Page 179 of His Ruthless Match
He stripped away the remaining barriers between us, his movements unhurried and deliberate, as though savoring every moment. When his hands returned to me, they trailed over my body, exploring every curve and dip as if committing me to memory. He knelt before me, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my thighs, my hips, my stomach. Each touch was reverent, almost worshipful, and my breath hitched at the sheer intensity of his focus.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just above my hip. His words sent a jolt of heat through me, leaving no room for doubt.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged lightly. “I’m yours,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. They felt right—true—and I didn’t regret saying them. Not when it was the absolute truth.
Jareth looked up at me, his eyes blazing with something raw and unspoken. He rose, capturing my lips in another kiss. This time, it was deeper, more desperate. The tension between us was almost unbearable, a spark threatening to ignite into a wildfire. He guided me onto the bed, his body covering mine as his kisses grew more demanding. His hands traced my skin with an intimacy that left me trembling, and I surrendered completely to him, to us.
His cock barely pressed against my entrance, teasing and taunting as he rocked against me. “Tell me,” he growled against my ear. “Tell me I can have you.”
“Yes,” I gasped, arching into the sensation. “Take me, Jareth.”
He thrust into me then, filling me completely. I gasped at the sudden fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders as he claimed me with a groan. The bed dipped beneath our weight as we moved together in a frenzy of need, our bodies a symphony of heat and friction. His hips pumped hard and fast, driving himdeeper inside me with each stroke, while his mouth found my neck. He nipped at my pulse point, making me moan and grasp at his shoulders.
“Don’t you worry,” he growled into my ear. “You’ll take every damn inch, Eva, like the good girl I know you are.” His words sent a shudder through my body. I spread my legs wider as he grabbed my ass, pulling me closer as he plunged deeper.
We moved together, fast and wild, our breaths mingling in the space between us.
Jareth suddenly stopped moving and pulled away. The sudden loss of him filling me made me moan.
“I want to take you from behind. When I claim you, I want to have absolute control over every single inch of you,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
“Do it,” I panted as I rolled over and arched my back, offering him access.
He grabbed my hips and guided me onto him as he thrust forward. I gasped at the full penetration, feeling him stretch me and fill me anew. He started to move then, a rhythm that had me pushing back into him. His arms banded around me, crushing me against his chest as he drove into me.
I met his pace, our bodies moving together like we were one. His lips found my neck again, kissing and nipping until I thought I’d lose it. His hand found my clit, circling and pressing just right, sending shards of pleasure through me.
In one swift movement, he pulled out and flipped me over. His cock pressed against my entrance again, waiting for permission. I looked into his eyes, seeing the lust and need raging there, mirroring my own.
“Please,” I whispered.
He groaned low in his throat before pushing back inside, filling me completely once more. His hips snapped against mine in a primal rhythm that left us both gasping for breath. Thetension between us built until it was unbearable, our skin slick with sweat as we moved closer to our peak.
“I want to feel every inch you squeeze around me,” he growled against my ear, his voice gravelly with lust.
“Yes,” I hissed back, meeting his pace eagerly now.
His hands found my hips again as he began to pound into me with a ferocity that left nothing to chance. Heat and friction built inside me until pleasurable pain erupted throughout my body. My back arched off the bed as I came undone, moaning his name into the sheets below us.
Pain and pleasure lit in me as his teeth sank into my shoulder. He squeezed my ass and thrust hard, growling as he came, spilling his seed deep inside me.
We collapsed together, breathless and sweaty, our hearts racing against each other’s skin.
“Yours,” he whispered again, his words hoarse from desire and satisfaction.
I smiled weakly against his shoulder. “Yours. Forever.”
52
EVA
The courtroom buzzed with subdued whispers, the weight of anticipation thick in the air. I sat at the plaintiff’s table, my pen poised over a notepad that I wasn’t really using anymore. It was a habit, a way to focus my energy, but I didn’t need notes now. The closing arguments had been made, and the jury had just returned to their seats.
This case had consumed me for the last month—filing the defamation suit against Cerulean Innovations, piecing together their smear campaign against me and Genevieve, and proving their malicious intent. It had taken hours of research, witness interviews, and relentless digging to unearth the company’s shady beginnings.
And now we knew the truth. Cerulean Innovations had been founded and funded by none other than Izo. Even in death, his schemes still echoed through the world, but this time, I wasn’t going to let his actions destroy me or my client.
I wasn’t naïve enough to think that a verdict in our favor would completely rectify the damage done to Genevieve’s reputation. It would, however, introduce doubt into the mind of the public about what they’d seen and read about Genevieve.
