C10, PT. 5

Watching him fight his orgasm did a number on her. She was primed before she got on top of him. She was sure he could feel the damp crotch of her tights and thong as she rubbed along his hard length. She wanted to be naked, skin to skin, but she could hold out a little longer, right? He watched her slow, erotic grind, lips peeled back from his teeth in a snarl as he fought his nature. Twice, she stopped so he could retain control. The third time, he broke.

“Jasmine.”

The plea in his garbled tone nearly made her come.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He heard her consent and acted immediately, rolling her beneath him. He positioned her ass on the edge of the bed. She lifted her hips, expecting him to yank her tights down, but he didn’t bother. He spread her thighs and ripped a hole in her soaked crotch. Before she could process that, he brushed her thong aside, and began to penetrate. Her feet tried to find purchase on the ground as she tried to adjust to his abrupt, relentless invasion. His hands glided down the back of her thighs to her ass and squeezed as he bottomed out.

“Heaven.”

His reverent tone made her smile.

“My dirty angel,” he said gruffly. “You were made for me. To please me, torture me. You create heaven on earth for me.”

He braced his hands on either side of her and leaned down for a kiss that was so tender, her eyes watered. It was a replay of her past—drowning in him so he was all that mattered.

I’m not trying to hurt you, but we all know when it comes to him, you’re blind and reckless.

Ariana’s cutting voice sliced through her euphoria. She tried to block out her sister’s disgust, but it was closely followed by a prim, pragmatic voice reminding her not to take anything he said too seriously. Men always said things they didn’t mean while in the throes. Soon, she would be alone again.

A wave of despair dampened her lust. She fought to hold on to their burning fire, but anxiety shoved her under and extinguished it. She broke the kiss and turned her face to the side to catch her breath.

“Jasmine?”

“I…” She turned her face toward the darkness so he couldn’t see the stark emotions contorting her features. Mortified, she pushed against his shoulders for space. He didn’t budge. “I’m sorry. I…”

“Look at me.”

 She couldn’t. She tried to scoot out from under him, but he gave her his weight, imbedding himself as deep as possible, reminding her that they were in the midst of a hot sex session.

“Jasmine.”

She draped a hand over her burning eyes. “I’m sorry. My mind is all fucked up.”

“What’d they say to you?”

“Nothing important.” She wriggled. “Can you—”

“I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. I promised to help your family, but not at our expense. They come between us, I’ll burn everything they value to the ground.”

She dropped her arm, Ariana’s worries about him turning on them ringing in her mind. “You promised.”

Angry eyes catalogued her somber expression as he brushed damp strands of hair from her face. “I also promised to make you happy, yet I’m supposed to help those who hurt you the most. What am I supposed to do?”

“Maybe there will be a time that I give up on them and tell you to do your worst, but we aren’t there yet.” She put her finger to his mouth when he tried to speak. “There won’t be other incidents. I doubt we’ll be spending much time together in the future.”

She sensed his surprise and rising tension.

“It won’t affect your dealings with them at work, it was a tiff about the past and how they see me.” She stroked his hostile face. “Thank you for helping them, even though they don’t deserve it.”

“I did it for you.”

“I know.” She kissed him and when he didn’t return the pressure, ran her tongue along the scar on his upper lip. “I don’t know how to repay you.”

Their eyes collided, held. Slowly, he rolled his hips, making her toes curl.

“You repay me when you sleep beside me, when you let me touch you, when I see you get off pleasuring me. I’ll spend a fortune to make you smile. What will it take? Jewelry, cars, an island? What’s your dream, princess?”

“You.”

Clouds hid the moon, plunging the room into darkness, and concealing his reaction to her confession. She traced the familiar lines of his face, noting the parted lips and that his eyes were still open when her fingertip brushed over his thick lashes.

“From the moment we met, you became my ideal hero. Even when I walked away, I couldn’t say goodbye to your character. I needed him because I didn’t have you. You’re the hero and the villain—my favorite nightmare. It’s simple. If you want to make my dreams come true, keep giving me Jamie.”

It took her several seconds to process the tense body hovering over her and the stifling silence. Had she said too much? She dropped her hand, only to have it grasped and pressed to his lips.

“No matter what happens, you’ll always have me.”

The gravelly tone and tight grip on her hand told her he meant it, but in a few months, he would feel differently. She would deal with that when the time came. It was an inopportune moment for the clouds to disappear, revealing her shimmering eyes.

 “You had me before I knew your name,” he said as he brushed away her tear. “You had me after you divorced me. Why do you think I was so fucking pissed?”

She searched his face before she ventured, “You say I belong to you.”

All softness leeched from his face. “You do.”

“Does that go both ways? Do you belong to me?”

His cock jumped inside her and his eyes burned with holy fire. Ariana would have run screaming from the monster staring at her, but she cuddled him.

“Jamie?” His body tightened, muscles flexing around her as he reacted to her query. “Do you belong to me?”

He didn’t speak, but she saw the answer stamped into every brutal line of his face. He was stiff, not moving, breathing shallow. His eyelids swept down as her hands moved over his body, now covered in cold sweat.

“You’re trying to break me.”

His voice was so guttural, it was hard to make out his words.

She nuzzled him. “Not breaking. We’re fixing each other, remember?”

“I can’t be fixed.”

“Neither can I.” She kissed him to comfort them both. They were two broken, lost souls. Both equally damaged. So much so, neither could heal the other. “Just give me what you can. It’ll be enough.”

“Jasmine.”

She gave him a fierce kiss. “I need you.” She arched her hips. “Fix me, Jamie.”

When he pulled back, she panicked for a moment before he bent to pick up her foot and tugged off her boots. He took his time undressing her, ignoring his fully erect, dripping cock. When she was naked, he used his mouth on her the way she had with him. He dissolved her anxiety and fears until there was only him. She wasn’t half as disciplined as he’d been. She threatened, shouted, begged, clawed, and fought. He was merciful and let her come before he slid inside her. He hit her G spot with such accuracy that her mind disconnected from the body. She wasn’t Jasmine Roth. She wasn’t even Jasmine. She was just a being, one with the carnal urge to be used, emptied, and refilled. She’d been made for him. She could feel it in her bones.

White light flashed behind her eyelids as her orgasm took everything she had. Roth came with her, shouting her name before he collapsed on top of her, powerful body coated in sweat, shuddering.

“Jamie,” she croaked.

He rolled off her so she could breathe and turned her on her side. He spooned her from behind, one arm dragging her against him, so her cheek rested on his bicep. She hummed happily as his hand moved over her. She was replete, content, and sleepy.

“Whenever I’m with you, you make me believe I can be someone else,” he said into her hair. “It’s dangerous for me to believe such things.”

 She didn’t respond to the ramblings of a man well-sated.

“I’d do anything for you, princess. All you have to do is ask.”

She reached back to pat his cheek and got another kiss on her palm. Before her breathing evened out, he fell asleep. She forced herself to stay awake and watched the moody winter night sky and absorbed the feeling of being held almost desperately close. She tried to imprint this moment into her memory banks, hoping she could recall this feeling when the going got tough. Everything between them was perfect. If only it could stay this way… She sighed as the hopeful romantic dueled with the unforgiving realist in her mind. He didn’t love her, but he made her feel loved. That was enough.

As a shooting star streaked across the sky, her mouth curved in a fanciful smile. She closed her eyes and made a wish.

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