Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
He sets me down on the rumpled duvet, the morning light catching the silver flecks in his eyes. He moves with a predatory grace, stripping off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing his powerful torso. Every muscle is defined, a testament to years of brutal discipline, but when he reaches for me, his touch is as light as a whisper.
"I love you," he says. It's a fact, a fundamental law of his new universe. He fumbles with the hem of the sweatshirt, pulling it over my head until I'm left in just my lace bra and panties, feeling the cool air of the room for only a second before his heat replaces it.
His mouth finds mine, and I melt under his kiss. His hands explore the curves of my body as if he’s trying to memorize them, his palms rough against the silk of my skin. I arch into him, my breath hitching as his lips move down my throat, finding the pulse point that’s thrumming with a frantic, desperate need.
"Jax," I moan, my hands sliding into his thick, dark hair, pulling him closer. I want the weight of him. I want everything.
He moves lower, his tongue tracing along my collarbone, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of my breasts. He looks at me with a hunger that is both terrifying and exhilarating.
He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the peak until I'm clutching at his shoulders, my toes curling against the sheets. The sensation is a direct line to the ache between my legs, a throbbing heat that's becoming unbearable. He moves to the other side, his hand sliding down to the waistband of my panties, his fingers hooking into the lace.
"You’re so beautiful, Harper," he growls against my skin. "So fucking beautiful."
He strips the lace away, his eyes roaming over my entire body. I’m already dripping, the evidence of my need glistening in the morning light. He doesn't wait. He slides two fingers inside me, finding my rhythm instantly, his thumb circling my clit in a way that makes my vision blur as a rising tide of pleasure threatens to pull me under. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him toward me, my hips bucking against his hand.
"Please," I gasp, the word a ragged plea. "More."
He pulls back just long enough to shed the rest of his clothes. His cock is thick and hard, a heavy, pulsing weight that strains toward me. He’s always so controlled, so calculated, but right now, I can see the cracks in the persona, the raw, unbridled desire that he only shows to me.
He enters me in one slow, agonizingly perfect thrust. I cry out as he fills me, the stretch of him making me feel complete in a way that defies logic. He stays still for a moment, letting us both adjust, his forehead pressed against mine as he breathes through the intensity of it.
"Fuck, Harper," he hisses, his voice breaking. "You’re so tight. You feel incredible."
He begins to move, his thrusts powerful and rhythmic, slamming into me with a force that makes the headboard knock against the wall. I meet him movement for movement, my nails raking down his back, marking him as mine. The sound of our bodies colliding, the wet friction of skin on skin, fills my small bedroom.
He’s not gentle now. He’s the man from the ice—aggressive, dominant, relentless. He pins my wrists above my head, his grip firm, and I love the way it makes me feel—completely his, completely safe. He pounds into me, each thrust taking me higher, the tension building in my lower belly until it’s a wire about to snap.
"Look at me," he commands, and I open my eyes, finding his blown-out gaze. "I'm never letting you go. Do you hear me? You're mine."
"Yours," I agree breathlessly, the word lost in a moan as he hits the perfect spot, sending a jolt of pure electricity through my nervous system. "Jax, I'm… I'm close."
"Come for me, baby," he groans, his pace increasing, his breath coming in jagged bursts. "Show me how much you want this."
I shatter. The orgasm tears through me, and I scream his name, my entire body vibrating with the force of it. A second later, he lets out a low, guttural growl, his body tensing as he thrusts one last time, deep and hard, before he explodes inside me.
The aftermath is a soft, heavy silence. We lie there, tangled together, the only sound the frantic gasping of our breathing as we wait for the world to stop spinning. Jaxson collapses on top of me, his weight a comforting pressure, his face buried in the crook of my neck.
After a while, he rolls to his side, taking me with him so we’re spooning, his arm draped possessively over my waist. He kisses my shoulder, his lips lingering on my skin. “I love you, firecracker.”