Second Chance Scandal

“And I’m about to fuck you raw.”

He mischievously grinned, crawled up my body, kissing and sucking his way up to my lips. He kissed me hard, stifling my words, my thoughts, my entire being. My tongue sought his out, and our kiss quickly turned into its own thing, taking what the other needed.

There was something agonizing about the way we were moving—it was urgent, demanding, and all-consuming. We couldn’t get enough of one another, leaving us wanting more.

I wanted everything.

Him.

All or nothing.

He caressed the side of my face, my breasts, and the back of my thighs like he didn’t know where he wanted to touch me the most.

“I love you, Sophie,” he throatily rasped, causing another moan to erupt from my mouth.

I’d spent years hoping he’d say those three words to me, and there they were, like they were the easiest words for him to say all night.

“Jax…” I moaned in a tone I didn’t recognize.

“I know you love me, and I’ll wait as long as I have to, to hear you say it to me again.”

I placed my hand on his rapidly beating heart that was pounding against my chest, staring profusely into his eyes.

The devotion.

The adoration.

The love…

It was all there, staring right back at me.

“There she is … there’s my Baby Soph.”

In one thrust, he was deep inside of me.

“I’m so fucking in love with you, Sophie.”

Emotions I’d never felt before flew through my entire body while he took me slowly, taking what he wanted—no, needed—from me. His hips thrust harder and deeper into me with deliberate motion, knowing what I loved, he taught them to me. I couldn’t do anything but surrender to him. Submit to the only man I ever loved.

He adoringly kissed all over my face, along my jawline, my forehead, and on the tip of my nose. The room started spinning like it did when his face was in between my legs. My head fell back, and my breathing became heady, urgent, and I felt so damn good…

He immediately lapped at my neck and breasts, leaving tiny marks all over. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to enjoy the sensation of him being on top of me.

“That feel good, baby?” He made his way back up to my mouth.

I nodded, unable to form words. My arms reached around him, hugging him closer against my body, wanting to feel his entire weight on me. He leaned his forehead on mine and breathed out, “Open your eyes, look at me.”

I did, taking in how lively, thriving, and full of love his stare reflected back into mine. Our mouths were parted, still touching and panting profusely.

“Fuck, yes, Sophie … just like that… Come on my cock… Give me what I want.”

I was coming from my head down to my toes. Grabbing my leg, he inched it higher up his body.

“You like that?”

“Yes… Don’t stop…”

“I won’t. I’ll make love to you all night. You’re mine. You’re all fucking mine, and I’m not letting you go.”