Page 21 of Shadow's Edge

It took him all of five seconds to come to the right conclusion.

His jeans hit the floor, then he was on me. I expected his mouth to crash into mine, expected him to take what we both so clearly wanted. But Jagger never did what I expected.

Instead, he bent down, his lips brushing over my nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. A strangled moan slipped free as my back arched, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He didn’t stop. He kissed his way down my stomach, his tongue following the path of my tattoo, branding me in a way I didn’t think was possible.

Then, just before reaching where I was aching for him most, he muttered, “No fucking way do I not have time for this.”

And then his mouth was on me.

I gasped, my body jolting as his tongue flicked over my clit. The heat of his breath, the perfect pressure, it was too much and not enough at the same time. My fingers dug into his scalp as I tried to ground myself, but he only groaned in response, the vibrations pushing me closer to the edge.

He licked, sucked, and then—fuck—he bit down gently. I was unravelling.

His tongue dipped lower, sliding inside me, slow and deliberate. “You taste fuckinggorgeous,” he murmured against me, his voice vibrating through my entire body.

My thighs trembled, but he wasn’t done. His hand slid up my stomach, his thumb dragging down until it pressed against my clit. A sharp pressure. A slow circle.

I wasn’t avocalperson in bed, but Jagger had just destroyed that. I was writhing, moaning,begging—my voice hoarse with need.

“Please.”

It was barely a whisper, but he heard it.

His mouth left me, only to be replaced by his fingers. He pushed two inside me, deep and slow, curling just right, his lips latching onto my clit again. Then he sucked hard, and I shattered.

A scream ripped from my throat as I came, my body locking up, shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I barely registered the fact that I was gripping his hair so tight that it had to be painful. But when I did, I forced my fingers to loosen, my whole body still trembling as he continued stroking me, drawing out every last shudder.

As my mind slowly drifted back down to earth, one thought flickered through the haze. I hadneverfelt like this before, and that terrified me.

I was still coming down, my body shuddering in the aftermath, when Jagger moved over me, his cock rubbing against my overly sensitive pussy. A sharp gasp tore from my lips, my body jerking as the friction sent another wave of overstimulation through me. He groaned at my reaction, his eyes dark and wild with hunger.

Slowly, I raised my hips, guiding him toward my entrance. Our gazes locked as he began to push inside me, the stretch burning just enough to make my breath catch. I reached above my head, grabbing at a pillow, needingsomethingto hold on to. He was so wide, his thickness forcing my body to accommodate him inch by inch. Even though he was taking it slow, beads of sweat dotted his forehead from the effort of holding back.

“Jesus, baby,” he rasped, his voice strained. “You’re so fucking tight.”

His head dropped to the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. He pulled back slightly, giving me a moment to adjust before pressing forward again, deeper this time. The slow,deliberate invasion had me gripping the pillow tighter, my nails digging into the fabric. I appreciated the patience, I really did, but Ineededhim. I needed him in a way I had never needed anyone before.

Lifting my head, I caught his lips with mine, flicking my tongue against his, tasting the groan that rumbled from deep in his chest. That was all it took. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in, arching my hips, taking himallthe way.

The pleasure wasinstantaneous—a full-body shockwave that ripped a moan from my throat, so raw, so desperate, it bordered on a scream.

Jagger wasn’t unaffected. His whole body jerked as he let out a strangled shout.

“Fuckinghell, baby.” His forehead pressed against mine, his breath ragged. “Are you okay?”

I nodded quickly, not trusting my voice, and rolled my hips experimentally. Immediately pleasureexplodedthrough me.

I moaned, my back arching off the bed. “I need you tomove.”

Jagger lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine, searching. Whatever he saw there must have reassured him, because he pulled back slowly, almost teasingly, before sinking back in just as slow. We both groaned as he bottomed out again, my walls clenching around him. Still holding my gaze, I lifted my leg, curling it around his ribs, opening myself even further for him.

That was all the invitation he needed. His rhythm picked up, the slow, controlled thrusts turning deeper, harder. The room filled with the sound of panting breaths, moans, the rhythmic slap ofskin against skin. The air was thick with heat, with need, with the sheer intensity of what we were doing.

I felt his gaze shift downward, and I followed, watching where our bodies met, watching as he slid in and out of me, slick and glistening. A flicker of awareness registered in the back of my mind that he’d put on a condom at some point. I hadn’t even noticed. I was too far gone, too consumed by the way he wasfillingme, stretching me, driving me toward somethingblinding.

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