Page 65 of Unleashing Chaos

Before I even have a chance to answer, he dives between my legs without warning and puts his mouth on me, his tongue sinking deep inside. I squeal without any regard for how out of control I might sound; all I care about is how he’s making me feel—like I’m invincible, like my body is on fire in the best possible way.

Jace hums his approval as he devours me thoroughly. The tip of his tongue glides back to my clit, and he fills me with two fingers, reaching that place deep inside me. I break, his name flowing from my mouth, my body gripping him tight. Without missing a beat, he helps me ride out my high until I have nothing left to give.

I sink into the mattress, working to catch my breath. Jace remains between my legs, bathing me with his tongue and pressing kisses to my lower stomach and thighs. He is so attentive; I hardly have a chance to bask in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had when that needy ache returns.

He’s lapping at my center again when I tug on his hair until he looks up at me with lust shining in his gray eyes. “Jace.”

He plants another kiss on my inner thigh. “Yes, little hurricane? You’re interrupting my dessert, so it better be good.”

I clench my core and tamp down the mounting desire building within me. Damn, this man is going to take me out. Thankfully, he gives me a reprieve. Jace licks his lips and rises to his knees. I glance down at where his cock is tenting his pants. He’s still as hard as he was when he came in here, and I want to help him find his release, just as he did for me.

“Let me touch you. Please.”

He reaches into his pants and lowers the waist, revealing his hand wrapped around himself. Not in all my decades have I seen anyone look so otherworldly. His chestnut hair perfectly rumpled, his cut abs like something chiseled by a sculptor’s hand, and his cock . . . seeing it under his boxer briefs had nothing on this. His body is flawless. Even the gnarly scar on his chest is sexy.

With lazy strokes up and down his shaft, he says, “Tonight, on your date, you didn’t—” He shakes his head like he’s trying to dislodge the thought. “Have you ever touched a man?”

“You know the answer to that question, Jace.”

“Do I?” he murmurs, shifting closer to me.

I rise to my knees but don’t move any closer to him, letting him come to me. “You should. I didn’t feel a spark of electricity with my date, Jace. No part of me wanted to touch him. In fact, all I thought about the whole time was what you were doing and if tonight might be the night you spoke to me again.”

“Let me hear it. I need you to say it.”

“No. I’ve never touched a man . . . not like that.”

He stares at me with pure wonder in his eyes, like he’s been given the most precious of gifts.

“Come here and give me your hand, Desideria.”

The command in his voice makes my heart pound against my chest and my mind reel with provocative scenarios. Does Jace only enjoy giving orders or do his sexual tastes venture into more salacious types of play? I’m desperate to know, so with no reservations, I offer him my wrist.

“Open it for me,” he murmurs, and when I unfurl my fingers, he brings my palm to his mouth and licks it, sending a shock wave of desire between my legs. He closes my hand around him, and his eyes flutter shut, his perfect lips parting, a groan escaping from low in his throat.

I move my hand slowly up and down. The sensation of his skin in my palm is addictive, and I can’t help but tighten my grip on him. I enjoy the way he pulsates in my hand, and I steal glances at his face. He’s always handsome, but it’s impossible to stop staring when he’s like this—his eyes hooded, jaw clenched, chest heaving.

“Is this okay?” I whisper, moving closer to him so our legs touch.

He releases my hand and combs his fingers through my hair. “Yes. Don’t stop. I’m already close.”

His touch and words drive me forward, and I speed up my strokes. With each pump, he grows harder. I marvel at his response, at how his body is so different from mine. Hard and soft, chiseled and curved, and all of it desperate for more.

“Come for me, Jace,” I murmur.

“Fuck, Desideria,” he gasps. His desire spills from him onto his stomach and over my hand. I draw my bottom lip into my mouth as I watch the milky liquid run onto my pale skin. If I thought watching Jace’s desire was hot, the sight of him losing himself is off the charts.

Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I put my first two between my lips and suck, closing my eyes as the salty taste of him hits my tongue. I hum my approval and flash him a smile. “You taste good,” I say as he reaches over to my nightstand for the tissue box.

“You’re a wicked thing, and that’s bound to get me hard again.”

I smirk and lie back against the pillows with my hands folded behind my head as he gently wipes between my thighs before moving next to me. He doesn’t lie down, but just moves my hair out of my face. The tips of his fingers fall to my chest and the crescent moon surrounded by seven pointed rays marking my sternum. It has an iridescent sheen, making it slightly paler than the rest of my skin.

“What does this mean?” he asks.

I shiver at his touch and say, “It’s the mark of a demon. Every being not of this realm has one. Demons bear a moon and angels a sun with the same pointed rays, but not every mark is the same size or on the same part of their body. When angels and demons are in this realm, it’s impossible to tell us apart. Unless I saw the mark, I wouldn’t recognize a fellow demon since only those who have a humanlike form are sent here. It’s believed that the creator marked us so we could identify each other and focus on humans when we’re sent to guide them.”

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

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