We both groan. I’m so wet and ready for him, but he’s big. I sink down another inch, as his hands tighten around my hips.
“Easy,” he grits out, but I see the strain in his neck, the way he’s holding himself back. He wants to make sure I’m okay, but he also wants to fuck me senseless. I don’t want easy. I drop the rest of the way, sheathing him completely inside me in one smooth, deep motion.
His groan is sudden and loud, my own joining his. I stay there for a moment, letting my body adjust. Then I start to move. I riseup, almost letting him slip out, then sink back down, grinding my hips. The angle is perfect. The head of his cock rubs against that sweet, sensitive spot inside me with every descent. My lips part, my eyes rolling back at the pleasure sparking inside me.
“Jesus,” he breathes, his eyes glued to where we’re joined. His hands move from my hips to my ass, guiding my rhythm. “You feel…god, you feel amazing, baby.”
I set the pace. The world outside is a blur of rain-streaked glass and darkness. Inside, it’s all heat and the ragged sound of our breathing. My thighs burn, but I don’t care. I don't care when I see the look of absolute destruction on his beautiful face.
He takes over suddenly, one hand tightening on my ass as he starts thrusting up into me, meeting my downward strokes with powerful drives of his own. His other hand rests on top of my head, protecting me from banging it on the roof of the car. The rhythm changes, becoming more urgent and demanding. The force of his upward thrusts sends jolts of pleasure through me, my breasts bouncing with the motion.
“Look at me,” he all but whimpers. "I love seeing your beautiful face."
I force my eyes open to see that his gaze is locked on mine. Rain drips from his hairline. He’s beautiful like this, wild and undone, completely focused on me. “You’re mine,” he says, the words a low, guttural promise. He punctuates each one with a deep, grinding thrust. “Forever, my favorite girl.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, the confession tumbling out easily. “Forever.”
A savage satisfaction flashes in his eyes. He sits up suddenly, wrapping his arm around me, crushing me to his chest. The new angle is even deeper. He’s fully in control now, pistoning up into me from below, his hips a relentless machine. The headrest digs into my back, the entire car seeming to rock with our rhythm.
One of his hands slides between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs tight, fast circles exactly where I need it. The dual stimulation is too much, and my climax crashes over me without warning. I cry out as waves of pleasure tear through me, my inner muscles clamping down on his cock. I shake uncontrollably, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
Feeling me come triggers his own release. With a rough, broken groan, he buries his face in my neck and drives up into me one last, final time, holding himself deep as he empties himself inside me. I moan at the way his whole body goes rigid and then slack against me.
He pulls me back with him in a sweaty, breathless heap. The storm still rages. The windows are completely fogged, sealing us in our own private world.
He nuzzles my neck, his lips brushing my damp skin. “I love you,” he whispers, the words soft and soaked in satisfaction.
“I love you, too,” I murmur back, my voice hoarse.
He studies me like he’s memorizing every detail, fingers tracing along my jaw, my neck, and my shoulders. He always touches me with so much care. His eyes are two depthless hazel pools. I feel like I’m falling into his soul with the way he’s looking at me.
My Jude.
~*~
Chapter twenty-three
JUDE GRAVES
I don’t need to open my eyes to know where I am. My body already remembers. The basement lights are bright as shit, and these restraints are too tight. I’m shaking from not being allowed my morning dose yet.
It’s probably the afternoon, now.
The tremor in my hands isn’t fear, though. My nerves feel like they’re on fire, with every breath scraping on the way in. I flex my fingers against the restraints and feel the bite of metal at my wrists.
Unhurried and confident footsteps echo behind me. “Good,” Alexei says calmly. “You’re awake. You blacked out after the first round.”
I don’t answer because my jaw is locked too tight for words. A bright phone screen suddenly flashes in front of me, and I don’t look at it at first. I know better. My body has already started to react anyway.
“You see,” Alexei continues, “I’ve been extremely patient with you. More than I'd like to be. But I believe in you.”
The image sharpens in my peripheral vision.
Her.
It’s not a new photo. It’s an older one from her Instagram. Her head is tilted just slightly, with a soft smile. Looks to be in her studio. My chest seizes before my brain can intervene. Breath stutters. Muscles lock. He’s gonna—
Pain detonates down my arms.
