Chapter 47
EMMA
His fingers are at the same time too thick and not enough. I roll my hips, pressing my head to the door, wanting more.
His thumb starts rubbing softly over my clit, short barely-there strokes that make me press my hips forward, searching for more.
He makes a low, approving sound in his throat. "You want this, don't you? You want me to chase you, to fuck you against the door."
I shake my head, but I rub myself on his hard cock behind me.
He chuckles darkly. "Liar."
He shoves my jeans and underwear to the top of my thighs. Then his hand leaves my mouth and moves to my throat. His other hand works his belt, the sound of metal clinking loud in the darkness.
I moan when I feel the thick head of his cock pressing between my legs. Spreading my feet as far apart as I can, restricted as I am from my jeans, I brace my hands against the door and arch my lower back. "Please.”
He pushes into me in one quick thrust, burying himself to the hilt, and I cry out, my fingers scrabbling against the wood.
He groans against my neck, his hand tightening slightly on my throat. “I’m not going to stop, Emma,” he says softly, a dark warning.
I crane my neck back, surrendering to his touch. “I didn’t ask you to.”
Growling, he fucks me hard and fast, each thrust driving me forward against the door, my elbows knocking. I gasp with each drive, loving the firm grip of his hand at my throat, holding me in place, loving the way he’s controlling the angle.
I'm completely at his mercy.
It's primal.
It’s perfect.
"Say it," he demands, his voice rough with need. He trails his hand up to pinch my nipple through my shirt. "Say you're mine."
I bite my lip, slipping a hand between my legs to touch myself.
He grabs my hand and pins it over my head, pulling out almost all the way. "Say it."
"You don’t get to claim me without me claiming you back." I rotate my hips, teasing the head of his cock.
He stills behind me, as if he’s surprised.
Then he thrusts all the way back into me. “Emma.”
I moan as he hits that perfect spot inside me. "Take me.” But I know I’ve taken him too.
His rhythm turns relentless, hard, almost punishing, and I love it. I feel the orgasm building fast—too fast. The adrenaline, the game, the knowledge that it's him inside me, claiming me, owning me, me owning him—
I come hard, my body clenching around him, my cry echoing in my bedroom.
Jake groans, his hips stuttering, and then he's coming too, buried deep inside me, his hand tightening on my throat as he shudders against my back.
For a moment, we just stand there, both of us breathing hard, his body slumped on mine against the door.
Then he releases my throat and wraps both arms around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. He kisses the side of my head, my shoulder, my neck.
"Emma," he murmurs, his voice soft now, tender. "Fuck, Emma."
He picks me up and carries me to my bed, following me down, a tangle of limbs and clothes. He turns me in his arms so I'm facing him.
The moonlight filtering through the window is just enough for me to see his face—his deep ocean eyes, the sharp line of his jaw, the way he's looking at me like I'm everything.
He reaches up and brushes my hair back from my face, his touch gentle now.
"Let me see you," he says quietly as he unbuttons my shirt.