“I trust you.”
I trust you.
The hand on my throat slipped around to the top of my back, and he pressed me tighter against the dresser. Cool wood hit my bare breasts, and one of his knees nudged my legs apart.
Exposing me.
He ran his fingers between my thighs.
A gasp pulled free, and my body arched with a pulse of pleasure.
A needy sound came from the base of my throat, and I was pushing back, begging for more.
No shyness found.
Only me and this boy.
This boy who’d been mine and who’d become this intense, fierce, dominating man.
And his fingers were pressing deeper. Pulsing and receding into the walls of my body. Winding me up so fast I couldn’t make sense of it, the feeling that gathered like a ball of fire at my core.
My knees came close to buckling. The man so staggering he knocked me from my feet.
“Jace,” I begged. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, and somehow, I knew, he was just getting started.
And he was suddenly kneeling behind me, gripping me by both sides of my bottom, spreading me. His tongue swept through my folds, kissing and lapping and fucking and . . .
“Jace . . . oh . . . that feels so good. What are you doing to me?”
He bit down on one side of my bottom. Not enough to cause a whole lot of pain but enough to shoot a spear of need through me, my body burning up, lit from the inside and those flames spreading fast.
I’d never felt anything like it. Not in all my life.
He ran his nose up my cleft. “You have no idea what I plan to do to you, do you, good girl?”
His old nickname that’d been nothing less than a warning pulled from the smirk I could feel imprinted on my flesh, his mouth quirking up as he kissed up my back.
Shivers rolled.
He was everywhere.
I met the arrogance in his eye.
“Show me.”
He stepped back, showing me that body, fisting that hard, massive length in his fist.
My mouth watered.
And then he was right there, pushing the fat head of himself into my lips, and a strangled breath was leaving my lungs.
Because he was so big. Consuming. Overwhelming as he gripped me by the hips and slammed into me.
A yelp ripped free.
Echoed around my room.
I was overcome by the perfect burn.
By the way he felt, taking all of me.
Possessing.
Every inch.
A grunted curse fell from his mouth. “The question is, what are you doing to me? What are you doing to me, Faith?”
He cinched tighter on my waist, yanking me back to meet every solid, hard thrust as he began to pound into me.
“What is it you’re doing to me? You’re making me crazy. Making me do crazy things. God. Fuck. You feel so good. I don’t ever want it to stop.”
His hand was in my hair, fisting and guiding me until my neck arched and he dropped his lips close to my ear, his chest pressed to my back. “Look at you.”
I couldn’t resist taking in the reflection staring back at me, my eyes so big, dark and somehow bright. Lips parted in need beneath his masculine sexuality.
I looked different.
Bolder and harder and needier at the same time. The little pleas that whimpered from my mouth were nothing less than a demand, “All I see is you. Touching me. Taking me. I’m yours, Jace. Yours.”
Jace started running those big thumbs up and down the crease of my bottom, a tease of illicit desire. My stomach filled with this ball of need so intense I could barely see.
So intense it glowed.
I could feel it all around us.
Brighter and brighter.
His body pounded into mine while he touched me in a place I’d never been touched before.
A gush of a plea whispered from my mouth, and I was pressing back, begging for more, the front of my body writhing against the wood.
“You’re so sexy. So damned sexy, Faith. Underneath all that sweetness, you are the fucking most devastating thing I’ve ever seen. Did you think of me? Did you picture me? Owning you this way?”
Oh, God, and I couldn’t take it, his words and his assault, and that feeling that was gathering tighter. Getting closer and closer.
“Please,” I whimpered, needing him to put me out of my misery.
“What do you need?”
“You. I need you, Jace.”
Instantly, my body was jerked up, my back to the strength of his straining chest, his fucks so deep as he held me up with one arm across my chest, the other winding around and touching me.
Jace watched me through the mirror. Him stroking my clit, my body stretched out across him, his hand cupping one breast, thumb flicking at that sensitive spot, too.
He was everywhere.
Driving me wild.
His expression devout.
His thrusts relentless.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
Taking all of me.
Giving me everything. The way he promised me he would.