“Just like that. Just. Like. That.”
Bolstered by his reaction, she kept up the pace, worshipping his cock with her mouth and hands. She timed it so her fingers glided along his swollen shaft with each retreat. She squeezed her fingers, tasting a hint of his semen, the flavor salty and tart. She moaned when she imagined him coming like this, forcing her to swallow him down. Instead of being repulsed, the idea appealed to a side of her that had just breathed new life.
Taste him. Claim him. Make him yours.
Her birthmark flared at the thought, burning white-hot. She started to pull away, lowering her hand to rub at the stinging spot on her wrist. Jackson tugged at her hair and his erection slid from her lips. There was no preamble, no soft petting. He thrust her onto the bed, her head landing on the softness of the pillows. Then he was there, coming over her body, all muscle, tanned skin and unforgettable features.
His hand trembled as he fisted his cock and slid it along her wet cleft. “Do you accept me, Chloe?”
It wasn’t just sex he was asking for. This was something deeper and more profound. The part of her that craved Jackson in all ways roared the answer in her head, repeating it over and over. Pure sexual desire pulsed within her, making her nipples harden and her pussy weep. Confused and shaken, she acknowledged the chorus in her mind, knowing she didn’t have another choice.
“Yes.”
The broad head brushed past the folds of her sex and dipped inside. She arched her back, wanting more of him. The burn in her wrist continued, as though the skin had been recently branded with the mark, the small area of flesh tingling painfully.
“Look at me,” he ordered, the words a low growl.
Their gazes met. She didn’t turn away, looking him in the eye as he plunged deeper into her body. Her pussy stretched, unaccustomed to his size and length, making way for his entry. There was no pain, only an incredible fullness as he slid deeper. Dimly she realized he wasn’t using protection and that he needed to put on a condom. Before she could ask him to stop he slammed his hips forward, burying himself within her, the head of his cock bumping her cervix.
“I knew you’d be like this,” he rasped, staying still, his length pulsing inside her. “So hot and tight. Squeezing me like a fist. You’re going to burn me alive.”
Bringing her hands up, she buried his fingers in his biceps. Like this, she couldn’t tell where she started and he ended. They were simply one, connected in the most intimate way. Their skin collided, the smoothness of his chest teasing her nipples. She mewled and rubbed against him, aching in ways she couldn’t describe.
She couldn’t prevent a panicked gasp when he pulled away, the thickness against her vaginal walls retreating. She lowered her fingers, running them down his back to his buttocks. Before she could force him back he thrust into her, the weight of his testicles slapping her ass. White speckles dotted her vision, the pleasure so intense she couldn’t stand it. Nothing existed in that moment—no worries for what she was doing, no concern about the pain in her wrist or the fact she was having sex with a virtual stranger.
He’s not a stranger, the raging beast inside her corrected. He’s ours.
There was no reason to argue or try to convince herself otherwise. This moment did feel right, as though it was always meant to be. Jackson’s scent slammed into her nose, making her clit throb. She’d never get enough of the way he brought her to life, of how amazing he made her feel.
“Damn you feel good.” His voice was hoarse, the words thick with lust. He grasped her hips, holding her in place. “Hold on, baby. I’m about to make you scream.”
Then he was moving in and out, forceful and steady. Each spear into her vagina hit a sweet spot, making heat build in her belly. Her nails scraped along his ass, urging him on as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Just when she thought she’d fall over the edge he brought his hand between their bodies and found her clit, clever fingers pinching and massaging the bundle of nerves.
He pulled out and returned—harder this time. She cried out, rotating her pelvis, reaching for the ecstasy he could give her. Two more thrusts and the expert glide of his fingers sent her soaring.
She fought for breath, consumed by the fire that spread through her body as he moved faster. Electric prickles ventured from her pussy to her stomach, working their way up her torso. Her nipples were more sensitive now, making the pressure of his chest against hers almost unbearable.
When the last spasms faded she sagged against the pillows. To her shock he pulled her up and rolled her over, situating her on her hands and knees.
“Not yet,” he whispered, lining up his cock and carefully edging into her.
He didn’t thrust into her pussy this time. He rammed his cock into her, nudging her cervix, forcing her toward the head of the bed. She grasped the rails on the headboard, using them for balance, biting her lip as the agonizing fire in her birthmark increased. Jackson moved over her, trapping her beneath him. She felt him move her hair aside, his lips whispering over her shoulder. Then she felt his tongue bathing the area, the flicks soft but insistent.
His teeth sank deeply into her skin. The sharp, piercing pain had her crying out.
“Mine,” Jackson growled, the word muffled by his lips against her flesh.
One last thrust and she felt his length jerking inside her, a hot splash filling her pussy. He didn’t release her, biting harder, hammering into her with enough force that her knees started to shake. In an instant the burn in her wrist vanished. There was no ache, no horrible prickling sensation. She didn’t have time to dwell on it, trying to remain upright. Suddenly he went still, chest heaving against her back, his sweat-slicked skin rubbing against her.
She hissed when he pulled his teeth from her shoulder, leaving behind a dull throb. He murmured something she couldn’t make out and laved the sore area with his tongue, taking his time, soothing the ravaged flesh. A part of her wanted to hide her face in the pillows when he pulled his cock from her swollen and protesting pussy. She whimpered, unprepared for how sore she felt. Her sex pulsed, aching from the rough use although she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
He fell to his side and took her with him, spooning her much smaller frame with his. Their labored breathing filled the silence of the room, hard exhalations slowly evening out. Now that the sexual haze that had taken her over was gone she was embarrassed by her behavior. But beneath the embarrassment there was a level of contentment and peace. The way he held her made her feel safe, the smooth brush of his fingers over her hip reassuring.
“Rest,” Jackson ordered softly. “I’m not finished with you.”
Closing her eyes, she basked in his touch and the heat of his body. The night belonged to them. Tomorrow she could ask questions and accept the consequences of her actions. Since she was a child she’d always done as she was told, behaving like the good girl her grandparents expected her to be. For one evening she would embrace what she’d always wanted but had never experienced.
She’d explore everything Jackson wanted to show her.
And she’d enjoy every minute of it.
For the first time, she was going to know what it was like to really live.
Chapter Three
Jackson studied the sleeping female in his bed, stunned by the unfamiliar tightness in his chest. She was beautiful in sleep, the lashes fanning her cheeks long and lush. A ray of the rising sun broke through the curtains, heralding the dawn, making the strands of her blonde hair glow against the cream-colored pillow. She looked like an angel, peaceful and content in slumber.