Chapter Forty-Five
Jax
Feisty Kira Noland likes to be claimed. And I’m not surprised, given that she’s always had to hold it all together. But if there’s one place she deserves to let go, it’s here, and I’m going to make sure she does.
I drag another orgasm out of her until she’s shaking and flushed with my name on her lips before I strip us both bare and flip her over. I’ve had to be so gentle with her, but I can’t control myself tonight. I spread her cheeks to find her pussy. Pink and wet, I line my cock up to her greedy little hole, and God, if it doesn’t twitch like it’s calling for me. My chest rumbles as I squeeze her hips, the sight alone making my balls ache. I grind my teeth and let the head of my cock caress her entrance. I push just the tip in, making her feel every inch of what she’s about to take, and then groan as her heat swallows me. Tight and hot, she gasps, fists clenching in the sheets, her back arching.
“Jesus, buttercup,” I hiss. “You were made for me.” I wrap an arm around her waist as I take her, pulling her against me.
I bury myself deeper, inch by inch, until I’m seated all the way inside her. My forehead drops to her back, sweat already slicking my skin because fuck—she’s choking me, squeezing so tight it’s almost painful.
“That’s it,” I growl, tightening my grip around her waist and dragging her flush against me. “Take me. Take every fucking inch.”
Her cry tears through the room, but she doesn’t pull away. She pushes back with need, giving me everything I want. My cock throbs inside her, and I press my lips against her shoulder as I press forward.
“Goddamn, you feel perfect,” I rasp against her skin. “This pussy was made to be filled by me. No one else. Say it.”
She whimpers something incoherent, and I wrap her hair around my fist, gently tugging her back so I can make sure she hears me. I need to know, no matter what I’ve done, no matter how angry she is, that she’ll always be mine.
“Say it, Kira. Say you’re mine.”
“All yours,” she pants. “All yours, Jax.”
Her obedience, so unlike her, shatters my control. I pull back, then drive into her again, harder this time, my grip on her waist turning bruising. Every thrust makes her body sing for me, dragging sounds out of her she couldn’t fake if she tried. I should be more gentle with her, I know this, but this is what she wants. And she needs to know that I can give her it. That no one else can compare. So that she never goes looking elsewhere and then inevitably ends up feeling guilty when I have to kill the guy.
The bed groans beneath us. “Listen to you,” I taunt, breathless and savage. “Screaming for me, soaking me. Are you going to remember this, Kira? Are you going to remember that I’m the only one that can make you feel like this?”
Her walls clamp down, fluttering around me as she tries to nod, and I know she’s close again.
“Oh no, baby.” I quickly slip out of her before she can come undone. “I want to see your face when you cum from my cock.”
Turning her around, I put her on my lap. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist. Her cheeks are flushed withcolor, an addictive sight compared to all the times I’ve seen her pale. Don’t get me wrong, Kira Noland can get me hard from a hospital bed, but there’s something so damning about her exerted from my cock.
“Ride me, baby.” I push inside her. “Take what you want.”
She doesn’t hesitate as she begins to grind on me. Her breasts press against my chest. Her heat clenches down on me, slick and desperate, as she takes me deeper with every roll of her hips. My hands grip her ass, guiding her rhythm, but she’s already wild, lost in it, chasing her own release.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I groan, dragging my mouth along her throat, sucking at the pulse hammering beneath her skin. “Use me, baby. Pull the cum from my cock.”
Her nails rake down my back, and she cries out, her pace quickening, her body trembling around me. I can feel her squeezing, and it damn near knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Jax—” My name rips from her in a strangled moan, and I know she’s right on the edge. I slam my hips upward, burying myself to the hilt, and her scream tears through the room. She shatters in my arms, pulsing around me, soaking me as her orgasm crashes over her.
The sight, the sound, the feel of her completely undone on my cock—there’s no holding back. My vision whites out as I thrust up into her one last time, spilling deep, groaning against her neck as every ounce of me empties into her.
Her body jerks with the aftershocks, clinging to me, her face pressed into my shoulder. I hold her tight, grinding out the last of my release, unwilling to let her go, unwilling to let even an inch of space come between us.
I breathe against her ear. “Always mine.”
Chapter Forty-Six
Kira
I’m up earlier than I’ve ever cared to be, but I couldn’t stay still any longer. I wiggled out of the death grip that Jax had on me while he slept. The air in the room was too comforting for reality. His scent and the remnants of our night… It’s a luxury I can’t get complacent about. I slipped out of the mansion and onto the front lawn, praying that I wouldn’t bump into James.
The morning is still misty with dew, and a shiver runs through me as I rub my arms and look around. The grounds might as well be a park or some botanical garden that you need to pay sixty bucks to walk through. There’s perfectly sculpted sphere bushes, multi-colored flowers, and a shiny pebble drive lined with chrome lanterns—it’s all excessive.
And yet… peaceful.
