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Normally, I couldn’t care less if someone sees me naked. It’s only a body. But with Jackson, it’s more than that. He can see right through me, even in all my layers of clothing. Being bare like this seems more intimate than with anyone else. Like he can see all the scars on my soul written on my skin.
“Turn off the light,” I pant just as his lips and heated breath run along my inner thigh.
“No.” With that, he bites down hard on my thigh when I start to argue, and I cry out instead. He sucks the same spot and chases it with his tongue to ease the initial sting, and I can’t help but wonder if that was near or on the same area that Kellan had marked the day before.
He shifts my feet onto each of his shoulders, angling me back onhis bed on my elbows to keep me upright enough to watch him as he paints a line with his tongue from my entrance to my clit, flicking it at the very end.
It’s a brief tease before he drops all pretenses and sets in to consume me. His cerulean gaze flicks up to mine as he eats me with abandon, and I nearly come from that look alone. Like he’d do anything and everything to please me, and he’ll enjoy the fuck out of it too. My arms are shaking from trying to hold myself up, and I finally give in for the sake of grabbing a pillow and holding it over my face to muffle the noises rising unbidden past my lips.
“No one is going to hear us. I’m keeping your sounds all to myself.” He chuckles, then returns to licking my pussy like it’s drenched in his favorite flavor.
Cool wisps of air tickle and tease along my skin, and I know he’s letting his gift out to play. It circles and dances across my flesh in devastatingly slow movements that draw pleasure to the surface of my skin. Every square inch of flesh is caressed and fondled while his tongue works leisurely strokes between my folds, circling my clit with strengthening pressure.
I’m writhing and moaning for him to release me, my hands clawing at the sheets and hips grinding into him. I needmore. “More. Please, Jack. Touch me. Fuck me.”
His tongue rounds my entrance, and his air finds my clit, spiraling it repeatedly with a fine pressure. Then he sinks his tongue inside of me and rubs it along my inner wall, and another orgasm whips through me. Before I can recover, he’s replacing his tongue with his cock and thrusting into me. My wanton voice echoes back to me inthe room as if it’s in stereo.
I think he’s just going to take what he needs, but his thumb rubs through our shared cum and drags itself over my overstimulated clit. I jolt from the contact. “Jack, it’s too much. I can’t—” His lips fuse with mine, and I’m swept away in his kiss. I surrender completely to him, wrapping my legs around him. It hurts so good that I can’t stop it.
I think it’s impossible for me to go again, but Jackson proves me wrong once again that he knows me better when an orgasm detonates inside me, leaving me boneless and shaking. My body sets off his release and milks his cock dry, greedy to have all of him even as it drips down the base of his shaft and the edge of the bed.
I can’t move. My body twitches and trembles beneath him. I have just enough strength to turn my face to look at him.
He looks at me like a man possessed. I’m not sure if I’m soothing the demons inside or just calling them out to play because he looks hungrier for me than before. Like he’ll never get enough.
I drag myself backward on the bed, and his eyes track my every movement. “Jackson…” I start, my voice soft and breathless.
My voice stirs something in him, and he moves to follow me, crawling over me to cage me in. “I’ll never be done with you, little one.”
His tongue finds the pulse in my neck, and he sucks on it, and I just know there’s no escape for me tonight until one or both of us passes out from exhaustion.
Chapter ten
Jackson
Raegan’s breathing slows anddeepens beside me. She’s lying on her front, arms tucked under the pillows, and her back bare until the sheets crowd around her waist. My hand grazes across her smooth, exposed skin.
She doesn’t move.
I don’t expect her to. I had no intention of letting her leave my room tonight, which she would have if I hadn’t fucked her until she passed out from exhaustion. Now she’ll stay in my bed, exactly where she should be, until I return from an annoying but necessary errand.
I push those thoughts aside for a few minutes more and just enjoy this moment.
My fingertips trace along her shoulder blades, following the lines of her body down to the sheet, then circle back up to explore the phoenix tattoo inked at the base of her neck and some inches down her spine. It doesn’t take much effort to guess the meaning behind it when the words“and still I rise”are written alongside of it.
Another tattoo peeks out from beneath her blonde hair, and I move her locks up and back to get a look at the ink I’ve seen but never been able to study this closely before. It’s a single feather behind her ear, right over where her barcode used to be from GE, that turns into tiny birds at the tip, as if the feather is transforming.
My lips curve into a smile, and I continue touching my fingers to her flesh. I can’t help it. I’ve dreamed of a moment like this for so long. Where I’m no longer forced to watch from a distance and imagine the softness of her skin. I can feel it for myself.
Her warmth causes an ache in my chest and ignites a fire in my bones. I’ll do anything to keep this. To keep her safe. I memorize the feel of her skin and her expression of peace and contentment while she sleeps. This is what I fight for. What I willalwaysfight for. What I’d put my life on the line for.
For the girl who thinks she’s the villain in this story when, really, she’s its hero. I still don’t know what happened to her on that island or the five years after, but I’m working on learning every detail. Whatever it was, it left her sense of self warped like a funhouse mirror.
My little one thinks she’s the one who’s changed. She doesn’t see that she still has the biggest heart of all of us. That she would willingly put herself on the line for any one of us or someone she deems as innocent. She puts scars on her soul to save and protect others.
Now, it’s my job to protect her and take every one of them from here on out. And I’ll do it all with a smile.
She shifts a bit in her sleep, and I watch her like a man enthralled.My cock stirs at the sight of her lithe body moving. I’m tempted to sheathe myself inside of her one more time, promising that I’d finally feel like I’d had enough and could leave without looking back. But I won’t lie. There will never be enough of her for me.
