. Wanted her to come first. Needed to feel her fall apart around me before I let go.
I reached between us, finding her clit and rubbing it with my thumb. She cried out, her body going rigid, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around my cock in rhythmic pulses that nearly undid me.
“Fuck, Fiona,” I groaned, my control slipping. “Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect.”
I carried her back to the couch, laying her down and following her, never breaking our connection. I braced myself above her, looking down at her flushed face, her kiss-swollen lips, her eyes dark and satisfied.
“I love watchin’ you come,” I said, starting to move again. “Love knowin’ I’m the one who makes you feel like that.”
She smiled up at me, her hands sliding up my chest. “Only you.”
Those words hit me hard. Only me. Only I got to see her like this, vulnerable and open and trusting. Only I got to make her feel this way. I would never be her first, but I would damn sure be her last.
I made love to her slowly, deeply, each thrust a promise. A vow. I’d protect her. I’d cherish her. I’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her.
My darkness wasn’t about owning her. It was about keeping her safe. About being the wall between her and everything that wanted to destroy her. I’d be her shield, her weapon, her sanctuary.
Whatever she needed, I’d be it.
“Jasper,” she whispered, her hands framing my face. “I need you.”
“You have me,” I promised. “All of me. Everythin’ I am.”
I could feel my orgasm approaching, inevitable now, and I didn’t fight it. Instead, I let it build, let the pleasure wash over me, and when I finally came, it was with her name on my lips and my eyes locked on hers.
I filled her with everything I had, marking her from the inside, and she held me through it, her legs wrapped around me, her hands in my hair.
When it was over, I collapsed beside her, pulling her against my chest, holding her close. Our hearts beat in sync, our breathing gradually slowing, and I pressed kisses to her hair, her forehead—anywhere I could reach.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured. “Always got you, baby. Nothin’s gonna touch you. I promise.”
She snuggled closer, her hand resting over my heart. “I know.”
Those two words settled something in my chest. I know. She trusted me. And I’d spend the rest of my life proving that trust wasn’t misplaced.
I’d protect her from Sylvia, from the club politics, from the SUV that may or may not have been following us. I’d protect her from the whole goddamn world if I had to.
Because she was mine. The other half of my soul. The woman I’d chosen and who’d chosen me back. The one person in this fucked-up world who made everything make sense.
I tightened my arms around her, feeling her relax completely against me, the tension finally leaving her body. This was what I’d wanted. To give her peace, even if just for a little while. To remind her that no matter what darkness waited outside these walls, inside them she was safe.
Inside my arms, she was safe.
Always.