Page 67 of Edge of Control

I had Jace in front of me. Wanting me. He was all I needed to move past this. My panic attack had completely subsided. In its wake was nothing but an intense desire to be with Jace. Having him here fought away all of the demons that had been clawing at the inside of my chest, trying desperately to break my ribs and crush my lungs and eat my heart.

“Do you want to stay the night?” I asked him, my voice low. Could he hear the tortured thread that ran through my core?

Please say yes. Please say?—

“Yes, I do.”

I went back to kissing him, moving us backward toward the couch. My legs hit the coffee table. I gave a grunt, redirected, fell back on the couch. Jace fell on top of me, chuckling into the kiss. I was so fucking hard for him. Holy shit, I wanted this man. Wanted him to fix me, to make me forget. Even if it was just for a night. He was the only person powerful enough to push away the darkness.

“Take these off,” I said, tugging at his pants. He stood and undressed while I did the same, frantic. I tossed my pants to the side, followed by my shirt. I lay back, naked, watching as Jace dropped his jeans to his ankles. The naughty boy hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

“Get on the couch and fuck my mouth,” I said, jerking myself off to the sight of a naked Jace. Having him here, in my own space, climbing up onto my own couch so he could mount my face… this shit was what dreams were made of. So much better than watching him, than being separated from him.

I have to stop doing that.

And I could. Now that Jace was mine.

Mine, all mine.

No more stalking. No more monitoring.

And then, once I dealt with my father, no more killing.

He got onto the couch, the leather cushion sinking under his feet. I tilted my head back and opened mymouth. He looked down, his devilish grin setting my entire body on fire. I licked at the tip of his leaking cock.

He pushed forward. His taste consumed me. I grabbed his muscular thighs and pulled him toward me, sinking his cock deeper down my throat. His hands threaded through my hair, his head dropping back as the pleasure washed over him. He started to thrust. Deep. So that his balls smacked against my chin.

I looked up at him, my eyes becoming teary. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want him to ever stop. I gagged around his size. He kept fucking my throat. His chest flushed red, his big pecs twitching, his mouth turned to an O. I loved this view. Seeing this muscular, beefy man tower over me, using me for his pleasure. His musk filled my nostrils every time his pubes brushed at my nose. I dug my fingers into his thighs.

“You like that, huh?”

I could only gag in response.

“Like having that big cock stuffing your mouth, huh?”

Another gag. Saliva dripped down my chin.

“That’s it, swallow it all, baby. Hold it there.” He held my head against him, his cock pushing up against the back of my throat. I shut my eyes, let myself be transported elsewhere. Somewhere only Jace and I existed. I wanted to get lost there forever. Never come back. Never have to deal with the bullshit problems that were looming higher and higher above me.

He pulled back, allowing me a breath. I gasped, sucking it in. He stroked his cock, pink and rock hard and glistening.I rubbed his legs, cupped his balls. This man was perfection. He truly was a god.

I never wanted to lose him. How could I make sure that happened?

What would he do if he ever found out who I really was?

I’d need to tell him. I’d have to eventually come clean… or maybe not. Maybe I could cleanse myself of my sins on my own. I could shed my past. Once I made things right, I could metamorphose. I wasn’t really Nevermore. That wasn’t who I was. It was an act, a mask I put on to avenge my sister’s death. Underneath it all, I was still Theo, the man who loved days at the beach, walking through the city, collecting watches, watching stupid shit, reading books for hours, loving on Jace.

That was me. Not Nevermore.

Jace grabbed the base of his cock and painted my lips with his precum. He slapped my cheek with his stiff dick. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. I didn’t even have to touch myself, and I was already close to coming.

How could I not fall in love with this man when he had the power to unravel me this way?

“Lick the tip. Fuck yeah.”

I flicked my tongue across the head of Jace’s cock. His dominance was doing something to me. I buried my head between his legs, taking in a deep breath as he jerked himself off, his balls resting on my nose. He leaned forward, his cock finding its way back between my lips. I swallowed him whole and started to touch myself. My toes curled. This was exactly what I needed. Jace.

Just Jace.

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