His hand disappeared between my legs, wedging his naked hips between them. The moment he found how much I wanted him, he groaned. “You—fuck—I—”
My heart winged at his incoherency. I loved that he’d given up, given in. Stabbing my fingernails into his lower back, I panted, “Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”
His head flopped forward, his lips capturing mine again in a soul-searing kiss. His five o’clock shadow razored across my sensitive skin, but I loved the burning, loved the assault.
My back arched as one long finger entered me.
“Yes—God...”
His tongue slipped between my open lips, forcing me to kiss him back. I struggled to pay attention to the exhilarating taste of him and the eye-popping sensation of his finger rubbing my inner walls.
The tingly precipice he’d shown me that first day returned; I latched onto it hungrily.
I wiggled closer, needing more...needing something bigger, broader...I needed his cock.
He grunted as he forced a second finger inside me. The garbled noise might’ve had words strung together, but they poured unheard down my throat.
“Don’t stop.” I arched my hips, welcoming, imploring him to thrust harder.
I didn’t care I wasn’t on birth control. I didn’t care about anything but driving us out of his nightmarish world and into a new dimension.
“I can’t—you don’t—” Jethro groaned between kisses.
“Yes, you can. You can’t stop. Not now.”
His fingers froze.
I refused to let him overthink this. It was my turn to bite his lip. Hard.
He bellowed...then...he went rogue. The final barrier he’d always stayed behind shattered, and he poured his broken soul into my being.
His fingers hooked inside me, making me unbelievably wetter. His lips nibbled and ravaged, leaving me hollow of thoughts and humanity.
His free hand shot to my chest, twisting my nipple beneath the fabric of my dress while his fingers plunged harder, faster inside me.
The invasion blew my mind.
It was too much.It’s not enough.
I arched in his hold, spreading my legs wider. All thoughts were gone. All worries were dead.
I didn’t care how I looked or what would become of me afterward.
I just wanted him.
“Take me. Please.”
He stopped kissing me. His lips swollen, red. His eyes frantic with passion and affliction. His jaw tightened, and for a horrible second, I thought he’d refuse. He knew my sexual history; there was no reason to fear taking me bare. I didn’t know his, but he was impeccable in all facets of his life. Somehow, I couldn't see him sleeping around. I couldn’t see him putting himself in such a vulnerable position.
His lips crashed against mine again, his tongue tearing past my lips. I grabbed the back of his neck, forcing our mouths harder together.
His fingers disappeared from inside me, smearing my wetness onto my thigh as he pushed me ever wider. I let my legs spread shamelessly. I was beyond decency or concern. My body was flushed, acutely sensitive, and entirely feverish.
In a seamless male move, Jethro clamped my hip and pulled himself higher. The relief atfinallyfeeling the broad head of his cock against my entrance sent me spiralling into madness.
“Shit, you feel...” His voice was a decadent purr. “You feel like...”
“Like freedom,” I breathed, taut and trembling, just waiting for him to enter me.
