Page 94 of Unleashing Chaos

“What? Me begging for you? You like to hear that? My tongue dripping with those words, the pleas for your body to give me what I’ve wanted from you for months?” I tug at his hair and press my hips against his, a moan escaping my throat when I feel how hard he is against me. “You do realize how long I’ve wanted you, don’t you?”

“I know, and I’m going to make the wait worth it.”

Jace presses forward, stretching me open. He takes his time pulling away and dipping inside me again and again. Each movement pushes him deeper until every long, hard inch of him fills me.

He holds still and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Are you good?”

His lips brand my skin, and I know that even long after the sensation of his touch is gone, I’ll feel their absence.

I meet his eyes and nod. “I’m more than good. I’m perfect.”

He kisses my temple and down my jawline. “Yes. You are.”

I stretch my neck back, and with each little open-mouthed kiss, he makes a contented sound in the back of his throat that makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, he is as smitten with me as I am with him.

He rolls his hips and the way he fills me up takes my breath. How goddamn perfect. “Jace,” I gasp. “Tell me you feel that.”

He laces his fingers with mine, pinning my hand above my head. “All I feel is you. Every curve.” He pulls out and sinks back in. “Every inch of soft skin.” Another thrust. “The tight, warm depths of you.” This time he hits deeper. “I feel it all, and I want more.” He lifts my leg higher, wrapping it around his waist. “Tell me I can take more, Desideria.”

I meet his every move, clenching my walls around him, loving the groans he’s breathing in my ear. “Jace, take it all. I’d let you have everything, forever, and you know it,” I say without thinking, and I inhale sharply, hoping my words don’t scare him away or cause him to back off. Not now. Not when I need him so close.

He takes my hand from his neck and pins it next to the other. Raw need burns in his eyes and the muscle in his jaw flexes. I hold my breath, waiting for this to all come to an end. Jace glides his tongue up the side of my neck and whispers against my ear, “Just give me now.”

My reply leaves my lips as a moan as his body drives into mine over and over again. All tenderness evaporates into primal need. Jace takes me hard, fast, like he’s just as starved for me as I am for him. I accept every gloriously rough stroke, letting them draw me closer to the edge. This is what I need, the hard push that sends me flying into euphoria.

“What are you doing to me, Jace?” I cry, struggling against his hold on me, not because I don’t like it, but because I want him to scold me. I want him to dominate me. “I never thought it could feel like this.”

“Only with me. It can only feel like this with me.”

The truth of his words is harsh, but I don’t fight it. I have no doubt he’s right. This is us, and no one else will ever compare. His body was made to be buried deep in mine, his words are for my ears only, and the desire he feels belongs to me. I drink it up like fresh rain after a lifetime of blistering heat.

“Yes,” I cry, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes as he lifts me off the bed, wrapping both of my legs around his waist so our bodies are flush together.

I squeeze until there’s not even an inch of space between us. “Jace,” I whisper, my lips brushing his. “I love what you’re doing to me. It’s everything I’ve fantasized about, but I want you to be rough with me.”

His breath catches and he studies me before asking, “Are you sure, little hurricane?”

“Yes, I want you to be rougher with me than you’ve ever been before.”

He groans. One hand grips my hip and the other slides up my spine and into my hair. He takes my curls into his fist and tugs. My head tilts back and he looks down at me with metallic eyes.

I hiss in response to the sting and my sex squeezes him. “Fuck, yes.”

“No.” My heart falters for a second, sinking like a stone to the pit of my stomach. His palm slides around my neck until he is gripping it from the front. “I think this is what you’re aching for.”

His hold is firm, constricting, but not enough to scare me. He lifts my face and hovers his lips over mine. Every inch of me threatens to melt under his dominant stare. Instead, I lock my eyes on his and move my hips.

I lean my head forward as far as I can, just enough to nip at his bottom lip with my teeth. I know I’ve bitten too hard when the coppery taste of blood hits my tongue, but instead of disgusting me, I am even more turned on. Especially by the thought that it might spur him on to rougher treatment.

Without missing a beat, he pushes me into the mattress and tightens his hold on my neck. The pressure at my windpipe does something to me. My body grips him tighter, and the light-headed feeling makes me feel like I’m floating.

His voice is husky as he demands, “Put your legs back the way they were.”

With some effort I lift my legs around his waist and hook my ankles together, pulling him hard against me. I slide my hand down his chest, my fingertips trailing over every ripple and ridge of his abdomen before resting my palm at his waist, gripping his hip.

“Jace. Don’t hold back,” I manage.

“No chance.”

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