The sound he makes is low and wrecked and deeply,deeplysatisfying.
“I hated using protection the first time,” he admits, pulling me closer, lifting my leg again as he lines himself up with intent. “I’m going to fill you so full of cum, you’ll be dripping for days.”
I moan, both at his words and girth as he impales me, inch by inch, savoring the moment.
“I’ve been thinking about my cum coating your thighs, glistening on your perfect pussy lips for days.” His forehead rests against mine, voice dropping into something possessive and reverent all at once. “And I’m not holding back this time.”
He finally closes the last bit of space between us. The wall at my back feels like the only thing keeping me upright as everything else blurs into heat and need and the way he says my name like it’s a promise.
Jace fills me completely with each roll of his hips.
Perfect.
Possessive.
There’s no sweet rhythm.
No teasing.
He fucks me like I belong to him.
Like he’s earned this and intends to leave marks and bruises so everyone knows.
My legs tremble, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders. Each punishing thrust has my body rocking against his, clit grinding against taut abs until I can’t think. Can’t even speak.
I can only feel.
“Say it.” He growls the command, voice fraying at the edges. “Tell me you’re mine. I need to hear you.”
“I’m—fuck—Jace?—”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I whimper, then louder, with conviction. “I’m yours.”
Jace buries his face in my neck, tilting my hips as he slams deeper into me, chasing something neither of us can form words for.
I come again, bones turning to jelly as I shatter and shout his name for the heavens to hear.
He follows with a groan that sounds more like a vow, body shaking as he spills inside me, breath hot against my skin.
And then… there’s only shared panting between us.
A peace that feels earned.
Jace wraps his hand around my thigh, squeezing before he pulls out of me and maneuvers my foot to the floor. As soon as he sees that I’m steady, he reaches between my legs, skilled fingers dragging his dripping cum from my pussy to smear across my clit and over my thighs.
I groanathim, and he flexes his hips, pressing me back against the wall with his weight. Size difference isn’t ever something I pay attention to, but Jace makes it difficult to ignore his bulk or the way his muscles ripple with each movement.
“We’re not letting you go, Eris.” His voice is quiet but serious.
My chest flutters as I pull my gaze from his messy fingers to his gorgeous face. “You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s the truth.” He tips my chin with his clean, non-come-covered hand, holding eye contact. “You’re ours now. You understand that, right?”
“Sex doesn’t dim my comprehension. I told you I understood, and I meant it.” I laugh softly and scrunch my nose. “But I guess I’ll have to learn how to manage my time.”
He pulls back to get a better look at me, brows raised. “Are you sure about this? We’re very much a package deal, and I don’t know if that’s been explained yet.”
