Page 81 of Keeping Sarah

Anger flashed in his eyes at me, before he shifted his gaze back to Sarah. “Is there anything else I can get you, my queen?”

“No. Leave us.”

The door shut and we were as alone as we could be. I kissed Sarah without another word. My heart throbbed at her warm touch. But she gently pushed me back, worry flickering in her eyes.

“Jac, you’re not supposed to be here. You heard what Rex told his guards the last time you and Deacon were in Faithless.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I growled, and reached for her again.

She placed her hands on my chest and shook her head. “Wait, I’m sorry, but wait. I need to tell Rex not to—"

“I don’t care about him,” I said, desperate for her. “I don’t care if this is a permanent thing. I need you. I want you. If that’s a packaged deal now, fine. But Sarah,I need you. Right here, right now.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes raking all over my sweaty skin, but her voice was soft when she spoke. “Not here. People can see into this room. Just a moment.”

She called for her carriage and soon, we were on our way to the manor. Our mouths met again and again, while she sat on my lap and grinded against my stiff cock. I ached to be inside of her, Rex or no Rex.

When we reached the manor, I picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. I was faster than her, and I was done waiting. As soon as the door closed, she reached for my loin leather. Knowing I needed to slow down, I took her hands from me and said, “Go to the bed and take your clothes off while I watch.”

She gave me a sultry smile and sauntered away. Then she turned around to face me before she slowly, very seductively, undressed herself. “Like this?”

I nodded, feasting my eyes on every inch of skin she revealed. Gods, I’d missed her so much.

As her dress skimmed down her hips, she asked, “And you don’t care if he watches us? I can—"

I shook my head. “I don’t want you to exert any more mental power against him. I think that’s what made the remnants in the first place. So, I don’t give a fuck if he watches, if that’s easier for you.”

“It is,” she admitted.

I smirked and bit my bottom lip. “Then I have your full attention, Sarah?”

“Absolutely.”

I slipped off the loin leather, my pulsing cock springing out from the cloth. Then, I stalked over to her naked body and pushed her backwards onto the bed. She laughed and gasped, as I spread her legs apart and licked her all over.

“Oh my fuck,” she moaned, while I worked her into a frenzy. Her fingers dug into my scalp, holding me down as I devoured her pussy.

I had missed her taste so much. My tongue settled on her clit, while I fingered her roughly. She traded her grip on my head forthe bedspread beneath her and writhed against my face and my fingers. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and pressed one into her ass, while my tongue slipped down from her clit and into her pussy, just how I knew she liked it best.

She bucked against me, cursing and crying out. The tip of my tongue reached her G-spot and she screeched. Her body throbbed against my tongue, tightening onto me there. I knew she was coming—she couldn’t speak, only scream. Her sweetness poured onto my tongue, and I consumed every drop.

When her pulses started to slow down, I pulled my tongue and finger away, lined up my cock, and thrust into her pussy. She shouted, “Gods, yes!” at the same time I did. I drove her across the bed with my body and my ramming thrusts until her head tipped backward over the opposite edge. There, I pounded into her harder than I ever had before, to give her everything I had in me.

Her pussy locked onto my cock, forcing me closer to the edge of my own orgasm. But I held back. I needed to feel her come on me. I grabbed the edge of the bed and used it for leverage to slam myself deeper into her on every thrust.

She whimpered, “Fuck!” as she came again, this time clawing at my back, making me lose all control, too. The surge hit hard, washing over me with hot sticky pleasure, erupting every thought, every muscle. Nothing else mattered in the world except the woman beneath me.

I kissed her roughly, absorbing her sighs and soft murmurs. They all belonged to me. I had earned them. Her body went limp beneath me, her strength spent.

A sweet smile tugged at her lips as she said, “I love you so much, Jac.”

“I love you, too, Sarah,” I murmured, my heart feeling more complete now that I was with her again. “More than I knew I could.”

She inhaled a deep breath and sighed. I pulled out of her and went to the bathroom for some towels for us to clean up. When I returned, she had curled up on her side beneath the bedspread and fallen asleep.

I smiled, hearing her familiar and endearing little snores. They were the first indication she was in for a good night of rest. I hadn’t heard them in far too long.

She was asleep. But not enough for what I needed to do.

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