Page 110 of Zeus' Spark
My breath catches at his words.
Can I trust them though? He’s hurt me before.
No.Stop it, Beth.
I am not thinking about that right now.
Jayden wraps his hand around mine, pulling free of my grip, and lays me out on the bed, hovering over me. “If your mouth is on me one more second, I’m gonna embarrass myself.”
The words are similar to something he said to me before, and I can’t help the smirk on my face. Having what it takes to make Jayden lose control is an amazing, empowering feeling.
“Jayden,” I moan as he rubs his cock over my slit, brushing my clit slowly.
“What do you need?” he asks in a sultry tone with a smirk on his face.
“I need you to fuck me,” I growl.
He teases me again, and frustration pours from me as he goes everywhere but where I need him most.
I trail my fingers over his chest to his neck and pull his head down to mine, nipping at his plump bottom lip.
“Jayden, stop playing with me.” I lick his lip to soothe the sting.
Grinning, he slams inside me, making my back arch, and presses my breasts against his chest.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jayden groans but doesn’t move.
I squirm, but he grips my hips in his huge palms to still me.
“I need a second.” He closes his eyes tightly as if fighting for control.
His shadows circle my clit teasingly. I’m so full, but I need Jayden to move.
The pressure on my clit intensifies as he finally pulls out slowly, almost all the way, and then thrusts in hard. A moan bursts free as he hits that spot inside me that so few men are able to find.
I fist the sheets at my sides as his shadows cover me in soft kisses while Jayden thrusts in hard and fast.
The sensory overload brings me so close to the brink of a third orgasm.
Jayden is the only man I have ever been with who can make me come so many times. The combination of his magic and what’s inherently him make my body light up in ways I could never imagine.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he whispers, and something pinches my clit.
I’m not sure if it’s his fingers or his shadows, but it doesn’t matter because ecstasy pours through me.
An even stronger orgasm than before tears through me. Colors swirl behind my eyelids, and my magic reacts, zapping out of my fingers.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he growls, pistoning his hips harder and faster.
“My magic is going crazy,” I groan.
My fingers continue to spark, but he ignores it.
“I know. It feels fucking amazing. Put your hands on me.” He grabs my hand, places it on his hard chest, and growls when electricity zaps out at him.
He crushes his mouth down to mine, kissing me hard, and I run my hands over his back as his thrusts become jerky. He’s close.
His cock swells inside me. He roars his release as I dig my fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, leaving sparks and little nail indents while my orgasm continues to roll through me.
