by Dani René
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dirty,” he quips. “Open your legs.” The words rumble through his chest, deep in his throat. When my legs splay for him, he drops to his knees. Careful not to touch my new ink, which I notice him regarding with pride, he casts me one quick glance before dipping his head where I need it most. His mouth finding my heated center and I want to fly apart.
Chapter Nine
Jagger
I’m dying to see that small silver bar that adorns her pretty clit glisten. It’s been my temptation since I first pierced her. “You’re mine, Pixie.” My voice is rough with emotion, with need and desire. I peek up at her, meeting those emotion-filled orbs, offering her a grin. “There are things we’ve been through,” I murmur against her thigh. Planting a soft kiss on the skin, watching it dot with tiny chill bumps. “Those are in the past.” Her body shudders in response when I mimic the motion on her other thigh. “But now that you’re back, I want you to stay,” I tell her, sinking my teeth into the flesh beside the tattoo of my name. “Because I’m going to fuck you every day.” Another bite. “Every night.”
“God, Jag, please...”
“And every afternoon, until I’ve given you another baby. I’ll love you. I’ll make sure you’re safe. Never.” Shifting my thumbs up to the apex between her legs, I stroke her over the thin material of her panties. “And I mean never, will you leave me again.”
“Jag—”
“This is our time. Our future.” Ignoring her, I continue my promise. “I’m on my knees, Pixie. I’m here begging you.” I lean in, my mouth teasing her pussy. The scent of her arousal is beautiful, erotic, sensual. I want to bathe in it. I want to have it on me, over me, every damn day of my life. Then I meet her eyes once more. I reach for the knife lying on the table beside the forgotten food and trail it over her hip, slowly down to the metal bar hidden by her underwear and lower. It’s sharp, but I’m careful not to hurt her. The hitch in her breath tells me she’s nervous. She has no need to be because once the material falls away I’m met with her beautiful cunt.
“Jag, please...” Her moans are fuel as I move my hands to her core, open her to my gaze with my thumbs. I’m hungry, starving for my Pixie. Without another word, I lean in and lap at her slick lips. She’s drenched and I lick up all her sweetness.
Flicking my tongue over her piercing, she mewls, her hand fisting in my hair as she pulls me closer. My beard is soaked with her delicious juices, but I don’t care, I want that. I want her. Delving my tongue into her tight little hole, I tongue fuck her until she’s screeching my name.
Her body pulses around me, her hand rips at my hair but I don’t stop. Her thighs clamp around my head, her hips undulate and she’s begging me to stop, to continue, to do something, anything, but all I can do is feast on her flesh until I’m sated. Only I know I’ll never be satisfied because after this taste, I only want more.
As she comes down from her high, I glance up to find her face flushed. Her eyes shimmer as she regards me and the smile on her lips is one of pure satisfaction. “Fuck,” she murmurs.
“That’s the plan, Pixie. Get down and bend over. I want to see that sweet ass,” I order roughly. My mouth and face must be glistening with her arousal. She stands, her knees wobbly from her orgasm. Leaning up on her tip toes, she licks at my lips, tasting herself on me. Then she turns her back to me, and leans over the table as I instructed. Kicking her legs wide with my foot, I shove off my jeans. I’m rock solid for this girl.
Raising my hand, I swat her ass harshly, causing her to yelp, lifting onto her toes. Her legs are toned perfection leading to a perfect, peachy ass. “Open yourself for me, baby. I want to see all of you.” She reaches back and spreads her cheeks. Jesus she’s fucking perfect. Glancing around, I reach for the coconut oil that sits on the counter and snap the lid open.
“What are you—” I halt her words with a slap on her ass. Slowly, I drizzle the oil over her cheeks and that tight puckered hole I’m about to fuck mercilessly. Once I’ve set the oil down, I go to work, massaging it into her skin.
My cock is throbbing, needing to fill her, but I want to savor every moment of this. With my index finger, I tease her lips, stroking up and down, from her clit to her ass. Each time, she moans my name, as if paying homage to me, but I’m the one worshipping her.
Using my slick finger, I tease her tight hole open gently. She whispers incoherently as I flick her clit, teasing it while I insert my finger into her. Her body opens for me, accepting my digit inside the tight ring. Then I start to finger fuck her, faster and faster.
Her body pulses around my finger, pulling me in. “So fucking perfect, Pixie. Come for me. Show me how much you love my fingers on you and inside you.” She does. She unravels on the table, squealing, moaning, mewling like a kitten. Her body shudders beautifully. Before she has time to come down from her high, I rise, plunging my steel shaft balls deep inside her sweet cunt.
“Oh! Fuck!” she cries out, the sounds echoing off the walls, surrounding us like a song. Our perfect melody.
“Yes, baby. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” I promise. My hips thrust against her. Pulling out, slamming back in. My fingers tease her ass wider, getting it ready for my dick. “You love my cock inside you. Don’t you bad girl?”
“Yes, yes, Jag.”
“I’m going to make you fucking scream. You want that, Pixie?”
“Please, just please...” I’m not sure what she wants, but I’m giving it to her my way. My spine tingles with anticipation of my orgasm. Pulling my cock out of her sweet pussy, and my fingers out of her ass. I leave her panting for only a moment. “Jag—”
Before she can beg, or plead, I give her what she needs. Slipping past the tight ring of muscle, I thrust gently until I’m filling her to the hilt. She’s so fucking tight it’s unbelievable. I’m never going to last long.
Reaching for her clit, I tease it, flicking it while I claim her ass. Every inch of this woman is mine. All fucking mine. “Tell me who owns you, Pixie?”
