Page 38 of Thirst Trap
“No more teasing,” he says, his mouth slowly kissing up my body. “I need to feel you, Whitley.”
“Yes,” I groan, aching to touch him but loving the feeling of my wrists in the belt. “Take me, Jake.”
And he does. When he enters me, he takes all of me.
My body. My mind. My soul.
My heart.
This isn’t the first time we’ve had sex since we became official, but this is different. The way he’s looking at me, the words we exchanged earlier, the way he’s moving inside me right now.
This is it. This is the love he was talking about earlier.
“Jake,” I say, hoping I can find my voice. “I love you. I love you so much.”
My words must do something to him because in an instant, he is hitting a spot inside of me I didn’t know was there, making me explode in an instant. My screams only spur him on, and his thrusts grow from intense to all-consuming as he comes apart inside of me.
That wasn’t just sex. That wasn’t even just love making. That was branding.
Jake Evans was making me his.
“I love you Whitley McAvoy,” he says, undoing the belt and bringing me against his chest. I immediately wrap my arms around him, needing to be as close to him as possible. “You? You’re it for me, sweetness. You are it for me.”
I can’t help but smile as he holds me tighter.
I wasn’t looking for love. I was only looking for one night.
Little did I know one dance would change my entire life.
