Page 145 of The Never List
My thighs clench around his head, my breath coming in tight waves as he winds me up. I shift one leg over his shoulder, using my bare foot to pull him against me, and he laughs that slow, languid laugh that sends tendrils of heat curling under my skin.
“Needy little butterfly,” he says, backing up enough to look at me.
The sight of him on his knees is enough to make me wild with desire. I’m a lit match, an aching pulse in my core.
He wets his lips, inhaling deeply again, as if he can drinkin my scent, drench himself in my flavor. I tremble at the sight. “You want me to let you go?” he asks, danger flashing in his eyes as he flexes that muscled arm over my hip.
I hesitate, contemplating my Nightmare. He could let me go but then tie me up somewhere else and edge me some more. My toes curl at the thought, and I realize that there is no losing answer here, not with him.
Smiling, I bite my bottom lip and nod.
Fire flashes in his eyes as he releases me, scooting away from me to lie back on the floor. He crooks two fingers at me in a come-hither motion, pure confidence. HeknowsI’ll obey.
I hurry off the chair, pulling my tunic over my head as I do, then settle over his hips—
“Ah ah,” he says, tsking me as he points at his face. “Sit.”
I go liquid at his command, but I hesitate. Before I can try to convince him otherwise, he palms my ass and hauls me up to his face, situating me right over his mouth and flicking out his tongue. My mind whirls at the position as I timidly hover over his mouth. The last thing I want to do is suffocate him—
“I saidsit,” he commands and tightens his grip on my ass to draw me down, dragging my slickness right over his mouth so his tongue slips inside.
“Jax!” I cry. Any concern I have about smothering him flies right out of my mind, my instincts shifting to an unshakable need that only Jax can satiate. I settle against him, rocking over his face in every way that feels amazing.
“That’s it,” he says, and I feel the vibrations of his voice against me. “Take what you need.”
I arch my neck, rolling my hips and dragging my handsup and over my breasts, touching them because it just feels too fucking good not to. Jax nods his head in time to my movements, dragging his tongue through my heat in sure strokes that make me pant. My thighs quiver on either side of his head as I up my pace.
“Yes,” Jax groans. “Such a good, obedient butterfly.” He squeezes my ass as I ride him, and liquid fire ripples beneath my skin at his praise.
“Jax.”I say his name on a stuttered breath, my pleasure building and spiraling inside me as I rock against him until—
I explode, my entire body shaking from the throes of my orgasm tearing through me. Jax continues to lick me, shoving me toward the point of glittering, delicious pain as I come hard and long until I feel like I can’t hold myself up for a second more.
Jax shifts me upward, not wasting a second to switch our positions. He cradles the back of my head with his hand as he lays me out on the floor, dragging his hands down my body before he reaches for two pillows from the couch next to us. He slides them beneath me so I’m up and on display, just for him.
He parts my thighs with his powerful hands, shifting on his knees between my legs. He sinks into me without preamble, and I groan as he drags his hard length out of me before slamming home again.
Goddess, it’s so deep when he bottoms out; the angle he has me at allows him to hit that spot inside me and make my eyes roll back in my head. I force myself to focus because he’s just too fucking perfect to not watch. He’s pure confidence and danger as he towers over me, his indigo eyes unflinching as he fucks me. The fire glows behindhim, making the tattoos covering his chest look fluid. A Nightmare incarnate, terrifying and all-encompassing and hauntingly beautiful.
“Harder, Jax,” I demand, knowing he’s holding himself back. “Take what you need.” I echo his earlier sentiment.
That grin of his turns lethal.
“Goddess,” I moan as he grips the backs of my knees and fucks me harder, pumping into me with fierce strokes that fill me so completely I can hardly breathe. “Yes, just like that.” I reach above my head to grip the silver rug because I have no other leverage, no other choice but to hold on as he utterly ruins me.
The sounds of our sex fill the room, and Jax’s smile deepens. “Listen to that,” he says, his words tense as he emphasizes each one with a hard thrust. “Listen to how much your body wants mine,” he groans, his grip on my legs tightening. The little bite of pain makes me moan, breathless and needy as he tips my pleasure toward the edge—
He slows down, dragging out of me in long, lengthy strokes that make meshake. Every graze of his length inside me is like a demon vying for my soul, and goddess save me, he’s got it. Whatever he wants, he can have it—my soul, my heart, my mind—as long as he keeps doingthat.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands.
“I’m yours,” I immediately answer as he drags out of me once again, controlling my release on the end of a string.
He grins, his lips curling around his white teeth in a predatory way. “Tell me you’re mine forever.”
“Forever,” I promise. “Jax, always.” I can barely form the words around the keening in my mind.
His emotions spear into mine, waves of need andassurance and love that are so brutal it makes me want to roar. And when he shifts against me, leaning farther over my body and pushing my knee back with one hand, bottoming out as he rocks himself against my center—I fucking do.
