Chapter 15 #5
Before she could recover, I surged up and positioned myself at her entrance. Our eyes locked, and in that moment of perfect connection, I pushed inside her in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck—” we both cried out in unison.
She was impossibly tight and hot around me, her body still pulsing from her orgasm. I stilled for a moment, fighting for control, not wanting this to end too soon. But Jupiter had other ideas. She wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her heels into my lower back, urging me to move.
“Hard,” she demanded, her nails raking down my back. “I need you to fuck me hard.”
Her words shattered my restraint. I withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her, setting a brutal pace that had the loveseat creaking beneath us. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, my hips pistoning relentlessly.
Jupiter matched me thrust for thrust, her body rising to meet mine, taking everything I gave her and demanding more. Her eyes glowed with power, starlight bleeding into her irises as her magic responded to her hunger.
“Harder, Theo—Oh god—”
I went harder, faster, deeper, until we were slick with sweat, ruining her shower in the best way. I fucked her into the cushions as she moaned my name, and thought to myself how I’d never, ever felt this kind of pleasure in my life. Pleasure so achingly delicious that my eyes watered.
Without breaking our connection, I slid my arms beneath her and stood, lifting her effortlessly.
She clung to me, her legs locked around my waist, arms around my neck as I carried her to the bed.
I laid her down on the soft mattress and immediately covered her body with mine, driving back into her pussy.
I captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as our bodies moved together perfectly.
“Theo,” she panted, breaking the kiss. “I’m fucking close. So close.”
I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it in time with my thrusts. “Come for me again, love. Coat my cock until we’re dripping.”
She closed her eyes and moaned, her whole body locking up as she came hard. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My own release barreled through me like a freight train, but I didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop fucking her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders. “Please don’t stop. I need more. I need—”
I kept thrusting, my cock still rock-hard despite my release, driven by a primal need to claim her completely. Sweat slicked our bodies as we moved together, the bed frame hitting the wall with each powerful thrust.
“Mine,” I growled against her throat, not even recognizing my own voice. “You’re mine.” I fucked her harder, deeper, losing myself in the perfect heat of her body.
When her third orgasm approached, I felt it building in the trembling of her thighs, the tightening of her muscles. I slowed my pace, grinding against her rather than thrusting, wanting to draw out her pleasure.
“Look at me,” I commanded softly.
Her eyes met mine. Fuck she was beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’d ever bloody seen, and she was looking at me like she wanted to devour me. I came again hard, pouring everything I had into her as she shattered around me, her inner walls milking me dry.
We collapsed together onto the mattress, our bodies still intertwined, both of us panting heavily, my heart thundering against my ribcage as I held her close.
Slowly, gently, I pressed my lips to hers in a tender kiss.
When I finally pulled out of her, I rolled onto my back, still struggling to catch my breath.
The ceiling above us swirled slightly, my vision not quite steady.
I felt her shift beside me, rolling onto her stomach, her face turned toward me.
Her black hair was a wild, silky tangle around her shoulders, and I’d never seen anything more gorgeous.
I turned onto my side and gently ran my fingertips along her arm, tracing invisible patterns across her shoulder and down the smooth expanse of her back. Her tattooed skin was like satin beneath my touch, still flushed and warm.
“Please don’t regret it,” Jupiter said suddenly.
Her words caught me off guard, breaking my reverent concentration. I blinked at her.
“What I mean is… I hope you don’t come up with some bullshit reason why what we just did was a bad idea.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you some kind of mind reader?”
She rolled her eyes. “I just know that look on your face.”
I groaned, dropping my head back onto the pillow for a moment. “I don’t regret a single moment, Jupiter. Not one second. But...” I sighed, “my shield brothers are going to kick my ass when they find out.”
She shrugged one delicate shoulder, looking utterly unconcerned. “I don’t see why. I’ve already been eaten out by Jamie and kissed Phoenix.”
My eyes widened as I absorbed that nugget of information, my brain stuttering to a halt on one particular detail. “I’m sorry—Jamie? Did you say Jamie?”
“Yes.”
“But... Jamie’s a virgin. He’s had an aversion to women ever since Eliza. He barely even speaks to most of them.”
“Technically it was in a dream,” she clarified, her cheeks flushing slightly.
I shook my head, still stunned. “That’s still... For Jamie to even be comfortable touching you? It means a great deal, actually.”
Her expression grew uncertain. “Are you mad? About the others, I mean?”
“Mad?” I reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “No, love. I’m actually relieved. It makes telling the guys what happened infinitely easier.”
She smiled then, some of the tension seeping out of her.
We lay there for a while longer, talking softly about nothing important, until she yawned and admitted she needed to use the bathroom.
As she slipped from the bed, I admired the graceful lines of her naked body before she disappeared through the door.
While she was gone, I pulled my pants back on, and glanced around her room. My eyes landed on her desk, where several books were stacked haphazardly. One in particular caught my attention, its spine clearly visible, bearing the title “Breaking Shield Bonds: Theory and Practice.”
Jupiter returned wearing a simple sleep shirt that fell to mid-thigh. She crawled back into bed beside me, hesitating only briefly before laying her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
“Stay?” she murmured, already sounding half-asleep.
“As long as you want me,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Her breathing deepened and slowed, her body growing heavier against mine as sleep claimed her. I stared up at the ceiling, my mind racing. The book on her desk nagged at me, a reminder that no matter how right this felt, Jupiter still carried scars from her past that might never fully heal.
I tightened my arm around her, as if I could somehow protect her from memories and pain. Eventually, my own exhaustion won out, and I drifted off to sleep with the scent of her hair filling my senses and her warmth seeping into my bones.