“Keep making sounds like that and I’m not going to be able to hold back,” Jonas warns with an arched eyebrow.
“Good,” I whisper, stroking my hands over his steel heat. “I don’t ever want you to hold back again. Do we have to find a condom?”
“No,” he growls. One hand grips my hair, tipping my face up to his. The other holds my chin firmly. “You’re mine, and I’m not having anything between us. When I come, I’m going to claim every inch of your pussy. I want you filled with me.”
I nod frantically, because holy fuck, yes. I want all of that. Jonas bends down, capturing my mouth with his as he reaches under my dress, grabbing my thighs. He lifts me, seemingly effortlessly, and pins me to the conservatory door. My legs go around his waist, and I gasp as my clit grinds against his erection.
“Well? Put it where you want it, Kitten.” God, he’s filthy. I love it. I lick my lips and reach down, bringing his thick length against my wet heat. I’m aching, and even after coming once, I’m desperate for more.
He lowers me on his cock, stretching me around the wide head and inching me down his shaft. He wasn’t joking when he said he’d have to work his way inside me. My eyes roll back in my head as my body yields to his hardness, the sensation overwhelming.
Jonas lets me sink all the way down his cock until he’s buried in me. He holds me like that, pinioned to the wall, my weight on his hips, my body aching with the overwhelming pleasure of being filled by him. Claimed by him.
I rock my hips, trying to force him to move, but my shoulder blades just dig into the glass behind me. Jonas mutters a soft curse, his fingers digging into my ass.
“I thought you said I could take what I need,” I pout at him.
“Damn, woman. Give me a second.” His voice is a low chuckle. “You’re tight as fuck.”
“That must be so hard for you,” I tease, my voice dripping with false sympathy while I clench around him as hard as I can. Jonas jumps, a growl rumbling in his throat. He lifts me up and slams me back down on his cock.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan as he does it again. He fucks me hard against the wall, his eyes never leaving my face. My fingers dig into his broad shoulders, clinging to the only thing that matters in this moment. Pleasure licks over my skin like fire. Pressure, hot and delicious, builds deep inside my core, expanding with every thrust. My muscles shake, my entire body igniting.
My head drops back against the glass, too heavy to hold up, but Jonas isn’t having it. “Look at me, Kitten. I want to see you.” His voice is demanding, and I have no choice but to obey. We’re so close, our noses almost touch. My nipples rub against his chest, pebbling and aching under my dress. Jonas is so focused on my eyes; I can’t see anything else. It’s just him and me. Our bodies joined, our breaths mixing.
“Good girl. Eyes on me. Just like that.” His words come out ragged. Hungry.
“Jonas,” I whimper his name. I’m desperate to come, the need possessing my body.
“I know, Kenna. I know.” He drives into me, unrelenting. “Christ, I love it when you say my name.”
I tighten my muscles around him, trying to hold him as deep as I can. His gray eyes go stormy, and he grits his teeth. “Come on my cock, Kenna. Come for me.”
I fight to keep my eyes open, but the charge that runs through my body eclipses everything. “Jonas-Jonas-Jonas!” The chant pours out of my soul, echoing through the conservatory. He claps his hand over my mouth, muffling my scream.
“Good girl,” he chokes rough praise through gritted teeth while I come.
And come.
And come.
I’m still shaking when Jonas covers my mouth to his, smothering his groan as he empties himself inside me. I cling to him, my arms wrapped around his straining neck, my fingers twisted in his hair. He holds me tight and rests his forehead against mine. The sweet ache of truly being his after wanting him for so long makes my heart swell like it’s going to burst out of my chest. He wanted me all this time… I still can’t quite wrap my head around it.
Jonas’ eyes roam my face, taking me in and the adoration shining out of them steals my breath. “I love you, Kenna.”
A grin spreads across my face, so wide my cheeks hurt. “I love you more.” I run my hands through his hair and kiss the bruise on his cheek.
“Did Dean do that?” I ask. Jonas nods, a rueful smile on his lips.
“Oh, I’m going to sock my brother so hard.”