When our lips finally pulled away, we were both breathing heavily, even laughing as I ripped off her sweatshirt.
She continued touching me, rubbing her fingers up and down my chest as she guided me toward the bed.
I was the one who ripped down the comforter.
She was the one who tossed a few of the pillows off the bed.
Then I took over, pushing her down onto the sheets, wrangling with her tennis shoes and jeans while she playfully fought me.
As soon as the task was completed, she crawled backward on the bed, peering up at me with eyes full of longing but a hint of fear as well.
But when I eased onto the sheets, she reached for me, pulling me down ever so slowly until I was nestled between her legs.
As I pressed the full weight of my body down on hers, she arched her back and slid one arm around my waist. “Make love to me, Jaxon. Please.”
“My sweet Anastasia. My beautiful, perfect angel.”
And so, I thrust my cock inside her sweet pussy.
This time the intimacy wasn’t about taking her body.
It was about claiming her heart.
Anastasia
Every time he whispered my name, I was pushed further onto a cloud. Not quite cloud nine but something as near to pure rapture as I’d ever found. I hadn’t expected to care about him or for him to allow his guard to fall even a little around me. That wasn’t Jaxon Prince.
At least not the one I’d been allowed to see.
He was powerful and strong, angry at the world and controlling, the latter mostly with himself. He refused to accept simple joys that every traditional family allowed.
Why? Because he was fearful of doing so.
I wrapped my legs around him while he brushed his lips across mine. There was nothing like the feel of his full weight pressed against me, keeping me under him. I was breathless from both desire and the rush of adrenaline and excitement that came in a packaged deal with the handsome man.
Somewhere inside, I knew I could trust him. Maybe because he was right in that we were very much alike. More so than anyone could understand. If only I could allow the wall to crumble away.Maybe he was the one. Maybe our closeness would continue to build.
Or maybe it would come crashing down and burn in the fires of hell.
My pussy ached, muscles stretching as he pulled almost all the way out. Gasping, I gripped his arm, fearful he was backing away.
He rose onto his arms, staring down at me as a predator would do. With utter control and precision, he lowered his head.
I licked my lips, laughing from continued excitement and a hint of confining nerves when he narrowed his eyes. His chuckle was darker than mine, his nostrils flaring.
Taunting me even more, he swished his hair back and forth across my face. I wasn’t certain which side of the man I preferred. The tall, dark, and dangerous stranger willing to kill on my behalf.
Or the lover with a heart that could be described as tinted with gold. The man who adored a furry creature he’d saved from certain death. A man who’d shared with me more than once that he would do anything to protect his family.
A slow and steady smirk crossed his face as he thrust the entire length back into my wetness. The force was breathtaking and I clawed at his arms, entwining my feet together so he couldn’t go anywhere. He remained hovering over me as we rocked together, his upper body strength incredible.
His eyes were hooded, adding to the extreme sex appeal, and several beads of sweat tickled both sides of his face. I watched in fascination as a single bead rolled down the bridge of his nose,falling ever so slowly onto my lip. When I dragged the salt away with the tip of my tongue, he allowed a single husky growl to turn into a call of the wild.
As his actions became rougher, I tossed my head from side to side, stretching one arm out over my head. What would have happened had I not taken a chance and enjoyed a night with a masked stranger? Was karma to blame for our delicious interactions or maybe a little of the New Orleans voodoo he’d mentioned before?
Either way, the desire continued to increase until we were both panting. His plunges became rougher yet still controlled and his eyes never left mine. I’d never been so wet or hot, the longing keeping every muscle in my body electrified.
For several minutes he pounded into me, his actions even more savage until the headboard thudded against the wall. His grin matched mine, his expression wild yet unreadable. Perhaps those walls were breaking down bit by bit.
