“Let me…”
“Say it.”
“Jace.”
“Rosalind.” He lifts his head, meeting my gaze from where he’s kneeling. “Say it.”
“I need you… to come. Please.”
“Yeah. You do,” he rasps, then presses his lips to me. His fingers curl deep, and all light fractures white.
My climax hits. My legs give out, and he catches me, stands, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around him. He carries me to the floor, where my back rubs on the rug and books are scattered around us. He settles over me, kissing me slowly. Once again, I taste myself on his mouth.
“I want to watch you this time,” he says. “I want to see your face when I’m inside you.”
“Yes.”
He reaches for his jeans. Wallet. Foil. He sheathes himself, then meets my gaze. His mouth curves, a slight tremor. “Enjoying the view?”
“You know it.” I laugh.
Jace smiles back. Then he braces on his forearms and pushes, slow and deliberate, inside me.
No sharp edge this time. Just fullness. Pressure. The stretch makes my spine curve off the rug.
He’s watching me. “Keep going?”
“You better.” I lift my hips. “Don’t hold back this time.”
His expression darkens. “Rosalind.”
“I mean it.” I cup his cheek. His jaw is rough under my palms. “You were careful last time. That was perfect. But I’m not fragile. I want all of you.”
His breath shudders. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Good, but you can’t die for a hundred more years or so.”
He moves. Deep, steady strokes that hit a place inside me, sending my head back. His left hand laces with mine on the rug, pinning it beside my head. His other hand grips my hip, angling me, and the change draws a gasp.
“There?” he asks.
“Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He finds a rhythm that unravels me and locks into it. His hand slides between us. His thumb circles my clit. The synergy drives me closer to the edge.
And his gaze never leaves mine. Mid-stroke, I realize... “Jace. You’re not… looking away.”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and a softness appears in his eyes even as his hips keep their rhythm. “Never again. You hear me, sweetheart? Not ever again.”
My back arches off the rug. I shatter. “Jace…”
He guides me through my orgasm with his thumb and his kisses. “That’s my girl.”
He doesn’t follow me but pulls back. I’m still shaking, and he’s still inside me. “Turn over.”
“What?”
His lips brush my temple. “I’m not done with you. Turn over for me.”
