Dark Hearts (Light in the Dark 3)

“Jace,” I gasp.

He grabs my face, pressing his lips firmly to mine and stealing all my breath.

He lifts me up and carries me back to the table. My butt touches the hard surface and he releases me, using his body to press me down onto it.

“What are you doing?” I ask on a gasp when he releases my lips.

He kisses his way down my neck. “I told you I was going to fuck you on this table. I couldn’t stand waiting any longer when you look more appetizing than my breakfast.”

His words make my heart race.

“I have to get ready for class,” I protest weakly.

“And I have to find a stupid costume for this party tomorrow, but fucking you is much more appealing.”

He has a point there.

“Lay back,” he coaxes. “I’ll take care of you.”

Our eyes meet and he urges me to trust him. I nod once and do as he says. I lie back so I’m completely flat on the table.

“Take your shirt off,” he commands.

“You first,” I parry.

He shakes his head, his lips tipping up in his trademark smirk. “I make the rules, not you.”

I lick my lips, turned on more than I can ever comprehend by his bossy attitude.

I reach down and slowly lift my shirt. His gaze follows my fingers as they curl around the fabric of my shirt, and I lift it up, exposing my stomach and then my breasts. When it’s off I drop it to the floor and lean back on my elbows. The gesture lifts my breasts and he looks at them with heat in his eyes.

When we first started sleeping together I felt completely out of my league and inexperienced. Jace has helped me to become a lot more comfortable with myself in the last few weeks. I still have my moments where I feel silly and unsure, but thankfully they’re not as often as they were.

“Are you going to just stand there and look at me?”

He presses his finger to my lips. “Shh.”

My eyes follow his finger as he trails it between my breasts. I shiver, craving the warmth of his body on mine.

He runs his hands down my thighs and then steps away.

“The rest.” His voice has taken on a husky edge and he presses a shaking hand to his lips.

I oblige, and remove my sleep pants and underwear. He watches as the clothes drop to the floor and then he devours me slowly with his eyes.

Fire.

I am fire and he fans my flames. He makes me burn brighter, he doesn’t try to dull my spark.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, the words barely a sound but I can read his lips. “Lay down and spread your legs.”

I oblige. A bit of that old fear creeps around the edges of my mind, but as he lowers and presses his lips to my sensitive flesh all my thoughts melt away.

The table is cool beneath my back, and surprisingly not that uncomfortable.

Jace swirls his tongue around my clit and I gasp, my hips arching up to meet his mouth.

He grabs my hips and forces them back down, pulling his mouth away long enough to growl out one simple command. “No.”