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I stand at the window, looking out over the city when Jaxon comes up behind me, wraps his arms around me, and kisses the side of my throat, up by my ear. With his lips on my neck, he nips me gently with his teeth.

“Mine,” he whispers hoarsely.

“Yours,” I agree. I’ve never belonged to anyone before, not really. No man has ever laid claim to me. There’s been men, mostly on a casual basis, but none that have stuck around long enough to truly get to know me. None who have called metheirs.Knowing that Jaxon wants me, and I want him, is a good feeling.

His mouth goes back to the side of my throat, kissing, sucking, teasing. One hand snakes down to my bottom, squeezing my tender flesh. So far, I’m still wearing underwear, but I expect Jaxon will be ripping them off me fairly soon. Perhaps with his teeth? I’ve seen it happen in movies, read about it in romance novels, but never experienced it in real life.

I’d like to.

I’d like to be with a man so passionate he tears my panties from my body with his teeth, so there’s nothing in between my pussy and his mouth. I can’t think of anything more erotic.

His other hand delves inside my shirt, under my bra, between my breasts. I arch my back, giving him better access to both my throat and my boobs as my pussy clenches with need and butterflies take flight in my tummy. Sensations whip through me as I reach behind me to find him. His cock. I want to free it. To hold it.

CHAPTER 15

Jaxon

The air between us is electric. Jade is shaking. Is she cold? Or is it nerves? Her hand on my cock is strong and steady, but her body is trembling. With one swift move I scoop her up in my arms and carry her over to the king-size bed in the middle of our studio suite, depositing her gently in the middle. I straddle her, pinning both her arms above her head with one hand, and lower my mouth to hers. Her lips meet mine eagerly, hungrily, our kiss crushing and urgent.

I can’t speak; she steals my breath, my words, my thoughts. The only thing I’m aware of is the beautiful girl lying beneath me. Pleasing her. Making her happy. Her welfare is my top priority. It always has been, from the first moment I met her. But back then, it was a priority because it was literally my job. Now it’s a priority because I want it to be. I love seeing her smile. I love seeing happiness radiate off her. She’s so different now from the broken young woman I first met.

“Keep your hands there,” I whisper huskily, as my hands slide down her body, lifting up her shirt, sliding it up over her head. She arches her back and squirms, but she does as she’s told, clasping her hands together on the pillow above her head. I leave her lacy bra on; I like it. But I remove her skirt, reaching beneath her to undo the button and zip, before sliding it down off her legs.

The desire is evident in her body. Her skin is electric to touch, trembling with little pulses of energy that spark beneath my fingertips. Her ragged breathing is the only sound in the room.

She’s lying almost naked on the bed before me, with only the bra covering her beautiful breasts, and the same simple cotton knickers that I had in my pocket earlier.

“Nuh-uh, little girl,” I growl softly as she reaches for me. “Hands back.” I catch her wrists and press them back into the pillow above her head, lowering my body along the length of hers. My erection presses into her thigh. I can feel the pounding of her heart even through my clothes.

She pouts. “But I want to see you naked,” she whispers, trembling.

“All in good time, little girl,” I whisper back.

It’s natural for me to want to take control, to bend Jade to my will, so it’s no surprise that I’m doing it here in the bedroom. But I check myself; I want her to enjoy this, too. In fact, that’s the whole reason I’m doing this: to pleasure her. So I lean down and kiss my way down her body. Down the side of her face. The edge of her mouth. Her neck, just below her ear. The little groove at the base of her throat. The dip at the top curve of her breasts. With one hand, I pull the lace cup of her bra aside and suck hernipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, kissing my way around her areola.

Beneath me, Jade trembles with desire. She pulls her foot up to her knee, twisting her body, arching her back, writhing in desperation, a low moan spilling from her throat. I’m still holding her wrists in place, preventing her from touching me. Right now, this is about her. It’s all about her. I want to make her squeal in ecstasy. I want to show her just how good it will be for her, being with me. Already, she’s making little squeaks and moans, little noises of pleasure that encourage me to keep kissing my way down her body. Down in a line to her navel, where I lick a circle around her belly button, the tip of my tongue tickling her in delicious torment.

“Oh, my god, Jaxon!” she gasps, as my tongue circles around again, moving lower and lower. I keep holding her hands above her head, out of the way. I don’t want her to touch anything, I just want her to feel.

“Close your eyes,” I tell her. And for once, she obeys without complaint. “Keep your hands right there, above your head. Don’t move. Do you hear me, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes, excitement evident in her whisper and her body.

Trusting her to keep still, I let go of her wrists and slide further down her body, straddling her legs. I slip my hands into the top of her knickers, fingering the elastic holding them up. How easy it would be to snap it, to tear these from her. Instead, I slide them down, my mouth following the glide of her underwear, kissing and sucking my way down her inner thigh, all the way to her knees. Then I kiss my way back up her other leg, my tongue tracing circles inside her thigh, my lips brushing her skin softly.Little mewls escape her lips and she bucks her hips, arching her body upward, offering herself to me very clearly.

I’ve never wanted any woman more than I want Jade right now. And if I’m reading her right—and I think I am—the feeling is mutual.

My mouth goes to her pussy while my hands explore her body. I want to touch her everywhere. I want to touch every part of her, to make her tingle all over.

“Mmmm, Jaxon!” she breathes, lifting her hips, pushing her pussy toward me.

She’s close to orgasm, I can tell. Her whole body is trembling, her breath is coming in short, ragged gasps, and her eyes are glazed. I want to drag her pleasure from her, again and again and again.

My tongue circles her labia, dips between her folds, lapping up her juices. She’s salty, tangy, and musky all at once and I can’t get enough of her. My fingers dig into her hips, reaching underneath her to squeeze her ass, as I kiss that special spot between her legs and her body responds. She grabs hold of my head, tangling her fingers in my hair, digging them into my scalp.

“Oh, my god! Yessss!”

My tongue flicks back and forth over her clit, circling gently, teasing the orgasm out of her and she arches her back and squeals.

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