Page 32 of Haven

He makes a sound in his throat and takes my head in both his hands, rolling me over onto my back and moving on top of me as he kisses me. It’s familiar but also strangely new, different. The light of the lantern illuminates more of the room than my candle ever did. I can see him clearly when I open my eyes, and there’s something deeply hungry in his gaze that I need and fear both.

We kiss for a long time. I wind one of my legs around his and slide my hands down to his ass, dipping under the waistband of his underwear so I can feel the firm flesh there. His cock is hard and trapped between our bodies. He grunts every time I buck up against it.

When I’m so aroused I can’t stop trying to hump his body, he finally breaks the kiss and slowly takes off my tank and panties so I’m completely naked beneath him. He kisses my breasts and my belly. Gives my pussy a few quick licks that make me choke on a squeal. Then yanks off his underwear and pulls my legs apart.

He stares down at me for longer than I expect. I’m naked and exposed and pulsing with deep need, and I’m sure I look shameless as I pant and squirm. He’s kneeling between my legs, holding on to both my thighs. He finally slides his hand to one of my knees and presses it back toward my shoulder, bending the leg up as he leans toward me.

He kisses me and then adjusts to line his cock up and thrust it home inside me.

I make a whimpering sound at the tight feel of him. I shift my hips but can’t move much because he’s holding my leg firmly in place. He’s looming over me as he starts to thrust, his face not that far from mine. His expression is disturbing. Confusing. I close my eyes so I can focus only on the intense sensations.

It feels good. Really good. He’s pushing fast and hard, bouncing my whole body with the force of his thrusts. I toss my head and squeeze my eyes shut and try not to imagine what he looks like above me, staring down at me. Seeing me. Knowing me. All of me. Completely.

“Kitten,” he rasps.

I make a helpless sound. Pleasure is tightening into a coil. I can feel it rising, but not fast enough. There’s so much else that I’m feeling.

“Kitten,” he says again. More insistent this time.

I know why he’s saying it. He wants to get my attention. He wants me to open my eyes.

I do. I can’t seem to help it even if halts the momentum of my orgasm.

He’s still fucking me, still holding on to my leg, still poised above me, supported on his other arm, when I open my eyes.

His eyes are focused on my face, never looking anywhere else. “Tell me you want this,” he grits out, his voice stern and demanding the way it often is, but with something else underlying it.

My whole body is shaking with his motion. I reach up to grab his biceps since I need to hold on to something. It feels like every molecule of me is going to fly apart at any moment. “I want this.” My voice is stretched, breathless.

He makes a guttural sound and jerks his head slightly, his nostrils flaring. “Tell me you want me.”

I make a sobbing sound as the words trigger something deep. I scratch lines into the skin of his arms. “I want you.”

He speeds up, pounding into me so hard the bed bangs loudly against the wall. “Tell me who you want.”

“You. Jackson. I want you. Jackson. You. Only you!” The last words come out as a hoarse cry because I come hard on the heels of them.

He’s right after me, biting back a loud, possessive bellow and yanking his cock out just in time to come all over my stomach.

He collapses on top of me, the full weight of him hitting me unexpectedly. I huff in surprise but it isn’t unpleasant. It feels safe.

Safe.

I wrap my arms around him and hold him there, knowing he won’t stay long.

He gasps against my neck for longer than I expect. There might be muttered words in the panting, but they’re not clear enough for me to make out. Then finally with a groan he pushes himself off me and falls down onto the mattress beside me.

My body is wracked with little aftershocks of pleasure, and my lungs are burning from effort. I wipe some of the sweat off my face with the sheet and turn my head to look at him.

He’s looking back at me.

It feels like I’m supposed to say something. Like he’s waiting for me. But I have no idea what I’m capable of saying. So I manage to get out, “That was good.”

He makes a huff of sound. Maybe dry amusement. “Yeah.”

“We should get some sleep.”

“Yeah. Got a long day tomorrow.” He reaches over to turn off the lantern, leaving us in darkness. “Night, Faith.”

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