Chapter 10 Sabine
SABINE
Jace is an animal, prowling forward as his mouth claims me in a scorching kiss that has me throbbing and aching for him to touch me. The rough stubble on his jaw scrapes at my soft skin when his lips leave my mouth to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses on my neck.
"Christ," I moan, arching my head back as he pulls me harder against his body. His hands are as greedy as his lips, searching my back and sides, but he's a gentleman, not even so much as starting to remove any of my clothing yet.
But I feel how hard he is. The minute his groping guides me to straddle him where he sits against the headboard, I feel his dick and know what he's wanting.
And nothing is left to the imagination, either.
Those thin boxers can't hide how massive he is.
I settle over him and grind down on his length through the thin fabric of our pajamas and hear him growl in a cautionary sound.
"Whoa… careful now," he says against my skin. "I thought this was a kiss…" He's speaking like he's resisting, but we both know he's not going to last a second with a cock that rock hard.
"You asked to kiss me… I'm asking for more." My hands rest on his shoulders while I rock gently on his lap, feeling that bone-hard member grind against my core.
Jace’s hands clamp onto my hips like iron, stopping my next roll before it even starts.
“Sabine.” My name comes out as almost a growl.
“Look at me.” I force my eyes open. His pupils are blown wide, jaw clenched so tight I can see the muscle jump.
“You don’t get to set the pace,” he rumbles in a velvet voice.
“You asked for more, fine. But you take what I give you, exactly how I give it. Understand?”
The authority in it makes my stomach flip. It causes my core to tighten just thinking of him dominating me. It sounds so twisted, especially after what happened to me, but it turns me on that he's taking charge. And all I can do is bite my lip and nod.
“Good girl.” His thumbs stroke once over the waistband of my sleep shorts. “Hands on the headboard behind me. Don’t move them unless I say.”
I obey instantly, fingers curling around the cool wood above his shoulders. The position arches my back, pushes my chest toward him. He hums approval and leans in, mouth brushing the hollow beneath my ear.
“That’s perfect. Stay just like that.”
His lips trail fire down my throat, teeth scraping lightly, then soothing with his tongue. Every time I try to rock against him he tightens his grip on my hips, holding me still. The denial is maddening. I can feel how hard he is, thick and pulsing under his boxers, but he won’t let me chase it.
“Jace, please—”
“Shh.” He nips my collarbone. “You’ll get what you need. First, I want these off.”
Big hands slide up under my tank top, palms skating over my ribs. He doesn’t rip it. He peels it up slowly, exposing me inch by inch, watching my face the whole time like he’s memorizing every breath I take. When the fabric catches on my arms, he pauses.
“Arms up, soldier…”
I lift them and he pulls the tank over my head, tosses it somewhere across the room. Cool air hits my skin and my nipples tighten instantly. His gaze drops to my chest and all I see is lust. He's hungry for me.
“Fuck, look at you.” He cups one breast, thumb flicking the peak until I gasp. “These are mine. Every little sound you make, every shiver—all mine.”
He leans forward and takes the other nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough that my head falls back. His tongue circles, flicks, teeth graze just enough to make me jolt. Then he switches sides, giving the first one the same treatment until I’m trembling, thighs clenching around his hips.
When he finally pulls back, both nipples are swollen and glistening and I’m breathing like I’ve run miles.
“Shorts,” he says simply.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband and tugs. I lift my hips to help, and he drags the soft cotton down my legs, taking his time, kissing every new inch of skin he uncovers. When they’re gone, he rises up to his knees and guides me backward until I'm spread and trembling.
“Jesus Christ, Sabine.” His voice is reverent. “Spread wider for me. Show me how pretty you are.”
I let my knees fall open, completely exposed, and the growl he lets out is pure animal, a feral sound that has my pussy dripping for him like fucking Niagara Falls.
“That’s my good girl. So fucking obedient.”
He slides two fingers up my inner thigh, teasing me, stopping just short of where I’m aching. I whimper.
“Uh-uh,” he warns. “You stay still and quiet unless I ask you a question. Can you do that?”
I bite my lip and nod.
Jace rewards me by finally dragging those two fingers through me, parting me, circling my clit with exactly the right pressure. My hips jerk. his other hand pins my thigh down.
“What did I just say?”
