Page 36 of Unleashed

When I was nothing but liquid mush beneath him, he nuzzled my cheek, his voice a husky whisper. “You’ll do. Yes, indeed. You’ll do just fine.”

His cock, thick and hard, rode against my thigh and my core pulsed with need. I hooked a leg around his, dragging him closer, luxuriating in the solid weight of him, the way his body felt made to fit against mine. I rocked into him, chasing the friction, moaning when he pulled away.

His hands glided along my sides, pushed up beneath me as he unfastened my bra and then he was pulling the scrap of lace away, baring me to his touch.

He cupped my breasts, softly massaging them with his big hands, his thumbs flicking over my nipples until they pulled into tight little buds. He kissed a path down my neck, across my chest, to pull one nipple into his mouth to lave with his tongue until I writhed beneath him.

He slid lower realization popped into my head. I squeezed my legs around him even as my core clenched at the idea. But… “You said fast…”

“No,” he muttered to the underside of my breast as he kissed a path down to my belly. “Yousaid fast.” He slid his hands beneath my ass, pressing a kiss to my hip. “Be patient, Hollywood. Let a man savor the treasure he’s found.”

His words spun through my mind, twisting into my psyche, and my heart clenched. I wanted to be his treasure. I wanted to be his.

His tongue flicked over my thigh, warm and deliberate. Slow. Too slow. He licked his way up, stopping just short of where I needed him most, only to start again on the other side. A tease. A torment. A punishment disguised as pleasure.

A desperate sound broke from my throat. My fingers tangled in his hair, ready to yank, to demand.

But he knew.

Before I could act, he laced his fingers with mine, pinning our joined hands to my thighs. Holding me down. Holding me open. Keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

And then—finally,finally—his mouth found my core.

A shudder ripped through me as his tongue dragged through my slick folds, unhurried, savoring. He lingered at the top, circling, teasing, his tongue flicking and rolling until my hips lifted, my body pleading in ways words couldn’t.

He licked me, the wet heat of his mouth pressing closer, firmer, his tongue flattening against me in a slow, devastating glide. My head fell back, eyes squeezed shut, every nerve focused on the pull of his lips, the velvet stroke of his tongue.

Then—oh God—he sucked, deep and sure, his mouth locking onto my clit, unraveling me with every pull, until I was nothing but a tangle of need and sound.

He was wrecking me and I was woman enough to beg. “Please, Jack. Please, make me…”

Colors sparked behind my clenched eyelids. I sucked in air like a drowning woman, my body trembling with aftershocks. And then—his weight, his heat came over me as he pushed up my body, dragging his skin over mine, every inch igniting fresh sparks until his mouth crashed onto mine.

I clung to him, desperate, arching into his heat, rubbing against him—breasts, hips, thighs, slick and sensitive everywhere he touched. The last waves of pleasure rolled through me in a sweet cascade.

He braced above me, eyes locked onto mine, and then—slowly—he pushed inside. Slow, stretching me even as I flattened my thighs to the bed to welcome him. My breath hitched, my lips parting on a soundless gasp as he sank deeper. His gaze never wavered, his lower body pressing into mine, joining us in a way that left no space, no barriers. I bit my lip to keep from rolling up and demanding more.

“Good?”

I threaded my fingers into his hair and dragged him down, devouring his mouth. My tongue swept past his lips, tasting the man who had wrecked me so easily.

He trailed his mouth moved along my jaw, then lower, the scrape of stubble a whisper of pleasure against my throat. He gripped my ass, tilting my hips, notching his cock deep. His breath heated my skin as he sank into me, thick and heavy, leaving no space between us.

He moved. Slow at first, smooth glides that sent ripples of sensation skimming over my nerves. The wet, decadent sound of him sliding inside me filled the space between us. The play of his muscles under my fingers stoked the fire inside me again, the need reigniting too fast, too strong, as if I hadn’t just shattered moments ago.

He felt so good. Too good. Solid and perfect, fitting against me, inside me, like he was meant to be there. Like I was meant to keep him. I wanted the night to last forever. Last a million years, a lifetime.

Jack drove into me, each thrust striking deep, precise, until I writhed beneath him, my mouth open against his shoulder, breathless, desperate. The urge to bite him clawed at me, to sink my teeth into his skin and leave a mark, to brand him as mine. I’d never been this needy, never felt the raw, primal urge to claim a man—but with Jack, I did.

He fucked me hard, passion and power bringing a storm down around me. A storm that matched the tumult inside me.

His heart pounded under my palms, his skin slick with his effort. Effort for me. Desire for me.

Jack made love like he played hockey. Intense. Focused. Passionate.

In this moment, I was his whole world. The knowledge didn’t scare me. It settled deep, a truth carving itself into my flesh and bone. Because if Jack took up space inside me, he’d protect it. Guard it. Treasure it.

And God, I wanted to be treasured. To matter. To be something more than passing desire, more than convenience.

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