Page 18 of Haven

And I’ve kept going back to him ever since. Not a lot. Not so often I get confused about what exactly it is we have together. Just enough to satisfy that bone-deep need I can’t seem to shake.

I feel it again right now. A hunger that’s trying to claw its way out from my core. But I can’t go to him again tonight. We just fucked yesterday. It’s too soon. I should be physically satisfied for a while.

I don’t need to be fucked again tonight.

I keep turning in bed, trying to think of anything else. Eventually I slide my hand between my legs and rub myself off to a ridiculous fantasy of Jackson coming into my room right now, seeing how I’m touching myself, and turning me over his knee and spanking me until I come over and over again.

The fantasy gets me so hot I come too quickly. Since that’s not enough to satiate me, I have to try again for a longer, deeper orgasm by using two fingers in my pussy. It takes some work, but the thought of him spanking me triggers enough arousal that I build up to a really good climax. I smother the sound of my release in the pillow and feel my pussy clamping down on my fingers.

There. That should be enough. I came really good. I’m hot and breathless, and my body is relaxing. I collapse on my back, closing my eyes and trying to enjoy the little aftershocks of pleasure.

I doze off pretty quick, but I dream about Jackson’s strong arms and stern voice and wake up a couple of hours later with my heart hammering.

Damn it. What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be like this.

I’m going to have to get myself off again.

Or else...

With a groan, I roll out of bed, light my candle, and walk down the hall to his room. I let myself in, and the board on my third step squeaks.

Before I know what’s happening, Jackson is out of bed. Naked and aiming a gun at me the way he did the very first time.

He blinks when he realizes who it is, the alarm on his face relaxing. “Faith? Jesus, what— Is everything all right?”

This isn’t how he responds to my presence in his room. He never acts surprised. He never questions it. We just do what we do and move on.

But he’s shocked tonight. He didn’t expect me. It’s too soon. I shouldn’t be here. We fucked last night, and I’m not supposed to come back so soon.

For some reason, his reaction mortifies me. I made a mistake in coming here, and now I’m exposed, embarrassed, eager. Too young.

With a snarl that’s mostly protecting my raw feelings, I turn on my heel and start to stride out of the room. I never should have done this.

“Faith, wait.” He follows me, grabbing my arm before I can reach the door and swinging me back around.

I stare up at him, the candle in my hand wavering.

He takes it from me and puts it on the table where I usually leave it. Then he tilts his head down, searching my face with a strange urgency.

Maybe he’s trying to figure me out. He’s not going to get very far since I can’t even figure myself out.

Then he rasps out one word. “Kitten.” Right before he pushes me up against the wall and kisses me hard.

I should be annoyed by the mocking nickname, but I’m not. Irrationally, it gets me really hot. I grab for his neck and open to the kiss, and before I know it, I’m wrapping one leg high around his thighs and grinding my aching pussy against his leg.

He wasn’t hard when he started the kiss, but he is now. I can feel his cock pressing against me as his tongue thrusts into my mouth and his hands cup my bare bottom under my gown. The gown evidently gets in his way because he impatiently tears it off, breaking the kiss to pull it off over my head.

I’m not sure which of us starts the process, but pretty soon I’m parting my legs so he can bend his knees and line his cock up at my entrance. He pushes in as he lifts me up, holding me firm against the wall as my legs wrap all the way around him.

I gasp with pleasure at the thick, tight penetration. I toss my head against the wall as he holds us completely still. He’s panting against my neck, and I’m dying for him.

“Move, Jackson,” I demand in a harsh whisper. “Please. Fuck me hard.”

He makes a guttural sound as he starts to pump his hips. I’m trapped between the wall and his body, so I can only take what he gives me. He works up a strong, vigorous rhythm of tight thrusts, and I squeeze him with my arms, legs, and pussy. Our panting turns into soft, animalistic grunts as we work up momentum, and I bite down hard on his bare shoulder as I come in deep, powerful spasms.

I’ve barely come down when he’s carrying me over to the bed, parting my legs, and kneeling between them so he can fuck me again in a different position. This time I can see him better, and he can see me spread out naked and completely exposed to his view.

I can’t lie still. It’s like I’m possessed by a shameless stranger. I fondle my own breasts as he fucks me, tweaking my nipples until it almost hurts. Then I rub my clit until I’m fluttering around his cock, but he doesn’t stop fucking me. His eyes rake up and down over my body like he’s trying to swallow up everything he sees.

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