Page 69 of Kissed by Night


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“I wanted it to be you.”

“Me?” I break away, moving only far enough back so that I can look into his eyes.

“Yes. You.” He kisses me again. “Not her.” He brings his hand up to my face, pushing my hair back, and I know what he’s talking about.

“Who do you see now?”

“You. Only you.” He drags his fingers up my back and pushes his hips into mine. I rock back, needing to feel his cock harden beneath me. I’ve felt it before in my dreams, seen it even, had it push inside me. But right now, everything is new. Everything is happening for the first time, and it’s just us.

Sitting back, I rest my hands on his chest and circle his wound with one finger. I gently rock my hips, rubbing against his dick. Jacques puts both hands on my waist, licking his lips as he looks at me, cock hardening.

I’m so hot, so wound up and ready to be fucked. And he hasn’t even touched me yet. My clit begs to have his deft fingers on it, to have him rub me and make me come so hard we have to change the sheets.

I drop down, kissing his neck. He takes the hem of my tank top in his hands and bunches it in his grip, pulling it up over my head. I push myself back up, allowing him to admire my breasts. Gripping the headboard, I lean over, tits in his face. He takes one in each hand and brings his mouth up, tongue circling my nipple. He takes the other between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it just hard enough to send a jolt through me.

Bending my head down, I kiss his lips, then leave a trail of kisses down his neck. Gently, I press my lips over the gauze on his chest.

“I never thanked you.” I splay my hand on the opposite pec, fingers sliding over his nipple. “You saved my life.”

He sits up quickly, arms fastening around my waist. Flipping us over, he parts my legs and moves between them. The tip of his large cock sticks out from the waistband of his athletic pants, and my pussy quivers, knowing that big thing is going to be a tight fit. But—fuck—it’s going to feel good.

Wings slightly spread above me, he buries his head in my neck, kissing and sucking as he reaches down, caressing my thigh. I bend my knees, wrapping my legs around him, getting wetter and hotter by the second.

“You said you didn’t know what you’d do if something happened to one of us.” He thrusts his cock against me. “I feel the same about you, Ace. When I saw that ghoul, I thought for a second you were going to die. And I’ve never felt such pain and horror at the same time. All I knew was if we lost you, we’d be lost. You’ve given us hope and a reason to live every night with meaning again.”

My heart is in my throat and I swallow back my emotions. I’m not as eloquent in my words as he is, and everything would come out jumbled if I tried to say something similar back. I lived a lonely life, never fully realizing how much I isolated myself and guarded my heart. They tore down walls I didn’t realize I had put up.

“I don’t want to lose you. Any of you.”

“You won’t.” Jacques kisses me like it’s the only thing he’s allowed to do, and I can’t get his pants off fast enough. I sit up, crashing into his chest, and push them down as far as I can get them. He shifts to the side and removes them, then swiftly tugs at my shorts. I lift my hips off the mattress, easing the shorts off.

He runs his hand up my thigh, fingers sweeping over my core, brushing my clit through my panties. Slipping his hand beneath the fabric, he groans when he finds how wet I am, and strips them off me as fast as he can.

Widening my legs, I welcome him back on top of me, and reach down and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. I pump my hand up and down it a few times, circling my thumb over the tip. Then I angle my hips so I can rub him against me, using his cock like it’s a sex toy and he’s only here to please me.

He turns his head down, watching me rub his cock on my clit, and then kisses me again. I circle my hips as I rub faster and faster, tingles shooting all the way through me. I moan as I come, holding his cock against my clit, drawing the orgasm out as long as I can.

Spreading my legs wider, he takes my hand off his cock and holds it on the pillow above my head. He lines up his cock and puts his lips to mine as he slowly pushes in. He fills every inch of me, so tight it almost hurts. Gently, he pulls back and thrusts in again, taking the time to warm me up and get me ready for what’s to come.

He said he’s wanted to have sex since he first saw me. He’s held out, resisting until he was able to see me as me and not as Braeya. The attraction between us has been static but definitely there, driving us both wild.

Bringing his head down, he kisses the side of my neck and presses my hand down into the pillow. And then he starts fucking me, hard and fast. The bed shakes, hitting the wall behind us. My mouth falls open and my breath hitches in my chest. That big cock rubs against my clit, stroking my inner walls in exactly the right places.

I hold onto him, feeling connected on another level, and close my eyes, unable to process anything other than just how amazing this feels. Holding himself up with his elbows, he kisses me with desperation again, and slows his movements just long enough for me to catch my breath. When he starts up again, I’m hit with an orgasm. Coming from deep within, it rolls through me, pussy spasming around his cock.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, lips going back to my neck.

“You’re…you’re just…so…big.”

My words send him over the edge, and he bites my flesh and pushes in even deeper.

“Jac!” I cry out, and one hand flies to his chest. He’s in so deep it almost hurts, but I’m so overcome from the last orgasm I don’t stop him. His breathing quickens and he lets out a moan, mouth still against my neck as he comes. His cock pulses inside me and his heart thumps along with mine.

He kisses me before pulling out and rolling over on the mattress. Panting, I don’t move, but turn my head to look at him. He pulls me into an embrace, spooning his body around mine.

“I never knew if I really wanted her before or if she made me want her,” he starts, lips brushing against the back of my neck as he talks. “Now I know.”

“Did you want her?”