Chapter 15 #2
I drop my hand. He goes back in. And this time, I let myself fall apart.
It’s relentless—like everything he does.
Every flick of his tongue is a punishment.
Every suck of his lips is a reminder that this is his mouth, and I’m the only thing he wants to fill it with.
He fucks me with his tongue until I’m shaking, thighs trembling, moaning like a woman I don’t recognize.
The kind who’s never been touched like this.
The kind who never thought she’d want to be.
The orgasm hits fast. Hard.
I cry out but he keeps going. I try to close my thighs, but he holds them open. The sensation is too much, but he draws it out until it hurts.
Finally, he pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Mine,” he mutters. “Fucking mine.”
He climbs over me. Kisses me—deep, filthy, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
And then positions himself at my entrance.
My heart stops. This is it.
“Jacob…. I’m scared.”
He kisses my throat. “I know.”
He presses the tip against me, just enough to make my body lock.
“But you’re gonna take it,” he murmurs, voice low and absolute, like prophecy carved into stone. “Every inch. Every goddamn inch you begged for.”
My body trembles. My thighs twitch, caught between wanting to close and spread wider.
“I—I don’t know if I can—”
His hand snaps up, hard fingers gripping my jaw, forcing my eyes to his.
“You can. And you will.”
Then he pushes. Not a brutal shove, just enough to split me open on him.
The pain flares, white-hot, stealing my breath. My back bows off the mattress, my cry ripping free before I can stop it.
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t soothe. He holds me there, locked on the edge, letting me feel it—every stretch, every ounce of pain, every humiliating reminder that this is what it feels like to be filled with a man possessed.
My nails claw his shoulders, digging into muscle. I don’t know if I’m trying to pull him closer or shove him away. Tears sting my eyes. Shame floods my chest. My hips twitch, searching for relief that doesn’t exist. And then his mouth is at my ear, breath hot, words hotter.
“Look at me.”
It takes everything I have to peel my eyes open. He’s above me—feral, unholy, beautiful.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” he rasps. His voice fractures like he’s holding back from shattering completely. “You’re breaking for me so beautifully.”
He pushes deeper and I sob. The sound doesn’t even feel human. Just raw pain, ripped from somewhere low in my gut. This isn’t what it felt like with Tyler. It hurt sure, but this… this is a whole new level.
“I know it hurts,” he whispers, teeth grazing my jaw. “But you wanted this. You begged for this.”
He moves deeper. Another shock of fire ripping through me. My legs kick against the sheets, helpless, searching for ground that isn’t there.
“Say it,” he growls, thrust grinding deeper. “Say you wanted it.”
My breath stutters, my voice cracks. “I—I wanted it.”
His eyes burn into mine. “You wanted me.”
“Yes.”
And then—he slams the rest of the way in. The scream rips out of me, gutted and broken. And he moans—a sound of wreckage and worship—as if sliding into me was the one thing he’s been starving for his entire fucking life.
The world detonates.
I don’t know where I end, and he begins. Just pain. The stretch is unbearable, pressure blooming so deeply it takes my breath away. My throat tears with a gasp, but there’s no air.
No thought. Only him.
He doesn’t move. His body shakes above mine, arms trembling with restraint.
His forehead presses to mine, sweat slicking his brow.
“You’re mine now,” he murmurs, dragging his lips across my jaw. “And I’ll carve it into your fucking soul if I have to.”
He pulls back—just a little—and thrusts again. The pain slices through me, raw and electric. My body arches, caught between a scream and a moan.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grits out, jaw clenched. “So small.”
I shake my head, trying to breathe through it. “I—I can’t—”
Another thrust, it feels even deeper. I bite my lip until I taste blood.
He’s breaking me. And I want him to. I want it. Because buried inside the pain is something else. Something I don’t want to name. Something twisted and terrifying and real.
He watches me—pupils blown wide, mouth parted, reverent.
“You wanted to know what it feels like to be ruined?” he says. “This is it.”
His hips start to move with rhythm. Slow at first. Letting my body adjust—or maybe he enjoys the way I struggle against him. Each thrust sends shockwaves through me. The pain is still there, but it’s changing. Morphing into heat. Into something that coils low in my stomach like a fuse being lit.
