Page 115 of Remnants
I pause, considering that thought and realizing he may be right. He usually is. Flipping my hand on his chest, I imagine my gift there and all it’s done. AllI’vedone.
“I always hated it. I thought it made me destined to be the bad guy. What hero destroys things?” I swallow past the lump in my throat. “But you, the others, the Guild…you’ve shown me it’s not the gift that makes a villain. It’s what you choose to do with it.” My eyes search his, finding his full focus riveted to me. I never have to question if he’s listening or if something else has stolen his concentration. When he’s with me, I feel like the most important person in the world.
“I’m not really sure who I am now that I’ve accepted that. If I’m not a villain or a monster.” I fist my hand, asking the question I’ve always wondered from him. “What do you see when you look at me?”
“A candle in the dark,” he answers without hesitation, his voice a dark, husky sound that curls around my lungs. “My guiding light.”
My heart ricochets, thrashing wildly while my stomach flutters, and I lose all sense of how to breathe. How? How does he always know the things to say that knock the air from my lungs and make me feel weightless? I don’t even know how to respond. How does anyone respond to something like that? All I know is…
“I love you.” I trail my hand up his chest, lingering on the paper crane tattoo, then slide my fingers to the back of his neck and into his messy black hair. “I love you so much that sometimesI’m afraid my heart is going to burst when I’m with you. Swear you’ll never leave my side, Jack.” I grip his hair as the demand falls from my lips.
His smile is sharp and wicked, his gaze shadowed in darkness. “Never,” he promises, his hand gripping my thigh and pulling it over his leg. He runs his hand along the length of my thigh and over my hip, dipping to my waist and up my scarred back to hold my nape. Jack leans closer, his lips feathering over mine. My breath catches. “You will always have me. Until every star in the sky burns out. There will never be a me without you.”
Fuck.
It’s exactly what I needed to hear.
Jackson kisses me like I’m the oxygen he needs to breathe, and I fall into him like gravity. Pressure swells in my chest, overflowing to my limbs and head until I’m buzzing with warmth. He flips me onto my back, his kiss deepening until I think he’ll devour me whole. I open to him completely, relaxing into the bed as he kisses me with dark possession. As his hands caress my skin until it burns. His mouth owning me like a brand.
He touches my slit, inserting a finger into my core, and my inner walls tighten, trying to hold him inside. Jack adds another finger, angling them to stroke my front wall as he pumps them in and out. Our lips smack apart, and I gasp for air.
“You’ll never be rid of me, little one. Not unless you decide to kill me.”
“Never.”
He smirks, trading his fingers for his dick, then thrusting inside in a single strike. The sudden stretch makes me cry out until he collarsmy throat and squeezes. “Even if I use you to fuck my demons out?”
I grab his arm as my breath hitches, and he slams into my pussy like he owns it. I’m getting wetter with every slide of his dick, my cunt weeping for him as he uses my body and sends me into a euphoric state. I couldn’t answer him even if I wanted to. The lack of air, the blankness that overtakes my brain as I’m reduced to nothing but sizzling nerve endings and tightening muscles. Reeling me around his finger like an overly-bound spring that’s ready to pop.
Black dots my vision as he fucks me into oblivion, snapping the restraints on my orgasm. Ecstasy floods my body, sweeping me away in a riptide of pleasure.
Jackson groans above me, and I force my eyes to open. He drops onto his forearms on either side of me, panting steadily and eyes brimming with obsession as they stare into mine.
He’s absolutely right.
I would have to kill him myself to get rid of him.
No one else could do it but me.
I cup the side of his face, brushing my fingertips through the streaks of sweat and finding myself addicted to the way he looks at me.
“You’d have to kill me, too,” I admit breathlessly.
Frowning when I realize Jack hasn’t left the elevator, I stop and spin around. “Aren’t you coming with us?”
He presses a button for another floor, then shakes his head with a smile. “No.”
The doors begin to close, and I slam my hand against one of them so they jerk back open. “Why not? Where are you going?”
Kellan chuckles, leaning over me to place his hand above mine. “He doesn’t usually hang around the Guild members.”
“Then we’ll go back to the Loft.”
“There’s someone I need to see. Work on your gift being active, and I’ll find you when I’m done.”
“Who?”
“Mallory.”
