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But there was nothing Icoulddo.

That reality burned in my chest.

I wouldn’t let it stand. Because it wasn’t true.

I could do fuck all about what the world had become.

Couldn’t make her happy.

But I could keep her alive.

Iwouldkeep her alive.

And maybe, just for a few fleeting moments, I could make her feel good.

I pulled her shirt and bra over her head at once. Before they hit the floor, I had my mouth on her throat and my hands anchored on her tits, roughly kneading her flesh until she whimpered.

I broke the kiss and kept my mouth against her cheek as I spoke.

“Say you need me,” I breathed into her skin. “Say it.”

This was supposed to be about her, but some dark part of me needed her words like I needed air.

“You know I do,” she whispered low, her voice trembling with something that felt muchtoo much like shame.

“That’s not good enough.” I pinched her nipple hard enough to make her cry out.

She sighed, and then she broke. “I need you, Jack. I need you so bad.”

She was talking about this, these few desperate moments when we could forget, but it was enough. I gave her a vicious kiss, all tongue and teeth, as I shoved my hand between her legs.

Didn’t bother with finesse. Just pushed her pants down her shapely hips and slid a finger under the thin cotton covering her sex.

“Jesus, Asia,” I groaned when I felt how wet she was. “All this for me?”

“Uh-huh,” she whispered.

I tweaked her nipple again. “Not good enough.”

She let out a pouty sigh.

I tweaked her nipple again, and this time soothed the sting with my tongue.

“It’s for you, Jackson,” she said.

I licked her nipple again. “Good girl.”

“Jack, please,” she moaned, as I fumbled with my pants.

I wanted to slam into her, but forced myselfto go slow, draw it out, making her lose her mind.

She gripped my shoulders tight, and when I was fully seated, she wrapped her legs around my waist.

I dropped my head against her shoulder and held her. “Fuck,” I whispered, forcing myself to be still.

Determined to take it slow.

And I did, rocking into her in a soft rhythm that had her panting.