“You, you own me.” Her voice is hoarse from screaming, but I’m not done. She’s about to explode and it will be all my doing. Our bodies move in time, she pushes back against me, as I slam into her. Connecting like we always do.
“Come for me, Ava. I want all of you.” I grunt as I tug on the little silver barbell at her clit and she detonates around me. My balls draw up and I know my release is close. Her pleasured whimpers turn to moans, then she’s screeching and it’s music to my ears and that’s when I fill her. “Take all my fucking come in your sweet ass.” My filthy words send her spiraling again, and again.
She’s mine. All fucking mine.
Chapter Ten
Ava
It’s warm. Why is it warm? “Pixie, I know you’re awake.” The deep timbre of Jagger’s voice reminds me of why my body aches with a delicious pain and there’s heat on my back. His body is cocooned around me as if he’s trying to climb inside me.
“How long have you been staring at me?” I question, rolling over to find him watching me intently.
“Not long. You’re beautiful,” he murmurs reverently. “I can watch you all day. And night, and every moment in between.”
“Who knew you were such a romantic?” I quip playfully as he pulls me closer and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. I trace the colored lines on his skin. His body is a walking canvas, beautifully intricate designs adorn every inch of his arms and chest. When he moves it’s like the art comes alive, shifting and shaping.
“Don’t go saying things like that, you’ll ruin my reputation,” he responds with a smirk. Last night was intense. The confession. The kitchen table fuck. Afterward we’d showered and he put me to bed.
Glancing up, I take in the trimmed beard that I love feeling between my thighs. “So, you forgive me?” I don’t wa
nt to spoil the peace around us, but I need to know.
“I do. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m hurt. You could have called me. I would have been there for you and given you the love and support you needed. Nothing, Ava, nothing will stand in my way to be with you.” His words are a vow. I knew I should have come to him, told him sooner, but the guilt of what I’d done sat heavily on my heart.
“It’s not that I didn’t think you would. Jag, all my life I’ve been... A failure. I’ve always made the wrong choices, and when I lost our child, it hurt. I felt cut wide open with yet another failure. Something I couldn’t do right.”
“Baby, listen to me. This isn’t your fault. You’re not the only woman who’s had this happen to her. There are people out there that have been through this and some even worse. So don’t blame yourself.”
His words heal me. They seep into the cracks of my wounds, the emotional lacerations that have covered me all my life. The confidence I didn’t know I had begins to mend when he gently strokes my face. My brokenness, my fear, and all the guilt I’ve lived with ease. It will take time, but with Jag, I know he’ll fill all those hidden depths of who I am with love. He fills me with love. “I love you, Jag.”
“I love you too, Pixie.” The smile on his face is everything. It’s my love, my light, my forever. “Now, let’s get some breakfast because I plan to spend the day reminding you of why you should never leave me again. And when you’re passed out from all the fucking, I’m going to make you dinner.”
“Ever the romantic,” I tease, but before I can roll out of bed, he’s on top of me. My legs splay for him as he settles between my thighs. His hips roll against me, the piercing on his cock teasing my clit. Metal against metal and my toes curl.
“I’m very romantic,” he affirms with a soft kiss to my neck. “I’m so romantic that I’m going to make you come at least twice before we get out of bed.” I know he’ll keep that promise as he slips inside me. The metal bar rubs against my inner walls in such a way that my whole body pulses around him.
He moves slowly. He’s not fucking me. He’s making love to me, showing me with his body how much he cares, how deeply he loves, and how intimately he knows my body because moments later I find release. My nails dig into his shoulders, but he keeps moving. My orgasm doesn’t have time to subside because his mouth finds my peaked nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
He bites down on the hardened bud, teasing and taunting it. Releasing it with a pop, he does the same on the other one. My body convulses, sucking him in deeper, needing him to fill me. “Please, Jag. I need you.”
“Tell me. Give me the words, baby,” he coos in my ear.
“I want you to fill me. Please?” I beg, pleading for him to give me what I need. To give me him and he does. His body locks as he bites down on my nipple, sending me into orbit, and I hold on to him, knowing this time I’ve got him and I’m not letting him go.
“I should have asked you this years ago. When I first knew I loved you,” he murmurs into my hair. Our bodies still connected.
“What?”
He lifts his head. Deep brown eyes hold me hostage and my breath hitches as he leans in, whispering the words against my lips. “Move in with me. Marry me. Be mine.”
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Acknowledgments
Firstly, I’d like to thank the team at Carina Press for taking on this story. They’ve been incredible to work with. My editor, Kerri, thank you for loving Jag and Ava as much as I did and for making the story shine.
To the ladies who fell in love with these characters when I first put them down on the page, Becca, Tamara, Melissa, and of course to Kristina for giving me the inspiration for Jag’s character. You ladies have been incredible.
Thank you to the lady who is my inspiration, friend, and fellow author, K Webster. You’re the one who told me to take a chance and I did. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have had the courage to do this. Love you, lady!
My readers, I hope you’ll fall in love with Jagger Pierce and his Pixie. Your never-ending support always humbles me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here.
The Darklings, my reader group, you are my sanity! My personal form of therapy when I need it. Thank you for being so supportive, your encouraging words, and all the laughs you provide.
Happy reading! xx
About the Author
Dani is a fan of dark romance that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. It’s from this passion that her writing has evolved from sweet and romantic, to dark and delicious. It’s in this world she’s found her calling, growing from strength to strength and hitting her stride.
On a daily basis she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. From the feisty heroines she delivers, to the dark, dominant alphas that grace the pages of her books, she promises light in a world filled with danger and darkness.
She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.
You can find her on social media chatting to readers, or visit her website, www.danirene.com. Keep up to date on news, upcoming releases and more by signing up for her newsletter, http://bit.ly/2sAy5dU.
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