CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
AUBREY
“WE'RE NOT FINISHED YET,” he said low into my ear from behind me.
My whole body, and probably even my spirit and soul, shivered in anticipation. Even if I'd just experienced the best orgasm and quite possibly the most passionate moment of my life, my body wanted more.
I needed more.
Somewhere along the way, my body parted from my mind and decided Jax was the ally, and common sense was the enemy.
Now, it seemed to be in survival mode, ready to tap into energy reserves just to keep him close, to keep experiencing him over and over again.
My body rebelled and aligned with the enemy. I was an addict, feeding off Jax as if he were a drug.
The situation went from bad to worse when I spread my legs further apart, like I wanted him to continue.
His hand slid up my thigh and rubbed the inside of it with his thumb. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like he used to do so many years ago.
The touch triggered me. “Jax, if you want to fuck me, just do it.”
His hand left my thigh and before I could ask what he was doing, his whole body overtook me when he wrapped a hand around my neck.
While I gasped for air, he thrust so hard into me, I just barely caught myself before slamming into the window.
He didn't pull out but rolled his hips as he tightened his grip on my neck and used his other hand to push my back further down. “Fuck you like this? That what you wanted?”
His cock stretched me so much, I almost whimpered. If someone were watching, I knew it would look bad. He had me bent to nearly a ninety degree angle in front of a window, while he just barely let me breathe, fucking me just the way he wanted.
I had no control in the situation, I was at his mercy and his disposal.
Yet, it was the most liberated and alive I'd felt in so long. My heart pumped blood under his thumb on my neck, and I swore it pumped stronger than it ever had before. My skin tingled where he pushed at my back, and I could feel his breath on my shoulder, the air around us shook with tension.
I could feel every little thing.
The colors of the cityscape and lake vibrated to life in front of me. The world was brighter, louder, and so freaking beautiful.
When he pulled back and loosened his grip on my neck, I sucked in deep and it made me feel even more alive.
When he slammed his cock into me even further this time, I swear I felt the blood rushing all the way down to my toes in my pumps.
Together, we lived and burned brighter than my life could ever be without him.
He rolled into me harder but loosened his grip to get an answer, “You like this don't you, Peaches?”
“Yes, yes, God, yes.”
He pulled out of me and spun me around to face him.
I leaned against the window and took every inch of him in. The man, whether he would ruin me or not, was the perfect specimen.
He'd trumped every other male in the world with just the way he looked at me. The dominance and hunger in that stare was enough to make me sacrifice everything.
His breathing had picked up enough that his chest expanded under his dress shirt over and over. His cock hung from his pants, bigger than I could remember it being and so hard I licked my lips. I knew firsthand that wrapping my mouth around it wasn't a chore.
He grabbed it and pumped it once in front of me. “Keep staring and I'll make you do more than just that.”
“I want to do more,” I said, without even thinking.