Page 68 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
The pulse throbbing inside me speeds up, slamming my heart against my chest. I pant as if I've been running for miles. Fling my arms up and around his neck. When his beard scrapes against my forearm, it only maddens me further.
He slips a third finger in, still rhythmically thrusting in and out before reaching deep inside. I arch my back as something inside me pushes through, sweeping aside the wall I've been trying to build between us from the first moment we met. Reaching, reaching, till the desire explodes out of me. I cry out as I come, the keening sound strange even to my own ears.
When I open my eyes, I'm on my back with Jace's face hovering over me. His hair is mussed, silver-green eyes narrowed. He's watching me, waiting for my reaction to what happened.
My arms are splayed out on either side. Remembering how I'd climaxed makes me flush.
His eyes widen, and the green of his irises seems to grow brighter, rising in waves till his eyes glow with an intensity that makes my mouth go dry.
My heart pounds, the pulse beating at my temples, and my breath comes in short gasps.
His gaze falls to my chest before sliding back to my face.
Silent, he touches my cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
"I won't hurt you," he says.
"I know," I stutter.
"But you don't trust me," he sighs softly, his breath shuddering over my throat.
"No, I don't," I say, my voice coming out rough. "But I still want you."
His eyes widen, the silver in them clashing with the green. He's turned on by what I said.
He leans close enough for me to feel his heart thud against his chest. Or perhaps that's my heartbeat moving up a notch.
It doesn't matter. Not when he's looking at me as if I am the only thing between him and certain death.
Placing his arms on either side of me, he supports himself on his forearms. Muscles straining to hold up his weight.
"Say that again." His voice whispers over my skin.
"That again," I say, half teasing.
He leans in, pressing his erection against me, and I gasp aloud. The heat pours off him, surrounding me. Sweat breaks out over my forehead, and I grit my teeth to keep from reaching out and hauling him into me.
"Say it," his voice soft yet threatening.
"I want you—"
Before I complete my sentence, he captures my mouth.
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Jace kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth with an ease that has me shuddering. I surge up against him.
Scissoring my legs around his waist, I fling my arms around his shoulders and haul myself against him.
I bite down on his lips, drawing blood. The metallic tang fills my mouth and I break away, gasping, looking down to where a drop of blood seeps up through the broken skin.
Grasping my T-shirt, he pulls it off, throwing it aside. Before bending down and capturing my erect nipple. A pulse of light shudders through my skin.
That arouses me even more, driving me a little over the edge. Blind with desire, I lean in and bite his shoulder.
