“Yes . . . please . . . make me feel good. I need you, Jace.”
For a beat, he looked at me.
His gorgeous face could have been smug with what he did to me.
But no.
There he was, his expression written in stark adoration.
Maybe that was what scared me the most. But I didn’t have time to contemplate it before he dipped down and gave one long lick through my slit.
I jumped.
Body and soul.
“Oh, God.”
My fingers searched for something to hold on to, scratching at the wood as he started to explore me with all the devastation of that mouth.
His lips sucking. Soft, delirium-inducing pulls at my clit.
Desire lit. A throb through my body.
Arrows in the air.
Staking me.
His hot tongue licked and lapped, delving deep into my folds before he was back to laving at that sweet, sweet spot, setting my flesh ablaze.
“Oh, Jace . . . Jace.” His name was all a whimper. A plea.
Mumbles fell from his mouth. Promises as much as a demand. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you. I told you I was going to take care of you.”
He pulled back for the barest flash when he said it, copper eyes somehow aglow, glimmers of gold in the sun.
So beautiful I forgot to breathe, rasping sounds barely making it into my lungs when he drove three big fingers into me while he pinned me with his stare.
Possessively.
Pumping slow and sure while I writhed and continued to cry out his name.
“That’s it. Do you feel that, Faith? Do you feel what I do to you? What I was always supposed to do to you?”
Then he ducked back down and flattened his tongue against my clit.
Rolling and pressing.
His fingers drove deeper.
Deeper and deeper while I went higher and higher.
Climbing right into the darkness where the boy had always lived.
My beast.
I rode on it. Holding on. Falling into this man. Where my body splintered and shook.
Broke apart.
I was lost to the most mind-blowing kind of pleasure. The kind of pleasure that streaked and surged and consumed.
Filling every hollow.
Every inch.
Erasing every question. Where he became the answer.
Until he possessed everything.
My fingers drove into his hair, pulling him closer while he continued his assault, tongue lapping and suckling, keeping me held high, a hostage to everything he was.
Finally, he slowed. My breaths catching as he did. He nuzzled the inside of my thigh with his face, and his hands cinched down tight, holding me as I came down.
“There’s nothing more beautiful in this world than watching you come,” he murmured. “I could look at a million other women. A thousand sunsets. Every exotic beach. And you would still be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
And I didn’t know how to process what it was that I was feeling.
Swept up.
Caught up.
Trapped.
Freed.
I didn’t know.
All I knew was I was slipping from the table, sliding over him as I went, dropping to my knees.
A sharp wheeze pulled from his heaving chest. “Faith . . . I—”
“Shut up, Jace Jacobs. Don’t say a word. Don’t make me think about what I’m feelin’. Just let me touch you. Give me this.”
I needed this. Maybe proof that I wasn’t the only one who was subject to it.
The energy that swelled.
Obliterating.
Annihilating.
My mouth was pressing all over his chest, wanting to devour him the way he’d just devoured me.
I kissed down, across the flat planes of his abdomen, and licked over the spot where he’d written me on his body.
It was like tastin’ what we’d lost. The sweetest flavor of what might have been.
His muscles jumped and twitched when I did, and before I lost my nerve, I let my fingers find the waistband of his pajamas.
He was already straining outside of the confines of it.
As if the man couldn’t be contained.
The fat head of him swollen and glistening with his own need.
I ripped the fabric down, and Jace hissed as he was freed.
Instantly, his fingers plunged into my hair. “Shit . . . Faith . . . what are you trying to do to me?”
I pulled back so I could look at his face. “What you’ve always, always done to me.”
He angled up, kicking his pants the rest of the way free. That was right as a rasp of a sound was leaving me at the sight of him.
The man so hard and big as he strained from the chair.
“What is it I’ve always done to you?” It was a grated challenge from his mouth.
Maybe he wanted a confession.
Proof.
My hand was shaking like crazy when I wrapped it around the velvet flesh. Then I added the other. I gave a firm squeeze, and my tongue darted out to wet my parched lips. “Make me want things that I shouldn’t have. More of you.”
Always, always, more of you.
Copper eyes glinted.
Fire.
Flames lapping at my soul.
“Who says you shouldn’t have them?”
I almost laughed. It would have been maniacal, frenzied, a mirror to the way this boy made me feel. The way he’d always made me let go. Forget every worry and reservation.
I stroked the long, hard length of him.
A shiver rippled across his golden flesh.
Oh goodness, was the man beautiful like this.
Bare and ready for me.
And I knew I had to be delirious.
Because I was taking him in my mouth. My lips stretched around the hard mass of him.
So big.
Too much.
Everything. Everything.
I wanted to possess him the way he possessed me, and he growled out a sound that shot straight to my core when I licked at the underside of him.
“Fuck . . . Faith . . . you feel so good. So damned good. No one . . . no one has ever made me feel like this. No one. Not ever.”
I couldn’t stop them, the tears that sprang to my eyes as I began to suck him. As I opened myself up to him. Taking him deeper and deeper.
I’d wanted to possess him.
But it was Jace Jacobs who was possessin’ me. Filling my mouth with the measured surges of his cock.
Filling my mind.
Filling my heart.
My knees dug into the floor, and he twisted his hands tighter into my hair, the man rocking harder, deeper, taking more.
Taking all of me.
And I wanted to give it.
But I was so scared. So scared of fully lettin’ go.
Only, sometimes, we didn’t even realize we’d tripped before we were in a free fall.
Unstoppable.
The ground gone.
Ripped right out from under our feet.
I was just terrified of where we would land.
“Fuck . . . Faith . . . baby. That mouth. You have the sweetest mouth. Take it, Faith. Take me.”
He started cursing, barely sitting in the chair, wedging deeper and deeper into my mouth, hitting my throat, desperate for more.
More.
More.
More.
I let go of the chains that were holding me back, and my hands moved to either side of him on the chair. Holding on to it before I floated away.
He was holding on to it, too, the other hand on the table as he jutted and rocked, as if it was the only thing that was keeping us grounded.
Then those hands were back in my hair, tugging hard as he pressed himself as far as he could into me, my jaw sore and burning from the force of him.
And still, I relished every second.
His cock jerking.
His pleasure given to me.
He roared. A prayer he offered to me. His come in my mouth and my name on his tongue.
For a second, I owned it.
Relished it.
This boy I hadn’t been able to keep.
Panic climbed into my chest.
I couldn’t lose him again.
I couldn’t.
I’d never, ever survive.
I realized my eyes were pinned shut when he eased out of me, and I only squeezed them tighter when I felt his hands on my face, tipping it up so he could take me in.
“Faith, sweetheart.” His voice had gone soft, and his thumbs were brushing my cheeks, gathering the moisture I hadn’t realized soaked my skin in hot, terrified streaks.
“Don’t cry. Fuck. Please, don’t cry.”
Oh, I was a mess. Such a mess. But I didn’t want to hide from it anymore.