“Ugh, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he pants, his voice rough with desire, becoming more aggressive. My mouth falls open when he fucks into me harder, his muscles shifting beneath my fingers, every movement a testament to his strength and control.
“Jude,” I gasp, barely able to breathe.
“I’ve loved you since that first night on the dock,” he groans, slamming into me. “I’ve never—”
Thrust
“Stopped—”
Thrust
“Fucking—”
Thrust
“Loving you, Emma.”
I choke on a sob, and my mind shatters.
“There you go, my sweet girl,” he praises, kissing my neck as he continues to slam into me. He doesn’t slow, doesn’t even falter.
I whimper when he bites down on my shoulder, and that seems to drive him into a frenzy. Then he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod, panting. “Yes.”
His smirk is sinful, dangerous, and wildly possessive. “Good.”
And then he kisses me again before thrusting deep and spilling inside me with a guttural sound that makes my toes curl. I lock my legs around his waist, holding him there, wanting every moment of being full of him again. He groans, his forehead against mine, his muscles tightening while he grinds into me, claiming me in every way possible. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so wanted before in my life.
When he’s with me, I don’t feel like my anxiety stands a chance at ripping me apart. With him, I don’t want to make myself small. He’s always been my cure.
Chapter twenty-one
JUDE GRAVES
Her lips are swollen from our desperate kisses, her body warm beneath mine. I feel the frantic thrum of her heart against my chest, matching my own uneven pulse. I brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead.
“You know I’m not done with you, right?”
A slow, satisfied smile curves her mouth. “Oh?”
“I lost seven years, Em.” My voice cracks, barely noticeable, but I hear it. “Seven fucking yearsof not touching you. Not tasting you. Not hearing you moan my name.” My palm slides down the soft curve of her hip. “I’m going to make up for every second.”
Her honey-brown eyes flutter open, and she gives a small, breathless laugh. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
I grin and flip us in one swift movement.
She gasps, her hands splaying on my chest, her breasts bouncing lightly with the movement.
“I need to see you,” I murmur, hands sliding up her thighs. “I need to watch your face when you come. I missed it so goddamn much.”
She rolls her eyes, cheeks flushing all the way down her chest. Rising onto her knees, she positions herself as I guide myself to her entrance. The moment her pussy swallows the head of mycock, my breath punches out of me.
“Fuck—Em…”
She sinks down with a choked sound, head tipping back, spine arching beautifully for me. It’s slow and controlled. I watch every flicker of pleasure cross her face at the stretch, fullness, and surrender.
