Page 35 of Jhon

Ella clung to Jhon, her body pounding with a need like nothing she had ever felt.

There were cute boys back home that she would bump into once in a while at the shops, even after leaving school. She had experienced a tingle or two when they smiled at her.

But this was a pull so deep that it felt like she would die if Jhon didn’t kiss her again.

In the back of her mind, her inner critic tried to argue.

You hardly know him. You’re a good girl.

But though she had spent a lifetime letting that voice guide her and keep her from trouble, the rush of blood in her ears drowned it out now, so that her world shrank down to nothing but Jhon’s big, hard body and the pull inside her that felt like it would turn her inside out if he didn’t help her somehow.

But he was holding himself so still, his jaw clenched, the effort of it making him shake.

“Jhon,” she whimpered. “I need you.”

His flashing eyes melted at that, and he gazed down at her tenderly, as if she were the most precious thing.

“Hush, my love. I’ll help you,” he crooned, his voice deep and husky with wanting. “Lie still for me, and let me help you.”

She blinked in assent, afraid that if she opened her mouth she would moan with relief and fear.

As he bent to press his lips to hers again, she felt the hot thickness of him pulse against her hip.

She feared him, even as she shivered with helpless lust. How could such a thing fit inside her?

But when he abandoned her mouth to nuzzle her neck and nip at her earlobes the fear evaporated. Every part of her seemed to crave his touch and awaken at the slightest touch of his lips.

He kissed his way across her collarbone, stopping to lick at the base of her throat. She whimpered and arched her back, needing to feel the pressure of his hard chest against her aching breasts.

“Patience, my angel,” he murmured, his breath dancing on her sensitive skin.

But when he slid a thick finger down her chest to open her silken robe, she let out a little cry of need.

The muscles of his jaws rippled as he gazed down at her.

Ella had no idea if her body was pleasing to look at. She had nothing to compare it to, and no one else had ever examined her without coverings. She might have shrunk away from his careful observation, if not for the insistent throb of desperate need, pounding in her veins.

But there was no doubt in his eyes. Jhon looked at her like she was a piece of art.

“Gods, but you’re beautiful,” he breathed, lowering himself to kiss her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, and her mouth once more.

His bare chest pressed against hers, the friction of his leather armor abrading her sensitive nipples in a way that increased the unfamiliar agony between her legs.

She moaned against his mouth, feeling her hips tilt up to him of their own accord.

He growled and pulled away, kneeling over her with clenched fists.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” she panted, wanting to cry. Had she offended him? Was it over?

“It’s only that I want you so much,” he told her, his expression softening.

He lowered himself to her and kissed her again, slowly and deeply.

Her heart was thundering now, but she willed herself to be still.

Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop…

Jhon began kissing his way down her neck again. She held her breath as he nuzzled her breasts, then flicked out his tongue to lash at one pebbled nipple.

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