“Sorry,” I gasp.
He circles again, slower, watching my face. “Sorry, what?”
“Sorry… sir.” I'm completely breathless. This man owns me now. His words alone are powerful enough to make me split open, and he knows how to use them.
His eyes flare. “Good fucking girl.”
He slides one finger inside me, then two, curling them just right. My back bows off the bed. He pumps slowly at first, thumb settling on my clit, rubbing in tight, perfect circles that make my toes curl.
“Eyes on me,” he orders.
I force them open. The intensity in his stare while he works me open is almost too much.
“You’re gonna come just like this,” he says, voice steady even as his forearm flexes with every stroke. “On my fingers, while I watch. And you’re not gonna look away. I want to see every second of it.”
He speeds up, fingers curling harder, thumb relentless. The pleasure coils tight and fast, almost embarrassing how quickly he’s got me there.
“Jace—”
“I know, baby. Let it happen. Show me how gorgeous you are when you fall apart for me.”
That’s all it takes. I shatter, crying out, clenching hard around his fingers as wave after wave crashes over me.
My chest lurches upward and my hips dip.
I grip his wrist as I'm wailing and writhing, and every sensation in my body is one pulse of pleasure after another. He doesn’t stop, just slows his strokes, drawing it out until I’m shaking and boneless.
When I finally sag against the headboard, he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, eyes locked on mine. “Perfect,” he murmurs. “Absolutely perfect.”
Jace slides his fingers from his mouth with a deliberate pop, his gaze never leaving mine.
He shifts back on his heels, still fully dressed in those thin boxers that do nothing to hide the massive bulge straining against the fabric.
His chest rises and falls steadily, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands flex like he's holding back from devouring me whole.
"Stay right there," he orders, "and keep those legs spread."
I nod, my body still buzzing from the orgasm he just wrung out of me.
He stands at the foot of the bed, hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, and shoves them down in one fluid motion.
His cock springs free, curving up toward his stomach, the head flushed dark and already leaking precum.
It's huge, intimidating in the best way, and my mouth waters at the sight.
"Fuck, look at what you do to me," he growls, wrapping one hand around the base and giving himself a slow stroke. "My dick's been hard for you all night, Sabine, aching to bury itself in every tight little hole you've got."
My thighs clench involuntarily, and he notices, a smirk curling his lips.
"Oh, you like that idea? Me claiming all of you?
" He climbs back onto the bed, kneeling between my spread legs, his free hand trailing up my inner thigh.
"Good girl. Because I'm not stopping at that sweet pussy.
I'm going to stretch this perfect ass of yours until you're ready to take every inch of me. "
I whimper, shifting my hips toward him, but he presses a palm flat against my stomach, pinning me down.
"Uh-uh. You don't move. You beg for it first." His fingers dip lower, circling my entrance before sliding back further, brushing over the tight ring of muscle there. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you need me to finger-fuck this ass until you're screaming my name."
"Please, Jace," I gasp, my voice breaking. "Fuck."
He chuckles darkly and the sound vibrates through me. "That's my girl, begging so nicely already." The fingers of one hand push into me again, in and out, smearing my juices until he's got me soaked from hole to hole, and his other hand continues stroking his length.
"I'm gonna show you how a real man treats a woman… And you're never gonna want anything else ever again," he says confidently. His fingers put pressure on that tight ring of muscles while I whimper and squirm. "Just relax for me…"
"Jace," I whimper as the tip of his finger pushes in, and my head bangs on the headboard at how exquisite it feels.
I force my muscles to loosen, breathing deeply, and he presses in slowly.
"Good girl, taking it so well," he praises.
"Look at you, opening up for me." He pushes deeper, inch by inch, until his finger is seated fully.
The fullness is intense, foreign, but the way he curls it slightly sends sparks shooting up my spine.
"Oh, God," I moan, my hips twitching despite his hold.
"That's it. Feel how I'm owning this ass already? Soon it'll be my dick stretching you wide, pounding into you until you can't think straight."
I nod frantically, my knuckles white on the headboard. "More, please. I need more." My core is tight, pulsing. I could come just like this if he just touched my clit, but when I try to touch myself, he clicks his tongue.
"Ah, ah… You didn't ask."
"Please," I whine, chasing the friction and release.