Chapter Thirty-Five #2
“Don’t,” he replied huskily .
I gazed at him, wild with emotion too layered to name. “You made me into this.”
“I gave you a life that matches the fire already in you. You just needed space to grow in, princess.”
Satisfied, I pressed my lips to the place where his neck met his shoulder, nipping lightly at his skin. He shivered, letting out a low, pleased growl. I sucked until scarlet bloomed—a hickey, messy and wickedly childish, my mark on him. When I pulled back, I was smiling.
“You’re mine. My Jax Easton. Just in case you forgot.” My voice was embarrassingly wobbly, but fierce and content.
He cupped my face in both hands, blue eyes blazing. “I’ll never forget. Remind me as often as you want.”
He shifted me higher on his lap before the couch, my legs straddling his hips as we sank into the plush carpet. The world shrank down to just his hands, his heat, and his lazy grin as he pulled me closer.
His mouth found mine—soft first, sweet and gentle, then hungrier, with his teeth catching my lower lip.
I tangled my fingers into his hair, feeling him groan into the kiss. Jax’s hands roamed my body, one sliding under the hem of my shirt to hold my waist, the other moving up to cradle the back of my neck, keeping me anchored to him.
His tongue traced the seam of my lips; I parted for him, moaning when he deepened the kiss. I felt adored, devoured. With every touch, every delicious press of hips and friction, he reminded me I was his, and that he was just as much mine.
I pressed myself into his chest, arching closer, and slid my hands under his shirt. The warmth of his skin, the flex of his muscles beneath my fingers… It was like all the power in him was something he’d chosen to give me.
He made a deep sound, breaking the kiss for just a moment, eyes dark and hazy with need, before reclaiming my lips .
We lost ourselves in each other, soaking up every second, groping and laughing breathlessly. His hands traced the curve of my thigh to my waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps. My nails scraped lightly along the slope of his back, and his groan vibrated through my whole body.
Jax’s mouth never left mine for long. He kissed me like he needed it, soft and lingering, then hungry and filled with heat and promise.
One of his hands tightened at my waist, anchoring me firmly in his lap.
The other found the back of my head, threading through my hair, keeping me there, fully claimed.
He broke the kiss for a heartbeat, his voice smoky, gloriously rough. “You like the way this feels?” His thumb stroked my cheek, blue eyes blazing into mine.
“Yes,” I whispered, my chest fluttering as his gaze slid thick and appreciative down my body. “I like it when you let me take what I want.”
“That’s my princess,” Jax purred, his smile slow and hot. He dipped his face to my throat, nosing beneath my jaw, lips brushing skin that felt suddenly too sensitive.
“You ever wondered just how powerful you are? How good it feels to have someone at your mercy?”
Something in his tone, a dark, aching tease, sent a jolt through me. I shivered, yielding, knowing that when he gave me power, I became something reckless. “Show me,” I dared, sliding my hands into his hair, urgent.
Without warning, Jax’s arms snaked around my waist, lifting me as if I were a feather and guiding me over his chest on the plush rug.
The room seemed to tilt, butterflies fluttering through me at the effortless command of his strength. He lay back, spreading himself across the plush carpet and coaxing me up, his hands warm on my thighs as he settled me higher.
“Come here, princess,” he ordered softly, grinning with the kind of lazy dominance that made me fall for him. “Let me worship you right.”
My heart hiked into my throat as he pulled me forward, guiding me to straddle his face. Every nerve sang a sharp chaos of embarrassment and intoxicating freedom as I hovered just above his lips.
“On my face,” Jax demanded, voice rich with need. “Take what you want from me. You’re in charge.”
Heat flooded me, low and deep. I hesitated, but Jax squeezed my hips in reassurance, gaze fierce and adoring. “I want you like this. I want you to feel what I feel.”
Tentatively, I lowered myself over him, his broad hands cradling my thighs as he angled me right on his mouth, and pushed my panties off to the side.
The first touch of him against me drew a sharp moan from my lips. His tongue traced a teasing path, a long lick from my entrance to my clit.
One hand dove into his thick blond hair, fingers tightening as I rocked, dizzy and overwhelmed by the immediacy of every sensation, the other gripping the couch for balance.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he rasped, pausing to drag his tongue along my outer folds, teasing me. Then he dove back in, his tongue focusing on my clit, flicking it with strong, hot licks.
He explored me with unrestrained need, exploiting what made my breath catch, what made my hips jerk, and focusing there with relentless, punishing strokes.
Jax groaned into me, hands gripping tight as if to pin me down and coax more of my pleasure straight out of me.
“Jax—” I tried, but it came out as a whimper, my hands lost in his thick blond hair, tugging for more, for everything. The world had tunneled to the humid, soaking pressure of his mouth, my fingers clutching his hair so hard I was surprised he wasn’t in pain.
He glanced up, eyes catching mine, and his voice was heated. “Ride my mouth, princess. Use me.”
That single command shattered whatever it was holding me back. I rolled my hips shamelessly over his face, grinding into the pressure of his tongue, and Jax fucking loved it, moaning like a starving man as he feasted on every gasp, every needy circle of my hips .
He licked and sucked, flattening his tongue, then flicking with fierce focus, never letting up on my clit until I was high and shaking, everything inside me burning up with the need to come.
He met my eyes from below me, just for a second, before latching onto my clit and sucking hard . I screamed, blissful pleasure overtaking every sense, grinding harder into his mouth.
I tumbled right over the edge. My orgasm hit with violence, my thighs clamping around Jax’s head as I came, my cries muffled by his devotion, by the way he held me steady and licked me through every aftershock.
