Page 121 of Dr. Stone
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. This was a different man, more beautiful than I ever imagined he could be. With this new hunger and passion radiating from him, my heart pounded so hard I felt it in my fingertips. And just when I thought I’d managed tocontain the way I was coming undone beneath him, he began to undress me with a slow, reverent care that shattered whatever control I had left.
I thought I might explode as he slid my panties down, unhooked my bra, and laid each piece aside. It was almost like he was memorizing what I looked like as I watched him strip me bare, making me feel worshipped in a way I didn’t even know I needed.
And when he finally saw all of me again after all this time, he didn’t say a word. He just exhaled and looked at me like I’d unraveled something inside of him.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he said, almost to himself. “God, you’re…everything. And I’ve missed you so much.”
I arched into him when his lips found my hard nipple, my skin burning everywhere his lips touched. I was near combusting, overwhelmed by the sensation of his body hovering just above mine, like he couldn’t bear not to press fully into me.
Jace moved with fervent desire, his clothes eventually gone, and then he was with me again, settling over me and bracing his strong hands on either side of my head. His length pressed between my thighs, thick and hot against my soaked slit, letting me feel the tension coiled in every muscle of his body.
“I want to prove to you how much I love you,” his voice was gravelly yet soft near my ear. “I want you to fully understand what you mean to me.”
When he gently and slowly pushed inside of me, moving as deeply as my body could take him, he let out a deep groan of satisfaction. It sounded like something torn from the chest of a man who hadn’t let himself feel anything in his entire lifetime until now. He was damn right that this was going to be different than before. He was proving that with every move he made.
It was almost as if he were a man who finally allowed himself to find peace in love instead of fearing it.
He paused once he was fully inside me, his forehead pressed to mine, like the intensity of allowing himself to feel all these emotions and experiencing the pleasure simultaneously was too much for him. My entire being melted into him at that moment. This was real, this was raw, this was more than just hot, desirous sex—this was the two hearts surging to become one.
“This is—youare—home to me,” he whispered. “And I haven’t had one in a very long time.”
I wrapped my arms around him, my legs curled tight around his waist, and that’s when he found his slow, controlled rhythm, moving deep enough that every thrust made me tremble beneath him. The way we kissed, the way he moved inside me with our mouths never far apart, his fingers working slow, deliberate circles over where I ached most—he practically shattered me the moment he touched me like that. His grip? Hell. Everything about this moment was earth-shattering. There were no dirty words and nothing was rushed. There was nothing but his devotion to me, and mine to him.
It was deeper than I imagined sex with a man could be. Jace was making love like someone who’d known loss—who’d lived without touch, without connection, without softness. And now that he had it, he was clinging to it fiercely, determined that neither of us would ever feel separation or heartbreak again.
My arousal built by the second, and I knew I couldn’t hold on to this edge much longer. Jace’s rhythm quickened, matching the surge that forced my hips to respond to every thrust.
“I need to watch you come, baby,” he exhaled, his eyes liquid in their trance. “That’s it,” he exhaled and smiled. “Give me all of you.”
The coiled-up orgasm that had been waiting for this man’s permission to release decimated every other orgasm I’d ever had. I couldn’t stop crying out his name as the pleasure burned and radiated through every inch of me, more powerful andintense than anything I’d ever fucking felt before. Jace arched into my release, a low growl escaping him as his body tensed with one final thrust, perfectly syncing with the pleasure I was still riding.
And unlike the other times—the breathless talking, the urgent desire to keep building on back-to-back orgasms—this time, we let ourselves linger in the moment. We soaked in the stillness, grateful for the rare gift of being fully present together.
Jace buried his face in my neck, then whispered the words that made my chest ache more than any other: “I’m yours forever.”
In that moment, I didn’t care what tomorrow looked like because I was his and he was mine. Thank God it didn’t take a year of heartbreak and devastation for us to get exactly where we belonged. Here. Just him and me together, where no one could ever threaten to tear us apart again.
That night, Jace fell asleep with his arm still wrapped around my waist, his face buried in the side of my neck as if he couldn’t let go, not even in his sleep. And I didn’t want him to.
It was different—hewas different—because this was real. Our souls had been urging our hearts and bodies forward from the very beginning, pushing us into something so intense, so fast, we couldn’t tell if it was real at the time. But now, it was undeniable. Like our souls had known the truth all along—as if they’d met in another lifetime and were finally finding their way back to each other, precisely as they were meant to.
I lay there quietly, too happy and fulfilled to sleep and too intoxicated on this man’s sudden devotion to move. The sheets tangled around our legs, my skin still tingling from every place he’d touched—not just touched, but rediscovered, as if he’d never truly paid attention before. It was like he’d studied me, like he needed to remember how I felt wrapped around him, and the way I sounded when I whispered his name.
But now, he was still and peaceful. He looked so damn attractive and young like this, like he was softer, but still so deeply him. His jaw, which had been clenched for most of the time since I’d first met him, was finally relaxed. His breathing was slow, steady, and warm against my bare shoulder.
I let my eyes trace every inch of him, fully absorbing this new way I was seeing his perfect soul—his broad shoulders, the small scar across his chest, and the subtle twitch of his hand, like even in sleep, he was ready to protect.
He was so damn beautiful, strong, and controlled. I could now easily see the surgeon in him and why he was amazing in his field of work. Everything about him screamed power and discipline and intensity, but here, with me right now, with nothing between us but breath and skin and trust…he looked like a man who had finally let himself rest.
And my heart ached for him. Because I didn’t know how often he allowed himself to do that or if he had ever done so until tonight. How often did he get to just…be? No surgical scrubs or patients whose lives depended on his skilled mind and steady hands. There was no weight on his shoulders and no expectations—just him.
My fingers drifted over his wrist, lightly tracing the veins beneath his skin. His grip on me tightened instinctively, even in sleep, pulling me closer with a quiet groan as he buried his face a little deeper into my neck.
“Still here,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his temple. “I’m not going anywhere ever again, baby,” I said, curling into him more and kissing his chest.
I lay there with his heartbeat steady against my back, knowing deep down—no matter what happened next—this night was carved into me forever.
Jace
