Page 122 of Burn of Obsidian

He raised his brows, reaching up to gently twist her right nipple.

“Insufferable.” She slapped his hand away with a scowl. “Tell me you’re okay.”

“Better when you come on my face.”

“Jax!” She blushed, the colour starting on her cheeks before sweeping over her breasts. Her nipple piercings glinted in the early morning light, the little balls cold when he sat up and took them in his mouth. “Fuck!” she groaned, rocking herself against his straining cock.

Jax kept her nipple between his teeth.

“Careful,” she panted. “You could still have some internal injuries.”

Biting hard enough for her to gasp, his tongue swept over the small wound. He wanted to tease, to devour until she screamed his name. Until she begged him to fuck her. But he found he lacked his usual patience, the need to take his mate intensifying until it crackled in his veins.

Thunder pressed, his need for her almost as strong as his own. SHE’S READY, he growled. MATE HER.

She tugged his head back, her pupils blown as she sought out his next kiss with little throaty sounds. Her hands moved to his pecs, nails lightly scratching their way down until she found his cock. Jax automatically thrust into her grip, already slick with need, as her thumb brushed across the head.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “How did this even fit?”

“It’s tight,” he groaned, his body aching with how taut he held it.

She shivered at his words, and it took every ounce of strength not to just shift her hips a little and impale her straight. He knew she could take him, his pretty little thief. But he’d never want to hurt her. No, he needed to prep, which meant he needed to taste. Fucking devour her until she was hot and ready for him.

Another shallow thrust, his cock so hard it fucking hurt. She could barely hold him, even with two fists wrapped around his length. The sight almost made him come, especially when he noticed the bands glinting against her skin.

A dangerous desire filled his head.

He’d created them specifically for her, a special design for this exact moment.

Distracting her with another kiss, he pulled her hands up, only to click the bands into the grooves he’d especially created on his headboard.

Thea gasped, taking a second to realise he’d locked her in place. “Are you serious?” She tried to tug, but no one but himself knew how to unlock them, which left her entirely at his mercy.

Jax chuckled, his hands sliding beneath her thighs so he could lift and scoot beneath until her cunt glistened, wet and swollen above his face. Thea wiggled, trying to press her legs together. But she was stuck, his shoulders forcing her to spread wide.

He blew a breath, and Thea moaned low in her throat. “Jax, please!”

He blew another breath, watching her cunt clench in anticipation. “Be a good girl and sit on my face.”

Thea’s thighs trembled, fighting even as her juices dripped onto his tongue.

Fuck. She tasted delicious.

She tasted like his.

Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her down until she had no choice but to suffocate him. The flat of his tongue lapped along her slit before circling her clit, his licks getting harder with every stroke. She barely muffled her scream, but he refused to give her a break, eating her like a man who’d almost died.

There was no patience or teasing. There was too much tension between them. No, this first time had to be fast and rough. The second, he’d take his time. Maybe.

Rocking against him, she chased her orgasm even while locked to the spot. Her body was arched beautifully, tits swaying while he happily devoured her needy pussy, his hands keeping her spread and open for him.

Her cries became louder, harsher until it was nothing more than animalistic moans. She was already so close, he could feel it in the way she tensed on his tongue, her clit pulsating.

Sucking her into his mouth, he growled, allowing the vibration from his throat all the way into his chest to press against her. Thea cried out as she came, soaking his face.

It was the sweetest form of submission, but Jax was losing it, the need to take her growing until it was all he could think about. Their mating bond thrummed, electric in sensation and heightening every brush of his fingers against her skin.

“Look how well you come for me.” He carefully removed himself from underneath her. Thea had sagged forward, her breathing ragged, with her head resting against her arm, wrists still locked in place.

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