Page 84 of Requiem
I settle into a rhythm, one hand wrapping around the base of him, the other resting on his powerfully tense thigh. I take him as deep as I can, my throat relaxing. I swallow, the constriction making his hips jerk involuntarily.
“Oh, my god,” he hisses. And after a few minutes of driving him into a frenzy, he exhales. “Ride me.”
The command is soft, but it still leaves no room for argument. I wouldn’t want to, anyway. He’s deciding how this goes. So I do as he says, and I stand on shaky legs. His gaze has turned dark. But this time, it isn’t with the desire to kill me. It’s with lust.
“Keep looking at me,” he breathes.
I do. I stare into his eyes as I lower myself, taking him inch by slightly painful inch. His jaw locking as I work him deeper. When he’s fully seated, we both go perfectly still. And then I kiss him again, my hips beginning a slow, torturous ride. He’s holding himself together, I can see and feel that.But when his tongue swirls over mine, I lose it. I can’t help myself, so I ride faster, because Ineedthis, too.
I needhim.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, my voice trembling.
Another sound escapes him, one that sounds like a plea this time. “Keep. Fucking. Going.”
He meets my rhythm, his own hips lifting to drive up into me. His mouth finds mine again in a searing, open kiss.
“I’ve missed you,” I pant against his mouth, my movements becoming frantic. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, Jude.”
His eyes lock on mine, a flash of devastation consuming his expression.
But I throw my head back, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. I can’t see that look. The look that says,I abandoned you, and I’m sorry.
Ican’t.
Moans spill from me, my orgasm building, winding tighter with every drag of him inside me.
“Eyes on me,” he reminds me.
I force my gaze back to his. And now, his eyes are wild and full of love and fear. His lips part, holding my stare. And then, I shatter. My orgasm detonates, ripping through my entire body, clenching around him.
“Ugh, baby.” His jaw locks with a rough groan, his entire body seizing as his release barrels into him. My hips slow when I feel him pulsing inside me. His eyes never leave mine, holding me captive in that moment of pure, vulnerable surrender as he fills me. For a long moment, we stay like that, panting, foreheads pressed together, sharing the same air.
“Emma,” he says, breathless.
“Yeah?”
He licks his lips, his gaze dropping to my mouth, then back to my eyes. “Uncuff me. Please.”
I stare into his beautiful eyes, finally seeingmyJude in them. The boy I fell in love with. The man who still had my heart in Seaside. And the man he is now. The rockstar. The killer. The fucking monster in the dark. All of them collide into the incredible and beautiful person he is right now.
I ease myself off of him, glancing once again at the camera behind us, hoping that our friends have at least turned away for this. Then, I reach for the key left on the bed, lean forward, and unlock it. And the moment the cuffs clink open, he’s on me.
Jude lifts me as if I weigh nothing, slamming me down onto the dresser. “I need more,” he growls, yanking my hips toward the edge and abruptly thrusting back inside me.
Chapter twenty-four
JUDE GRAVES
The moment I slam back into her, my eyes roll back into myfuckingskull. Her hips are jammed against the edge of the dresser, my hands on her thighs holding her wide open for me, and I’m driving into her so hard the old wood groans beneath her weight. Every thrust jolts her body. I can’t get deep enough. I can’t get fuckingcloseenough.
Her hand reaches up, fingers tangling in my hair. She pulls my head down, bringing my mouth to hers. “Jude…”
My name on her lips, that breathy, broken sound…it triggers something feral inside me. My thrusts become rougher, a small yelp escaping her. I’m not just fucking her. I’mconditioningmyself. They wired my brain to see her face and feel agony. So I’mrewiringit. I’m staring into her eyes as raw, animal, overwhelming pleasure courses through me.
My hand slides up from her thigh, over her stomach, and tightens on her throat. “Henevertook you from me,” I growl.
Alexei tried.
