Page 102 of Unleashing Chaos

“Come put your mouth on me,” he says, his words gravelly with desire.

Shifting to my knees, I slip between his legs, putting my hands on his thighs to hold myself up. “Damn, I know how big you are after the other night, but . . . I don’t know if I can take all of you.”

He smirks, grabbing a handful of my wet curls and tugging firmly. “I believe in you, little hurricane.”

The slightly cocky tone of voice he uses with me in this moment is so hot, I have to take a second to inhale a breath of fresh air or I might hyperventilate. “Well, then I better show up for you, huh?” I say, and without warning, I lower my head and close my mouth over him, taking over half his length into my mouth in one go.

Sliding my lips back up, I swirl my tongue over the head and lick the bead of pre-cum that’s already leaking out of the tip. “Fuck,” I moan around his cock. “You taste so good.”

He brushes his thumb near my mouth and thrusts his hips, pushing himself a little deeper. “That’s it. Take me deep. Your mouth looks so pretty on me, making me feel so good.”

His praise moves me forward and I take him deeper, inch by inch until he hits the back of my throat. I gag a little, and it isn’t just to make him feel good, but because I can’t help it. Dragging my fingernails up and down his thighs, I dig into his skin and glide my lips up his length before repeating the action and taking him all the way down my throat again.

Watching Jace find pleasure has become one of my favorite things, but being completely in control of that pleasure, it’s a power unlike anything I’ve ever known. I’m the reason he licks his lips as he watches himself disappear into my mouth. His blissful hums and surprised hisses are mine. He is at my mercy, and it’s a total turn-on.

Jace takes my hand from his thigh and wraps my fingers around him, just below my mouth. He shows me how to pump him with a twist over his slick shaft as I continue to take him as deep as I can.

“Good girl. Keep going just like that, princess.”

His words send a fresh wave of longing through me, and I’m wet all over again in a way that has nothing to do with the bath we’ve all but abandoned. I hum around him, a contented noise in the back of my throat that earns me a deep groan. When I do it again, he arches his back, pushing himself just a little too far down my throat. I gag again, but this time I recover by tugging up from the base of his shaft toward where my tongue now laps at the proof of his desire at the tip.

He grips the hair at the back of my head and thrusts his hips once . . . twice. “I’m going to come,” he says through gritted teeth. He’s holding back, warning me of what’s about to happen. I appreciate him giving me that choice, but he didn’t have to. The moment I put my mouth on him I knew I wanted it all.

I lock eyes with Jace and bat my lashes, wordlessly telling him to let go. His hold on my hair grows tighter, and his entire body tenses.

“Fuck, Desideria,” he says, as his release washes over my tongue.

I don’t let up, taking it all until his body goes limp. He sinks into the tub and pulls me into his arms. Holding my head to his shoulder, he kisses my forehead and says, “Thank you.”

I angle my head back so I can see his face. “You don’t have to thank me for that. Giving you pleasure feels just as good for me as it does for you. I love watching you fall apart like that. Especially knowing that I’m the cause,” I say, running my fingertip down the center of his chest.

“Good to know, but a performance that good deserves a reward. Is there anything I can do for you?”

My stomach growls in response and my cheeks heat at the sound of it. “Feed me.”

Jace’s phone lights up on the counter across the bathroom. “I got you covered. Our food just arrived.”

He helps me out of the tub and dries me off. After giving me one of his shirts to wear, he leads me into his room, where blankets and pillows are spread out on the floor. The setup reminds me of a people-sized nest. A lap tray holds a bucket of ice with a bottle of wine in the center and two glasses placed upside down. The small touch brings a smile to my face. It’s a tiny show of surrender in Jace’s very controlled environment. He grabs a bag of take-out food from outside his door. I assume Cannon put it there for us after it arrived. While I prepare our plates with what Jace has declared is the best Chinese food in Denver, he turns on the television hanging on the wall. Three of my favorite rom-com movies appear on the screen.

We spend the night in our little nest, arms and legs tangled, never missing an opportunity to steal a kiss. Wrapped in the blankets and buried between the pillows, we can pretend that the inevitable isn’t inching closer. We can get lost in wandering hands and the warmth of skin on skin. I wish I could cling to him, body and soul, and keep him with me like this always. But the end of our time together never stops creeping closer.

Thirty-two

JACE

I can’t take my eyes off Desi. Between the way her lips remain parted as she sleeps and the gentle fluttering of her lashes above her cheeks, I can’t look away. I memorize how every slope and curve of her face looks in the silver glow of the moon. The next sunrise I witness will remind me of her red hair wild against a satin pillowcase and the warmth of her skin in the golden rays of the sun. I have a little over twenty-four hours left to carve every detail of this beautiful demon into my brain.

After three movies Desi fell asleep, and I picked her up and put her in bed. It would sound chivalrous to say I didn’t want her sleeping on the floor all night, that I did it for the sake of comfort. But the truth is, I wanted her in my bed. When she’s gone I want to catch the scent of her in my sheets and remember what her skin felt like while she slept next to me.

I reach out and brush my fingertips over her lips and glide them along her cheek and down her neck. She’s so soft. Her eyes open and I’m struck by how green they are when she first wakes up.

“Good morning,” I say, my voice hoarse from lack of use.

“Good morning,” she replies, easing out of her sleepy haze. “Did you sleep at all?”

I drag my finger down the slope of her nose. “Not a wink.” I sigh and lean back against the headboard, fingers absentmindedly running through her hair. “Not to mention, it’s your last day, Desi. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Saying it out loud makes it feel like the reality I’ve always known it would be.

Desi draws her bottom lip between her teeth, and I hate the tears in her eyes as she says, “I know. I don’t want to miss a second.”

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