Chapter 47 #3
“Gods!” A cry of pure, unyielding ecstasy pours from my lips and Jace wraps his hand over my mouth to steal the sound.
“There are no gods here, Nova Lindwen. It’ll be only my name on your lips. When the others hear you through the walls, I want them to know it was I who made you scream.”
My walls clench around his cock, greedily taking every sensation, and begging for more. I’m soaring to the godsdamned cosmos with each thrust, fracturing and shattering until I’m nothing more than stardust.
I wrap my thighs around his hips if only to keep the shards of myself from coming apart. His hands slide under us. “Do you like how I fuck you? How my cock fills you perfectly?”
“Yes,” I pant. My walls clench, greedily taking him inch by inch. My eyes flick to his chest, then the arches of his hips as he works into me. I’m suddenly jealous of the sweat painting a path between his abs. I want my hands on him, exploring every inch like I’m charting new territory.
“Eyes on me, starling.” His fingers dig into my hips. “I want to watch you shatter.” Then he pulls my hips closer, his cock burrowing deeper until my toes curl and my back arches.
I lock my gaze on him and watch the world burn in his irises.
The expression etched in his features is one of raw desire.
Like a forbidden secret he’s sharing this version of himself only with me, and I fucking love it.
I can’t get enough of the way his dark eyes trace the outline of my breasts as he sheathes himself to the hilt over and over again.
I’m a glutton for the way he drags his canines over his lip as he loses himself right alongside me.
My vision blurs around the edges when he slides his hands up my stomach to my breasts.
“You’re mine,” he whispers. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I breathe, succumbing to the wave of pleasure crashing through me.
My eyes flutter shut but I force them back open. I refuse to miss even a blink of Jace as he comes undone.
“Starling…” he groans. “Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to spill myself so deep inside you, you’ll taste me.”
He places his palms against the headboard above us and pounds into me at a relentless pace.
The walls crumble, the world tilts, and everything ceases to exist outside of these unending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Pressure builds beyond my limit, driving a climax higher and higher until I can’t fucking breathe.
“Jace…” The cry from my throat is rough and raw. My eyes roll back as he pumps into me again, erupting my body into a cosmic blaze of release.
Chest heaving, I plummet back to reality in shockwaves, consuming me bite for bite. I’ve experienced pleasure before, but these tremors of utter bliss shove me right into oblivion. My walls pulse around Jace’s length, but he doesn’t let up in the least.
I ride the wave of my orgasm, digging my nails into Jace’s skin out of survival alone. Blood streaks my fingers as he sheathes himself, gaining force and momentum with each thrust. My body takes control, moaning and crying and screaming his name until my throat is hoarse and I see fucking stars.
“Fuck,” Jace growls, finding his release. His cock twitches with each burst of pleasure dripping from his sweat-glazed skin. I place a palm on his cheek, entirely dazed by the perfect man above me. He withdraws from me but keeps his full weight on my hips.
“Nova…” He nuzzles into my touch.
“You stayed in control,” I say, eyes heavy with bliss.
His throat bobs. “No, I didn’t.”
My face blanches and I squirm to sit up.
“Don’t move,” he warns.
My throat dries. “Are you…are you okay?”
“You wanted to see all of me, the nightmare, the darkness…” Finally, Jace draws his eyes to mine.
My blood freezes over when his irises, now crimson, lock on to me. “I need to taste you. Your blood, your arousal. Tell me no, and I’ll let you run, but this is who I am.”
His claws slice into the wall behind me. Jace squeezes his eyes shut and his fingers slowly transition to that ink-dipped shade I feared before. My heart hammers against my sternum as I watch the shift take shape—glimmering irises, elongated canines.
With gritted teeth and waning control, the monster above me isn’t a nightmare or otherworldly demon. He is perfection. Breathtaking and beautiful.
I let my thighs fall open and expose my heated, hyper-sensitive sex to him fully. “I’m yours, Jace Ashborne. Give me your worst, even if it kills me.”
I thought we’d reached his limit, but holy fucking hells…his lips curl into a wicked grin as he slides down the bed, positioning himself right where he needs to be…right where I need him to be.
“There’s a dagger on the bedside…just in case.” An eerie stillness settles over his body as his shoulder blades come together and he dips his chin. His hot ragged breath brushes against my slit, re-igniting the thrill that’d fled with my orgasm.
“Do you like the feel of my seed dripping from your perfect little pussy, starling?” He slips a finger through the evidence of his release, then raises his hand to show me. “Do you see how I’ve claimed you?”
“F-uck, Jace…”
He places a gentle kiss on my inner thigh. A shiver of tension pricks my skin. The sharp spurts of breath I take are nowhere near enough to calm the frantic heartbeat now ravaging my chest.
“Tell me one more time that you want this, Nova,” he commands.
I’m beyond a verbal response, so I simply offer a whimper of consent. His crimson eyes glaze over, and he licks his lips like a starved man about to feast. Gods be fucking good, the sheer agony of anticipation is torturous, even after I’ve been sated once already.
His thumb strokes just above my clit and that little bud of nerves aches for him, already engorged and throbbing. I haven’t nearly recovered from the first mind-shattering release, and the tension between my thighs claws up my whole damned body.