He angles and finds a spot that I didn’t know existed. It feels like heaven and hell at the same time, and I can’t help but scream. I feel my eyes rolling back when he picks up speed. He continues to fuck me with purpose. With fury. Like I’ve wronged him. Like I owe him this.
“You think anyone else could’ve given you this?” Jacob snarls, bitter and tight. “You think they would’ve known what to do with you?”
He grabs my thigh and yanks it higher around his waist and drives in deeper.
I cry out. Loud. Broken. Undone.
“I’m the only one who sees you,” he growls, slamming into me. “The only one who knows what you need. And right now, you need to come for me. Let me feel you explode on me.”
He shifts down the bed, pulling me with him. He stands at the end, holding my legs wide and circles my clit with the pad of his thumb as he drives into me.
The pressure building inside me, coupled with his attack on my sensitive bud sends shockwaves through me.
I open my legs wider for him, allowing him better access.
I raise my head to watch the way he fucks me—seeing his length sliding in and out of me, the slickness of my arousal gleaming on him with every thrust makes the experience even hotter—even wilder.
He moves his thumb lower, gathering some of my fluid and using it as lubricant to glide over my clit.
“There she is. How good do you look, taking me. Taking all of me.” He purrs.
From the centre of my very soul, I feel the orgasm coming to crash—it’s too much, a feeling like I’m going to wet myself pours over me. He’s splitting me open in ways I didn’t know a body could survive.
Jacob feels it— sees it. I know from the way his jaw locks, the way his thrusts turn savage—hard, punishing, like he’s trying to fuck his name into my bones. The bed groans under us, wood shrieking with each slam. The headboard hammers the wall in time with my heartbeat.
The whole house vibrates with my screams. Anyone within a mile radius must hear me being wrecked. And I don’t care. I want them to hear. I want them to know what it sounds like when a woman gets taken apart and put back together in the hands of the devil.
Then he slows. Pulls almost all the way out, leaving me empty, ruined. My body seizes at the loss, clawing for him like an addict.
“You want to come on my cock, baby?” he whispers, lips brushing my ear, breath thick with heat and sin. “Then beg.”
I hate him. I crave him. I want him.
My hips lift, desperate, trying to take him back in. My body betrays me, chasing the very man who broke it. I’m past shame. Past dignity. Past anything but need.
“Please,” I breathe, the word torn and ugly.
He doesn’t move.
“Louder.”
My throat tightens, but I give him what he wants.
“Please, Jacob. Please let me come— fuck!”
He slams into me so hard the air leaves my lungs. A scream rips out of me—raw, helpless. His thumb moves back to my clit, applying more pressure and faster motions. My eyes roll back into my head—I’m certain I’m going to pass out from the pleasure that’s igniting my body.
“That’s it,” he snarls, grinding deep, brutal, relentless. “That’s what I like. Scream for me, Summer”
His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head until my eyes crash into his.
“Look at me,” he growls, every word a command that sears into bone. “When you come, you’ll do it with your eyes on mine. No hiding. No running. I want to see your soul burn for me every time you come.”
And then it detonates. My orgasm tears through me like a gunshot, violent and merciless. My body convulses around him, trembling, shattering. I sob into the air between us, forced to hold his gaze, every nerve white-hot with fire. Tears trickle down my cheeks, rolling into my mouth.
Jacob doesn’t let up. He drives me through it, watching me unravel, claiming every flicker of my ruin like it belongs to him. Because it does.
He lets out a roar—animal, primal—and thrusts once, twice more before he spills into me, hips jerking, hands clutching at my wrists like I’m the only thing anchoring him to the world.
The moment stretches, heavy and breathless.
His weight settles over me, solid and shaking. His mouth finds my throat again, kissing me like he worships me. I can still feel him inside me. Still feel the echo of every thrust. Every word.
Now, something darker has replaced the fear I felt. Something that feels an awful lot like victory.
He didn’t just take something from me tonight.
I gave it to him.
And in doing so… I think I took a piece of him, too.