Page 100 of Tuned To Break
I nod, dazed, too far gone to form words.
He lifts his head, giving me that sinful, filthy smile before he brushes a slow kiss along my collarbone.
Jake rests his forehead against my sternum for a moment, grounding himself, and his breath ghosts over my skin. “I love you,” he murmurs, voice rough with it.
“I love you too.”
The tenderness lasts a beat before he claims my mouth, kissing me hard and greedy. His weight presses me deeper into the mattress as his teeth graze my jaw, my neck, that exact spot he knows unravels me. His fingers tease through my folds, slow and devastating, until two thick fingers push inside, curling perfectly, hitting where I need him most.
“Jake—fuck—” My voice breaks on his name.
“That’s it,” he breathes against my ear, lips brushing sensitive skin. “Let me take care of you. Let me give you something good after all that heavy shit, yeah?”
I arch into his hand helplessly, chasing the rhythm he sets. His other hand slides up my chest, wrapping gently around my throat.
“You trust me?” His voice is low and dark.
“Yes,” I manage, breathless.
His grip tightens just enough to make my pulse jump. “Say it.”
“I trust you.”
His gaze never leaves mine, molten and sharp, dominance threaded through careful restraint. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” he rasps. “Eyes wide, mouth open… all mine.”
My breath stutters as his fingers thrust deeper, his palm slick against me. He moves like he’s memorised every reaction and exactly what my body needs.
“I could spend hours like this,” he says, voice ragged. “My hand on your throat, your cunt squeezing my fingers, making you come until you can’t fucking breathe.”
The filth of his words tangled with the tenderness in his touch breaks me open. The pressure builds fast, spiralling, and I can’t hold it back.
“Jake, I?—”
“I know.” His forehead presses against mine, grounding me even as his hand works me harder. “Come for me, darl. That’s it. Let go.”
And I do.
It crashes through me like a live wire, pulling me apart and putting me back together all at once. My thighs tremble around him, breath ragged and uneven. Jake’s hand slips from my throat, his touch soft now, his mouth scattering gentle kisses across my cheek, my jaw, my lips.
“You’re okay,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “I’ve got you.”
I may have just shattered in the best possible way, but I’m not done.
I need him.
I need more.
“Please,” I pant, tugging at his underwear. “Need you inside me.”
He groans, tears them down, and lines himself up between my thighs.
“I’m not gonna last long, Stella. Not after watching you come like that.”
“Don’t care. Just want you.” I pant.
He pushes in slowly, watching my face until he bottoms out with a hiss.
“You feel like heaven,” he mutters, forehead resting against mine. “Always so fucking tight. Always perfect.”
