He groaned as I pushed the denim down his butt along with his boxer-briefs. The moment his hot, naked flesh stuck to mine, I grabbed his hard length.
His entire body shot rigid. His face nuzzled into my hair as his hips rocked, seeking more of my touch.
I squeezed him hard, wanting to hurt him while also showing him we were equally matched in bed. He could make me come undone, but I could make him do the same.
“That feels so good,” he breathed into my ear as I stroked him up and down, my skin sizzling with how hot he was.
“I want you,” he grunted. “Only you. Always you.”
I squeezed my eyes from more tears. The timbre and truth of his voice almost made me believe it.
Unfortunately, where I had limited jurisdiction over my heart, I had no control over my body. Not a scrap of authority as I turned shuddery and shivery and opened my legs wider in invitation.
This is just physical.
It means nothing.
Liar.
His grip on my hair tightened, tugging my head back so he could attack and kiss his way down my throat.
My cream T-shirt didn’t protect me from the hot dampness of his mouth as he sucked my nipple through the material.
A flood of wetness crested through me.
He groaned as he inserted a second finger inside me, and I pumped him faster.
The longer he physically loved me, the harder I found it to keep emotional distance.
I wanted to burst into tears because this, this was what I’d begged for. The domestication and the dominance. The sweet and the surly. He’d finally given me everything, but I was too afraid to take it. Too confused and timid to trust.
His tongue circled my nipple over my T-shirt as he nipped and suckled his way back to my mouth, consuming me with his heady taste.
My breaths turned choppy and short as primal command made my skin spark with need.
With sudden fierceness, I pumped him once more, tugged on his wrist to remove his fingers from inside me, then lined up his tip to my entrance.
He reared over me, lips wet, eyes black, a wildness inside him that made me tumble into agony. “Wait, I want—”
“Fuck me, Jacob.” I arched my spine, grazing my wetness on his erection.
He locked in place, a hiss trickling from his mouth. “But—”
“Finish this.” I gritted my teeth.
I wanted him desperately to end this.
I wanted it over.
“No matter what you think, this isn’t the end, Hope.” He kissed me softly. “It’s just the beginning.” He planted hands into the mattress and pressed an inch inside me. “Tell me you understand that.”
I pursed my lips and said nothing.
My eyes shot a challenge. My body screamed a goodbye.
And Jacob accepted my denial with a swift, deep thrust.
Taking me. Impaling me. Filling me with every part of him.
I cried out, raking my nails down his back, willing my body to accept him even though I’d banished my heart from such a thing.
His head tipped forward as he quaked with desire. His length inside me hardened, stretching me until I utterly belonged to him.
And then he moved.
A rock of his hips. A pound of his body.
He didn’t make love or fuck me.
He claimed me, invaded me, surrounded me with every sense until I was molten despair in his arms.
“This is us, Hope. You and me. Forever.” He thrust into me, his breath catching as a wash of pure pleasure engulfed us.
“Don’t talk.” I moaned, grabbing his hips and commanding him to take me faster.
He obeyed, driving me into the bed with the delicious speed of a frenzied beast and adoring lover. His mess of long blond hair tickled my cheeks as he kissed me. His few-day old beard rasped my lips and skin. He was as Wild as I’d ever seen and I shivered in his power.
I was merely his conquest, there to accept his temper all while he vowed to love me.
His tongue hunted mine again. His groan dark and heady, twisting my belly with a tingling orgasm.
Somehow, he knew.
He felt how close I was.
He sank deeper, driving into me, consuming me until we were savage with lust.
He fought to climb into me, and I clawed to get closer to him.
Our bodies slowly slicked with sweat; our nerve endings quickly sought a mind-shattering release.
His hand shot between us, his rough farmer’s thumb finding my clit.
His rhythm picked up speed, hammering into me as his touch gave me nowhere to hide. “I want to feel you come when I’m inside you.” His breath caught, and his tone rasped with greed.
I savoured the sensation of him controlling every part of me.
I gave up rocking against him. I stopped screaming at my heart not to fall. I gave in because it was the only thing I could do with the man I wanted more than anything on top of me.