He only relented when I collapsed forward, bracing my hands on the carpet above his head to keep from melting into a puddle. Hr laughed, low and satisfied, pride crackling through every line of his body as he kissed over my folds.
“God, you’re perfect,” he praised, voice ragged between my thighs as if he needed a second just to breathe me in.
I pulled back to look at the wicked grin stretching across his lips and into his eyes. He looked like sin incarnate, lips slick with me, his breathing ragged, so damn proud.
But pride wasn’t enough—not when I could see the bulge straining his pants, the tension in his body coiled tight and hungry. Desire flickered to life again inside me, bold and needy.
I nudged him backward, voice sweet but intent as I crawled off of him, “Sit on the couch.”
Jax’s boyish smirk sharpened. “The princess gets what she wants.”
He rose in that lethal, unhurried way, never taking his eyes off me as he sprawled onto the couch, legs opening wide to claim space like a king holding court. He plucked a cushion from behind him and dropped it at my feet.
“For your knees, little royal,” he drawled, patting the spot between his wide-spread thighs. “Wouldn’t want you getting marks. Yet.”
The invitation, the challenge, made heat rush through me. I settled on the cushion, slipping between his thighs, my hands already eagerly tugging at his pants .
He lifted his hips, watching with feral, appreciative eyes as I freed him. He was thick, hard, already leaking. My heart thundered at his size, at the pure masculine arrogance in how he sprawled and looked down at me.
He was big and flushed like usual, the thick head curved towards his abs like it knew where to paint him.
Jax traced his knuckles along my jaw, thumb ghosting over my lower lip. “Know what you’re doing, princess?” His voice was low, teasing, already knowing the answer. “Want me to show you?”
I ignored him and dragged my tongue slowly up the length of him, watching his eyelids flutter, his jaw clench. “I can guess,” I murmured, but before he could respond, I squeezed him at the base and wrapped my lips around the head.
“Fuck, Estelle—” The curse was ragged, shocked.
He tried to guide me, gentling his hand in my hair, coaxing me with a rhythm, but I quickly abandoned his lead, using my tongue, my lips, my own curiosity.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucked harder on the head while my hand twisted down his shaft. Instinct, or something deeper, told me to tease him, to swirl my tongue just beneath the ridge, to let my hot breath skate over his skin.
Jax’s coaching dissolved into curses and praise, his head tipping back against the couch, eyes squeezed shut. “ Fuck , princess—don’t—God, just like that?—”
I experimented, taking him deeper, then swirling my tongue up the sides. He tried to school me with tugs on my hair, but I ignored them, determined to find every spot that made him tense and curse on my own.
His knuckles whitened against the cushion, hips jerking helplessly when I slipped a hand lower to cradle his balls, flicking my tongue along his tip.
He was losing it—his composure, his usual cocky control. I felt powerful and wanted and desperately greedy. His fingers tightened in my hair, but now it was less guidance and more an anchor, needing me to keep him from falling apart.
“Estelle—shit—I’m close—” His voice was needy, almost desperate.
I looked up, locking eyes with him as I took him deep, not relenting, not letting him escape my mouth, and letting him see how much I wanted this, how much power he’d given me.
His entire body went taut, every muscle carved in relief and shadow, and with a guttural sound wrenched from somewhere deep, he spilled into my mouth, shaking.
He tasted sharp and salty, and I swallowed most of it, proud and triumphant. Jax stroked my hair back, breathless and totally unraveled, eyes wild and softer than I’d ever seen them all at once.
“Fuck, princess,” he groaned, pulling me up onto his lap and claiming my mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, licking up the remnants of his own cum. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I smiled, sinking onto his lap, reclaiming my throne and nuzzling into his neck. “You make me feel like I could take on the world.”
“That’s because you could,” he replied, tucking me tighter into his arms. “You’ve always had that power. And I’ll show you, again and again, just how much you own me.”
His words made me melt more than I had already, and I raised up to capture his lips again. Cupping his jaw, we fell into a sensual rhythm, tongues intertwining between us, holding lazy eye contact as they tangled together.
A musical ding sounded from Jax’s phone. He didn’t break the kiss, just smiled into it, one hand never leaving my skin as he reached behind me to check the message.
His thumb flicked the screen, body still arching into mine, mouth trailing a slow line over my jaw and to my ear.
He chuckled, breathless and unbothered over my skin, “Camera motion notification. Leo’s awake from his nap. He’s in his room.”
I blinked, suddenly dazed. “You have cameras?”
“Princess, of course. How else would I know when little feet are about to come flying into the room?” He grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and kissing me, slow and deep, one last time before tucking my oversized shirt back into place and rebuckling his pants.
“Can’t have Leo walking in on us,” he whispered, mischief in his eyes as he resettled me against him, casual and unhurried.
Before I could smirk about his high-tech babysitting, I realized something and turned to him.
Leo waking from his nap reminded me of all the times he’d awoken in our small apartment, from when he was a baby till now, seeking my warmth in the damp rooms.
“Jax?”
“Yes, princess?”
“Can we go to my old apartment one more time? Before we… well, before we really move in here.”
He nodded, thoughtful. “You want to say goodbye?”
“Not just that. I want Leo to remember it, too. For as long as it’s only been us, I need to close that door right.”
Jax squeezed my hand, understanding flickering across his face as he stroked my hair. “Whatever you need. We’ll all go, yeah?”
“Yeah.” I sighed, then smiled. “But I’m ready for this. For here. For all of us.”