I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around him, squeezing once. He’s slippery with my juices, pulsing against my hand. Jack groans and lifts his hips, forcing his thick length through my fingers as I watch. His body is taut under me, dark against the white rug, muscles rigid as I circle his thick tip, both of us starting to shake.
“Enough,” he growls. That’s all the warning I get.
An instant later, I’m face down on the rug and Jack’s inside me in one wickedly sudden thrust. The tidal wave of pleasure has my eyes rolling back in my head. He’s doing that thing with his hips again, that thing that hits every sweet spot I have and makes me mindless and desperate and greedy. His fingers are tangled in my hair, tugging my head back as he fucks me slow and deep. Each motion deliberate and hard, like he’s trying to join more than our bodies. To make sure we’re never separated again. But our souls are already intertwined so tightly even death couldn’t keep us apart.
“Let me come,” I plead seconds later, my nails digging into the rug.
“Patience is a virtue,” he grinds out, his hips slapping into my ass.
“You took my virtue long ago. And I’m fresh out of patience. Goddammit, Jack. Please let me come.”
He pauses at the top of a stroke, his tip barely inside me. My fingers dig into the thick rug as I try not to scream in frustration. “Why should I?”
“Because you love me.”
“Gods, I do. I really do.” That rough voice licks up my spine as he bends over and whispers in my ear. “There’s no getting rid of me now.”
“That better be a promise, Frost.”
“It is, baby.” His hands tighten on my hips, fingers digging into the heated flesh as he lifts me to him. Then he slams into me so hard I scream, not caring who hears. The sensation of his cock sinking deep into my body is like heaven and hell all mixed up.
This man owns me, heart and soul—and body, too. No one knows it better than me when his name leaves my lips. My muscles clench and roll, locking around him until Jack comes, too, in a burst of heat that leaves me breathless and panting.
He carries me to the bed a long while later, once we can both move again.
I lay there, staring up at the star-dotted ceiling, my orgasm-limp arms wrapped around the man I love, never more happy to be alive. Despite the pain and the blood, we made it.
Happily fucking ever after, here we come.
I’m half asleep when Jack tilts my face up for one last kiss. I look into those misty green eyes and I know something else.
He’s mine and no one better try taking him from me again.
From what I hear, that would end badly.
AUTHOR NOTES
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