Page 77 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

“So fucking beautiful, Angel. I missed you.”

“Jett,” I whisper in response.

I hear the belt in his hands as he says, “I know, baby. This isn’t easy for me when I want to devour every inch of you and show you how much I love you but this will have to do.”

He brings the belt down on my naked ass and I hiss from the pain.

“Harder,” I say and he hits me and gives me what I need as a moan slips out of my mouth. With his next strike I arch my back and the friction of the blanket against my clit causes me to get louder. If I thought there was any chance he wouldn’t notice, I was wrong.

“Good girl.” He growls and turns me onto my back.

“Make yourself come, I’ll keep my hands in my damn pockets just let me watch, baby. Show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”

Everything in my brain says to tell him no because I know where this leads when he stares at me with that intensity. I’m a little scared because I haven’t come since the last time I was with him.

“Come on, baby. Do what I can’t. Make yourself feel good.”

I spread my legs and he groans as I touch my clit, softly at first, as if I’m unsure of what I’m doing because I am. It doesn’t feel as good as his touch but it does feel good.

“That’s my good girl. Look at how wet you are.”

“Jett,” I whimper, needing more. I need his touch but I’m terrified to have it.

He stands over me, watching me with a clenched jaw, appearing like he might lose control at any minute.

“Take your cock out.”

Jett doesn’t move a muscle, he still stands with his hands in his pockets as he arches an eyebrow at me.

“What did you say?”

I dart my tongue out and lick my lips before repeating myself.

“Take your cock out. Let me watch you stroke yourself unless you don’t want to.” I say, suddenly feeling self conscious like maybe he isn’t as turned on as I thought he was.

Jett removes his hands from his pockets and undoes his jeans and quickly pulls them off along with his boxers and as always he looks incredible but something catches my eye and I don’t know how I missed it before.

“What’s that?”

He comes closer and I get a better look at the tattoo on his chest. It’s one wing and I see the script underneath.

‘I didn’t do it for myself. I did it for her. My angel.”

Reaching up, I run my fingers over the one wing and ask, “Why is there only one wing?”

His gaze is powerful, filled with emotion that reflects in his voice.

“It’s an unfinished piece. One day, when I have you back, I’ll have it finished. Until then, it will remain as incomplete as I am.”

Without putting much thought into it, I reach around and cup the back of his neck as I pull him over me. He catches himself, placing his hands on the bed on either side of my head.

“Careful, Angel.” He warns and I know he’s not talking about the risk of falling on top of me.

“Kiss me.” I say, sounding as breathless as I feel.

Lifting his hand off the mattress, he touches the side of my face and I can see it all in his eyes. The love, longing and pure need. If I’m honest with myself, I feel the same things.

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