Page 93 of Unleashing Chaos

“I won’t.”

“Then I won’t stop until I have you screaming my name.”

The determination flashing in Jace’s eyes is a complete turn-on. I know his fingers and mouth are magical, but I’m eager to discover what the rest of him can do. I don’t doubt he’ll make good on his promise more than once. Jace Wilder only does things to perfection.

He fishes his wallet out of his pocket and removes a golden packet.

I place my hand over his. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. We aren’t compatible in that way, and I can’t contract any kind of human diseases, remember? Besides, I’ve only ever been with you, so . . .”

One side of Jace’s mouth quirks and he tosses the condom over his shoulder. Pressing his lips to my neck, he says, “Now that I know I’ll get to feel you around me with no barriers, it’s going to be hard to hold back.”

I thread my fingers into his hair and tug until he lifts his eyes to mine. “Who said anything about holding back? I meant what I said—I want you to give me everything, Jace. We’ve waited long enough for this.” I lift my hips and press the damp center of my panties against the bulge in his slacks as I reach down and undo the button so fast I rip it from the material. “I can take every inch of you.”

“Spoken like a true queen.” He lowers the lace cupping my breast and drags his lips over the hard peak. “I suggest you not get ahead of yourself. You just might bite off more than this beautiful body can handle.”

I arch my neck back and murmur, “Remember: I’m immortal. Nothing you do is going to break me.” I bring my gaze back to his. “I want you to think about every time you wanted to be inside me and forced yourself to resist. Make up for all those times right now.”

“I have a better idea.” He bites my nipple. “Quit rushing this and let me savor you. I want to make this last.”

I settle back into the pillow, raising my arms and crossing them behind my head. “Well, when you put it that way, why would I do anything else?” I eye his pants. “But can you at least take those off? I already ripped the button, so it should be easy.”

He chuckles and tugs them down. “I’m second-guessing my plan. Maybe I should sit back and let you worship me. I have a feeling I would end up thoroughly ravaged.”

I grin and bring one hand down to his cheek as if to tenderly stroke it, but instead I slide it to the back of his neck and pull him so our faces are inches apart. “It would be my distinct pleasure to thoroughly ravage you, and I think I could come just from getting you off,” I say, my lips barely brushing against his.

“A theory I’d like to put to the test, but not right now.”

Jace makes his way down my body, pulling the straps of my bra down my arms and lowering it to free my breasts. He pauses a moment to lavish each nipple with wet strokes of his tongue before kissing the moon on my sternum. When he reaches my soft stomach, his thumbs continue to the sides of my panties. They hook beneath the lace and drag it down my legs. Jace showers open-mouth kisses over each new patch of skin he reveals.

I shift underneath him, my body aflame with the insatiable need to touch him. Now that I’m here, underneath him, it’s taking every ounce of my rapidly deteriorating self-control to let him continue his slow descent to my throbbing center.

When he finally slides my panties all the way off my feet and drops them to the floor, he leans back on his heels and admires me. Every inch of my skin tightens under his scrutiny. I let my own gaze roam over him—his smooth, tanned skin, hard abs, the strong biceps that I want wrapped around me, his chestnut hair mussed, and his gray eyes lit by lust, excitement, and something else I can’t quite define.

My eyes drift to the scar on his chest. The reminder that Jace was once in mortal danger. To think that I might have never had the chance to know this beautiful, intelligent, witty creature . . . I’m absolutely smitten with him, every part, inside and out.

Jace lowers the band of his black boxer briefs. It follows the V at his hips and reveals the dark thatch of hair before the hard length of him is free. The last of his clothes end up on the floor and nothing remains between us as he covers my body with his.

He brushes the curls away from my face and says, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

One last attempt at giving me an out. His concern is totally unnecessary. My mind is made up, and I know what I want to happen from here.

“Yes, Jace. I’m surer of this than I have been of anything else in my entire existence. I need to be with you as much as I need my next breath. Don’t make me wait any longer,” I murmur, my heart racing against my rib cage.

I know what I’m getting with Jace. The passion we share, every kiss and touch are exactly what my body craves. I’ve spent too many decades chasing this feeling to fall short. It doesn’t matter that we aren’t forever or that he might not feel as intensely about me as I feel about him. I have the chance, even if it’s only for one night, to give myself to someone who can satisfy me the way no one else can.

Jace places my hand around the back of his neck and curls my fingers in his hair. “You’re in charge, little hurricane.”

Little hurricane. I worried I’d never hear it again, but just now, hearing it from his lips, it feels like he never stopped saying it.

I tremble as he lifts my leg over his hip and aligns his body with mine. He runs his knuckles from my temple to my jaw and holds my gaze. My breath hitches as he rocks forward, and his fingertips dig into my outer thigh.

“Relax and stay right here with me. I promise I’m about to ruin every toy in the drawer next to your bed for the rest of your life.”

I nod, and again he rolls his hips and his length glides through the seam of me. The tip of him touches my clit, rubbing against it in a way that makes my back arch. He plays with me until the need between my legs is a throbbing void desperate to be filled.

I grip his hair and brush my lips against his. “Please, Jace.”

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sound.”

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