Page 15 of Spelled By Truth and Tresses

“Yes. You’re mine, pet.” Warmth spread through me as he pressed a palm between my breasts, his touch firm. “And you know it too.”

I pried his hand off me and flung it away. “It could just be a coincidence. Not to mention, you’re a phantom. Instinct and a bloody history between us demands we remain enemies,” I said, not even trying to sound convincing.

He arched a dark brow. “Not even you can believe that.”

“You’re right,” I admitted. “But…I don’t know. It’s not realistic.”

“I’ll prove it to you.”

“How?”

Jax moved his hand back to my chest and all the candles placed throughout the room ignited at once.

My breath stuttered, soft purple sparks floating from my mouth with each choppy exhale, dancing and nearly blending with the royal blue ones of his magic hovering in the air surrounding us as our breaths mingled. Desire rushed through my veins as my core throbbed violently.

Jax coasted his hand through the thin cloud of our magic, gently tilting to rise and fall as if it was riding a wave.

“Beautiful.” His lips formed the words, but he uttered the words too quietly for me to hear.

Jax sighed, then rolled his shoulders back, the leather fabric of his jacket tightening along the ridges of his muscular shoulders.

I looked down. His gaze was far too penetrating.

“Eyes on me.”

I lifted my head slowly, then met his gaze.

“Good girl,” he growled.

What was it about those two simple words?

Jax’s body tensed, then he tilted his head back and groaned. “I’ve tried to resist, but I can’t take it anymore.”

My thoughts were interrupted as Jax pulled me into his lap, my legs spread so I straddled him. His hard length pressed against the heat between my thighs.

The sense of danger within this tower was nothing compared to how vulnerable I felt in his arms. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I fell into his embrace, then pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck. He groaned and gyrated his hips, each wave of his body encouraging my lust to climb higher.

I closed my eyes as his lips etched inches from mine. I’ve wanted this kiss for too long, the anticipation every time he was in my orbit pulling me deeper, the need to be close to him all-consuming. Dangerously so. He held me closer, and I bucked against him. Our lips connected, Jax’s need pressed against mine with urgency.

I hadn’t realized how much I needed it until now. The rain drummed lightly against our skin as it fell through the gaping hole in the roof. As if my thoughts summoned it, the rain fell harder. It hammered down, each drop stroked my skin like a caress, soothing my overheated skin; the noise was almost deafening, but we ignored it.

His mouth dominated mine, claiming and demanding. Our teeth clashed together as the kiss depended. Our clothes were the only thing that separated us and stopped me from impaling myself on his throbbing erection.

“That’s it, baby girl. Take what you need,” Jax encouraged, then moaned.

I rubbed myself against him, the pressure in my core building to a blinding mix of pain and pleasure. Jax’s fingers dug into my hips so hard I knew I’d find bruises the next day and pushed me down each time I ground against him.

This man brought my primal side to the surface, a wild side I didn’t know existed. I ran my hand down his arm, then to his waist.

“I’m close,” I gasped, and his cock throbbed beneath me, my soaked panties clinging to my skin.

Jax chuckled sinisterly, then bit my lip hard. I buried my face against his neck and shoulder. Sandalwood filled my senses, my darkness collided with his, and they seemed to purr—nothing else mattered in that moment.

His hips flexed as he ground into me lightly, and he rested his forehead on mine, the breaths skimming my cheek fast and short.

“Fuu- what the hell?” Gravity shifted as Jax gripped my hips and lifted me off his lap, then dropped me in front of him. A wave of dizziness washed over me.

“Fuck, this needs to stop,” Jax growled, his voice, while husky and deep, held an edge of malice that was impossible to ignore. He palmed himself through the fabric molded to his erection and moaned. Jax let out a slow breath, then spoke again. “This is not why we came here.”

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