Page 162 of Second Chance Mates

He pushes into me, and my entire world stops. My lips part, and I exhale a deep moan of pleasure. His hand presses down on my waist, pinning me to the bed as he sinks further. He fills me until I’m full and squirming under his weight.

“Jax,” I say breathlessly.

I’m already close. After being teased, I’m ready to detonate.

My eyes begin to water with how perfect he feels inside me. I listen to the groan that escapes his lips, and it’s almost enough to shoot me past the finishing line. But he starts to speed up, his skin slapping against mine. His other hand pins my neck down as he rests his lips against my ear. “Is this what you wanted?”

I whimper. “Yes.”

His cock fills me with each thrust, and I’m floating. Physically floating.

“I want you to come for me. Right. Now.”

Those thrusts are strong and powerful. It takes seconds for me to do as he says. I come. I come so hard I don’t even register the words that are falling from the back of my throat. My mind erupts with stars, and I burst.

“Good girl,” he rasps. “Good girl.”

Pressure builds along my lash line as I gasp for breath. My body is still jolting as he continues to fuck me. “Fuck, Jax.”

He slows down so I can finally suck some air into my lungs. He flips me back over and praises my body with eyes that remind me of a hungry lion. Primal. He wants me, and it’s written all over his face.

I press my palm to the centre of his chest, feeling the warmth and hardness of his muscles. He pushes back inside me and hoists one leg over his shoulder. He presses his nose against mine and watches my facial expressions as he pounds into me with sharp and determined thrusts.

Every inch of me melts into the bed as he presses my other leg down by my knee. It gives him deeper access, and I’m ready to lose my mind entirely. His pace is slower than before but enough to make me lose my train of thought.

His hand slips up my sternum, grazing my nipples on the way. He wraps his hand loosely around the base of my throat, and I almost come there and then. My lips tremble as my walls tighten around him, eager for my next climax.

“Goddess, look at you,” he rasps. “So fucking beautiful. You were made for me. All for me.”

Jax growls when I moan. “Oh my God.”

His hand around my throat tightens an inch, but it sends a thrill down my spine and makes my pussy throb. He looks me dead in the eye.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

His eyes turn impossibly darker. “I want you to say it.”

“I’m yours, Jax. Only yours.”

The hand around my neck is replaced with his lips. He kisses across the base of my throat as he continues to hit my g-spot with every movement of his hips. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin. He hisses into my neck but doesn’t complain.

“That’s right. You’re mine. Only mine. And I am all yours, baby. Every inch of me is yours,” he grunts intensely. “We belong to each other.”

I gasp when his canines lightly graze my sensitive flesh. My hands grip onto him urgently. Tears swim in my eyes as my orgasm explodes, and he plunges his teeth into my skin.

For a split second, I am in agony. My heart clenches and stops until my body bursts into endless rapture. He continues to pound into me. Everything trembles with my climax heightened. I’m certain I levitate at some point or have some out-of-body experience. I’m swarmed with all of his emotions—my head pivots as I tremble.

Jaxon starts to lick and kiss where he marked me, treasuring the bite with everything. His lips vibrate against my tender mark as he comes shortly after me. My arms drop to the bed, unable to move a muscle.

Suddenly, a gust of cold washes over me like a bucket of ice. My vision becomes hazy and Jaxon’s touch starts to feel numb. He pulls himself from me before wrapping me up in a blanket and tugging me onto his chest. “Baby.” His voice sounds concerned. “Your skin is boiling.”

He raises a hand to my forehead and flinches from the heat. I can barely keep my eyes open. I shake my head at his words. It’s like I’m neck-deep in a pile of snow. “I’m so c-cold.”

“No, Ava. You’re on fire,” he murmurs. “Do you feel okay? Did I hurt you?”

His fingers move a piece of hair clung to my forehead. “No, I–” I whisper weakly. I can’t even finish my sentence.

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