Page 46 of Remnants
After shoving his hood back, I pull his face to mine, crashing our lips together. I swallow his groan, the taste of me that he’d savored like his favorite flavor. I kiss him without fear of what he might do but with unbridled desire for that dark part of him that does it all for me. Who willingly does whatever necessary for my sake. I want him, all of him.
I push away from him abruptly, stepping around him to back further into the room, my eyes returning to his as I do. His lips areswollen and wet, his eyes shimmering with obsession as they watch me retreat in slow, taunting movements. With each step, I lose an article of clothing.
My pants.
Shirt.
Socks.
Bra.
I strip my underwear last, dragging it down my legs in slow motion as I had with the others. A wicked smile stretches my lips as I continue walking backward around the desk to Elias’s chair. If Jackson blinks at all, I miss it, his stare so intense that I feel an almost high from the attention.
The chair is wide and high-backed, stuffed patches on the arms for comfort and smooth fabric over a cushion that I sink into a bit as I sit on it. Naked. I throw a leg over one chair arm, spreading myself and then lifting my chin before I speak. “Kneel.” My voice is low, but the command is unmistakable. I don’t need to shout to get his attention; I always have it.
Jackson’s nostrils flare, his hands clenching.
Still, I wait.
He stalks around the desk, stopping at the chair, then kneels before me.
Fuck, this is a heady feeling. Seeing him kneel for me, doing what I command without question…and knowing that I’m the only one he’d do this for. He may be a ruthless killer, a prince of darkness, but he’s mine.
Jack shifts forward on his knees, his face moving between mythighs with a look that leaves me breathless. He drags his nose down the inside of my thigh, his breath tickling the sensitive flesh in his path. He flicks his blue eyes to mine, a slow smile spreading across his lips just before he yanks me to the edge of the chair.
He presses a kiss to the sunken space at the apex of my thigh, his lips skating down and leaving another. His tongue slips between my folds, finding my entrance, and then slides up my center in a devastatingly slow tease.
He groans, his tongue painting lines and circles in a way that has my inner walls trembling and clenching. His tongue slips inside, and my hips convulse.
My head falls back, hitting the chair hard enough to hurt, when a wanton moan scrambles up my throat and seizes my lungs. His tongue is relentless, leaving nothing untouched, no area left wanting. He swipes it between my pussy and clit, rubbing and sliding before moving around my clit, circling, circling. Tighter and tighter. Harder and harder. A finger rings my entrance, putting pressure there without fully breaching it, and I writhe with the desperate need for him to finish it.
“Oh, fuckkk,” I pant, my nails digging into the armrests.
He presses his tongue harder, faster. Moving at a dizzying speed until it feels like my heart might burst from my chest. I thrust my hips against him, chasing the pleasure that’s climbing higher and higher. “Ohhh, yeah. Yeah. Fuckkk. Jack!” His fingers drive into my pussy, and the pleasure hits me so hard that my back bows, and I grab his hair to hold on tight. My orgasm grabs me and throws me over the edge of a cliff, and I free-fall to the ground, shattering to pieces.
Jackson stands, his height making him tower over me, slumped in the chair. He licks his lips clean, then wipes whatever’s left from his chin with the back of his hand.
I shudder at the hungry look in his eyes, his black hair wild from whatever I’d done to it. He paces around the chair, removing his hoodie and shirt as he goes until he’s behind it and out of my periphery.
Click.
The back of the chair drops, and I let out a small scream when I fall with it. It’s so far back that the chair is almost horizontal, and I’m staring up at Jackson’s smirking face. He grabs my ankles, his gift assisting him in turning and flipping me in an instant. Gasping, I land chest-first against the back of the chair, my hips at the edge while my legs dangle over it. My feet kick the air, searching for the floor until Jack splits my legs and presses his cock against my core.
He sinks into me, his hands holding my hips steady while the rest of me scrambles to hold on to something.Anything. I grip the chair arms, but fuckkk. I’m trapped. Stuck partially in the air with no leverage, so all I can do is take whatever he’s giving me without the ability to adjust or move myself.
Once he’s fully seated, Jackson draws back to the tip, then slams back in. I cry out from the impact, my hands tightening as I expect to faceplant with the chair, but his hands on my hips keep me secure. He drives into me again and again, and I can feel the pent-up violence purging from him with every stroke.
I hook my feet around the back of his legs, needing something to support them, and then hang on for dear life.
My clit rubs into the chair, the softness of the fabric feeling rough there, but the dull pain builds to pleasure at the pressure. His unforgiving pace pushes my body to a crescendo, and I release a strangled cry of his name when it peaks, and I fall to ruin.
Jackson keeps going through it all, dragging out my orgasm until, at last, he thrusts one final time and holds himself there. He throws his head back, a pleasured gasp wrenching from his lips as his chest heaves from so much exertion.
He draws back, leaving me for a few seconds while I close my eyes and catch my breath. Then he’s rolling me in his arms, cradling me to his chest. I look up at him, my fingers trailing the side of his face until he looks at me. His expression is relaxed. Calm. The shadows in his gaze aren’t as prominent. They’ll never be gone completely, but he’s back in control.
Jack sits me on the chair after it’s snapped upright and kneels between my legs. He holds his shirt and brings it to the apex of my thighs, and I put my hand on his. “I’ll do it.”
“Let me.”
