“I’m going to come,” I whimpered as he rolled his thumb across my clit. My inner muscles squeezed around his cock, immediately desperate for the new friction.
“Ignore it,” he said as if it was a simple fact.
“Jude—”
He changed the rhythm of his fingers on my clit and lessened the pulls from his mouth on my nipple. Immediately, I felt the orgasm begin to ease back.
“No!” I cried. “Dammit!”
“Breathe. Let it go.” He trapped my nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it. “In a second, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, and it’s going to make you scream. You’re getting everything this time. Sweet. Slow. A nice way to pop your cherry. Then I’m going to give you a rough fuck. That’s what you want, isn’t it? What you wanted yesterday? You might look like a wispy little flower, but you’re not. You’re foxglove, aren’t you? Beautiful. Delicate. Deadly.”
I swallowed as he kissed up my throat. “What are you waiting for? Do you think you’re going to break me or something?”
Steel eyes met mine as he pulled out, then drove back into me in one swift thrust.
I screamed. Tears of relief, of ecstasy, of release leaked from the corners of my eyes. Tears I hadn’t cried even when I was stolen away from my life. Tears that had built up from themoment I came home to find Joel nearly passed out from the pain of having his knee shattered. Those tears had been waiting for this moment, for when they could be spent on something good instead of something painful.
Jude braced one hand on the headboard of the bed as he fucked me just like he said he would.
My body jolted against the mattress with each harsh thrust. My breasts bounced obscenely. He caught one in his hand and pinched my nipple.Hard.The unexpected sensation pulled another scream from my lips. It only made his cock harder.
“You sound so pretty when you scream.” He grunted as one hand closed around my throat. I yielded to him, for once. I didn’t have to be the one in charge. My mind went blissfully blank as Jude said, “Most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”
My clit throbbed. Every nerve ending in my body ached for him. It was a craving that made me delirious for him.
Jude let go of the headboard and grabbed my thighs, pushing my knees up to my chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Amelia.” He paused to groan—a deep, obscene sound that made my pussy all the more wet.
Jude rammed his hips into me, making me arch and the bed creak as he went impossibly deeper.
Another snap, then a crack.
Jude never let up as the bed frame groaned and screamed the way I was.
It was an out-of-body feeling. I was floating. I was grounded. I was in pain. It was indescribable pleasure. I was crying out. Everything was silent—like I was in a wind tunnel. I could feel all of him. It was all about me.
Jude was everywhere at once, giving me an all-consuming understanding of everything my body had to offer. Every moment of bliss and euphoria.
“Come,” he whispered as he fucked me, fast and relentless. His thumb on my clit made me detonate.
Everything collapsed, folding in on me like a supernova. I cried out as bone-shaking waves of utter delight swallowed me whole. Jude braced his body over mine, like a shield, protecting me as I felt nothing butgoodfor the first time in a long time.
I gasped for air as I surfaced, breaking through the haze of lust.
“You okay?” Jude asked as he dotted my temple with a kiss.
I nodded.
His smile curled against my skin. “Good. ’Cause—uh—we kind of broke the bed.”
25
JUDAH
Monday, May 26 | 9:07 a.m.
Iwaited for Amelia to come out of the bathroom. The second she did, I was on her, cupping her cheeks and kissing her.
She let out a startled squeak, and her blue-jay eyes went wide for a moment before she settled into the kiss.
