Page 93 of Fractured Faceoff

His lips found mine again, fierce and demanding, pulling me deeper into this intoxicating chaos.

“Isla,” he breathed against my mouth, his voice thick with desire as he continued to explore every inch of me.

I whimpered softly as his hands roamed lower, finding their way to my underwear.

I clung to him tighter as if afraid he would disappear if I let go. But deep down, beneath all that desire and longing, there lay a whisper of fear—a warning echoing through my mind that this could only lead to more heartbreak down the line.

Jared pushed me against the wall, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He knelt before me, his breath hot against my skin. I could see the hunger in his gaze, a raw desire that was impossible to ignore.

His cock was hard and dripping—for me, not Ava. Forme. The realization sent a wave of heat through my body, igniting every nerve ending.

He took my leg and placed it over his shoulder, his hands firm and steady. The sensationof his touch sent electric shocks through me, and I couldn't help but gasp as he leaned in, his mouth finding the most intimate part of me.

His tongue danced over my flesh, exploring every inch with a skill that left me breathless. I clutched at his hair, my fingers tangling in the strands as I tried to ground myself in the moment.

Every stroke of his tongue sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins, building up a tension that was almost unbearable. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, the roughness of his stubble brushing against my thighs. It was a sensation unlike any other, a mix of pleasure and pain that left me craving more.

I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, desperate for more of his touch. He responded eagerly, his hands gripping my hips as he deepened his exploration. The room filled with the sound of my ragged breaths, each one a testament to the pleasure he was giving me.

I let myself get lost in the sensation, allowing the pleasure to wash over me like a tidal wave.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmured against my flesh, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Better than anything I've ever had."

I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, desperate for more. He responded eagerly, his hands gripping my hips as he deepened his exploration.

"Jared," I gasped, his name escaping my lips like a secret. The room filled with the sound of my ragged breaths, each one a testament to the pleasure he was giving me.

He groaned, the vibration of his voice sending waves of ecstasy through me. "That's it, sugar," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "Let go. Come for me."

His words were a command, and my body obeyed. Thetension within me snapped, and I came undone, waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cried out, my fingers tightening in his hair as I rode out the storm.

Jared didn't stop. He lapped up every last drop of my release, his tongue gentle now, coaxing me down from the high. I shuddered, my body sensitive and spent, but he didn't pull away. He stayed with me, his mouth soft against my flesh, his hands steady on my hips.

When I finally came back to myself, I looked down at him, my breath still ragged, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes met mine, dark and intense, and in that moment, I felt seen. Truly seen. And it was terrifying.

Chapter 28

Jared

Istood up, the taste of Isla still on my lips, and kissed her deeply. I wanted her to taste herself on my mouth, to know what she did to me. She kissed me back, her fingers tracing the stubble on my jaw, but there was a hesitation in her touch, a question in her eyes.

I picked Isla up, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. Her eyes, clouded with lust and hunger, never left mine as I slid into her. She was dripping for me, her body ready and open. A gasp escaped her lips, and I felt it resonate through me, like a chord struck deep within.

Her warmth enveloped me, and it was more than just physical. It felt like coming home, like finding that missing piece that had eluded me all these years. Every thrust was a revelation, every moan from her lips a testament to our connection. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her breath hot on my neck.

I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, or maybe it was mine, syncing up with hers in a rhythm that was ours alone. Her body arched against mine, urging me deeper, and I obliged, losing myself in the sensation of her.

Each movement was a dance, a silent conversation that our bodies had been yearning to have. Her touch was electric, her kisses a drug I couldn't get enough of. It was more than just sex; it was a claim, a promise, a surrender.

Her breath hitched, her body tensing as she neared the edge. I could feel it too, that inevitable pull, that desperate need for release. But I held back, wanting to draw out this moment, wanting to stay in this space where it was just us, where nothing else mattered.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Isla's eyes. They were dark, pupils blown wide with desire. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, her cheeks flushed. I wanted to memorize every detail, every reaction I could draw from her.

"You feel that, Isla?" I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. "Feel how perfectly we fit together?"

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. Her nails dug into my shoulders, the pain a sweet reminder of this moment, of her. I wanted her marks, wanted to see them in the mirror tomorrow, to remember this, to remember her.

I started to move again, slowly, deliberately. Each thrust was a statement, a claim. I wanted to imprint myself on her, to ruin her for anyone else. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear.

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