And his hands matched my rhythm, replacing every speckle of pain with sparks of pleasure. My skin began to warm, my spine to tingle, and my pliant walls to quiver, molding around his girth andlength.
The slow build detonated, flooding every corner of my being with the sweetest darkness. My limbs turned to jam, my muscles blissfully liquefying around bones that felt as springy asmarshmallows.
Jarod took over then and pumped into my limp body until a new heat bulleted into me, seeping and merging with my own, spreading everywhere. I knew it was physically impossible, but it felt like it shot straight into myheart.
Between pants and groans of pleasure, he pulled me down against him, kissing my mouth. His body spasmed anew, and he poured more of himself inside ofme.
Playing with a lock of gelled hair that had abandoned ship, I soaked up his heat and smell, his taste andtouch.
I would sell my soul for thisman.
Maybe, I alreadyhad.
Chapter 48
Iawakenedthe same way I’d fallen asleep—my ear drinking in Jarod’s heartbeats and his fingers caressing myshoulder.
As I stirred, he dropped a kiss to the top of my head. I craned my neck and took in his jumble of dark locks that fell into his relaxed browngaze.
“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured in a deep rumble that sent tiny bolts of pleasure straight into my toes. He shifted, tossing a handful of petals to the floor. “How many roses did Mimiskin?”
His wording made megrimace.
“I hope you’ll forgive me if, from now on, the only roses you get come in vases.” He kissed the tip of my nose, then extricated a petal from my hair, and flicked itaway.
I smiled, then straightened my neck, running my fingers through the dark curls rising and falling with his breaths. “Thank you for lastnight.”
He gripped my wrist. “You did not just thank me for being a greedy asshole. I promised to let you set the pace but broke that promise almost as quickly as I came.” His exhales warmed my nose and lips. “How do youfeel?”
Deliriously happy. Physically drained.Instead I said, “Stunned that the Ishim didn’t demand I hand over my wingbones.”
His lips curved slowly as he uncuffed me. “They’re either turning a blind eye or sex isn’t the heinous crime they made it out tobe.”
“What if it’s because you’re partangel?”
“Then I owe my mother’s departed soul a fuckload ofapologies.”
I flicked his biceps. “You have such a dirty mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone curse as much as youdo.”
He grinned. “And to think I’m filtering the filth that comes out so as not to shock your pureears.”
“Not so pure anymore,” I mumbled as he rolled on top of me and captured my lips in a searing kiss that made me think dirty was an inadequate adjective to describe his mouth, but suddenly, another thought tumbled over that last one, and my drooping eyelids flipped wide. “We forgot to use acondom!”
He trailed his mouth across my jaw. “I’ve had a vasectomy, so you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant. And as far as diseases, I’ve never slept with a woman without a condombefore.”
I blanched. “Avasectomy?”
He pressed up on his forearms. “It’swhen—”
“I know what it is.” He was twenty-five, too young to make such a rash and significant decision. “Can it bereversed?”
“Possibly, but I have no desire to be afather.”
“You’re soyoung.”
He rolled off me and sighed. “I’m sorry if this is a deal breaker for you, Feather, but having kids, considering what I do, would be selfish andcruel.”
I wanted to shout at him to change what he did. Instead, I laid my cheek on the creased pillow and said, “It’s not a deal breaker, but one day, I might want to havechildren.”
