Page 81 of Save Me

“Always from you.” I smile. “Unlessyoudon’t want more,” I say playfully as I sit up, my hands roaming his bare chest as he stands between my thighs.

“That, love, will never be a problem I have,” he whispers in my ear before pulling me up to him, lifting me off the table effortlessly.

For a moment I think he’s going to walk back to the bedroom with me wrapped around him, our mouths crashing into each other as he holds me tightly. To my surprise he only takes a couple steps before he pauses and brings me down to the floor instead. He lays me on my back, the cold stone sending shiversthrough me as he retrieves something from his pants pocket, now discarded on the floor by the table. I can’t see what he grabbed, and I forget about it as soon as the warmth of his body presses against me, my legs opening wide as his weight settles on top of me, and his mouth consumes me again as he lines himself up between my legs.

There’s something dirty, something erotic, about wanting each other so badly, needing each other so urgently, that we can’t even make it back to the bedroom, instead taking everything from each other right here. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, never felt as though I need them to breathe. It feels as though waiting a few extra minutes for his touch would be the end of me.

I close my eyes in anticipation, my nerves alight as his hands ravish my body. I jolt when I feel something cold up against my skin, resting where my neck and collarbone meets. My eyes open only to find Jax giving me a wicked smile, trailing a knife, flat side down, over my skin. My breath hitches in my chest as I swallow slowly, adrenaline, desire, and now a hint of trepidation, coursing through my veins.

“Whatever you do, don’t move,” he whispers, before pushing himself inside of me in one fluid thrust.

He doesn’t give me time to adjust, doesn’t give me time to think, as he sets an unrelenting pace, the knife now in his hand that’s against the floor, supporting his weight above me. I keep my eyes on him, giving him a nod of reassurance when he asks if I’m okay, if I’m still good with what we’re doing, with how rough he’s being. He refuses to take my moans of pleasure that fill the house as evidence of just how much I’m enjoying this, instead he needs to hear the words from my mouth, the mouth that he just fucked so delectably a few minutes ago. My pleasure is undeniable, as he continues to take me, and I wrap my legsaround him wanting, needing, as much closeness to him as I can get.

He pauses for a second. “I thought I told you not to move?” he growls, pulling out just to flip me onto my stomach.

My breasts press into the hard floor, and he shoves my legs apart before lowering himself fully on top of me and sinking deep inside me again. His hand brings the knife back to me, placing it right where my neck and shoulder meet, but this time the edge bites into my skin. He changes his pace suddenly, drawing out of me ever so slowly, before pushing back in, inch by delicious inch at a time. He presses his body into mine, bringing his lips to my ear, and I lean into him as I feel his breath against my earlobe.

“Maybe, I’ll give you a matching heart right here, so I can look at it when I’m fucking you from behind.” He rasps, pushing back into me slowly, the knife pressing into my shoulder blade until I feel a sharp sting. I can’t help it as I freefall over the edge at Jax’s words, at the pain mixed with the pleasure, all of it consuming me until I am melting under him. Jax holds still as I continue to shatter around him, the edge of the knife no longer biting into my skin, as I come on his cock.

“Fuck.” Jax’s voice is gravelly, as he throws the knife to the side, pushing off me and dragging my hips up against him. I support myself on my forearms as he thrusts himself into me again and again, his hands gripping my hips, only leaving to deliver the occasional slap to my ass, before he loses himself in his own wave of pleasure.

He collapses on top of me, planting kisses on the side of my neck where the knife had been just moments before. I’m panting, not wanting to let go of the euphoria that slowly ebbs from my body as I come back down from the rush he just gave me.

He rolls off me so we’re laying side by side, him on his back and me on my stomach, giving ourselves enough room to breathe, but close enough that our bodies are still flush, our sides pressing together.

I pick up the knife, abandoned on the floor beside me and twirl it around like I’ve seen Ryan do countless times before.

“Careful, love, it’s sharp,” he says in warning, his chest heaving up and down as he catches his breath.

I look between him and the knife before sitting up, straddling him as I bring the blade carefully towards him. I place my left hand on his chest, balancing me so my other is free to place the sharp edge gently against his skin, right above his heart. I angle it carefully so it’s touching his skin without cutting through.

“Maybe,” I muse, “I’ll giveyoua matching one. Right. Here.” I tap the one spot on his chest with no ink and, when I look at him, his eyes bear into mine intently. He moves his hand, as if he’s going to grab the knife.

Itskas I shake my head slowly, and he stops moving. “Careful, Mr. Turner. Move too quickly and I might nick your heart by accident,” I say playfully.

His eyes dance, matching the mischief in my voice. “Cut it out, love. Cut the whole damn thing out. It’s yours anyway, so do with it what you will.” He winces and I realize that I was so distracted by his words that I tilted the knife by accident, and drops of bright red blood have started to form where the edge of the knife pressed into his skin too firmly.

I toss the knife down. “I’m so sorry,” I blurt out, frantic with worry. “I didn’t mean to—I didn’t actually—”

I don’t get another word out before Jax pulls me down to him, his mouth crashing into mine again.

“Always so surprising, love. Even unintentionally so,” he murmurs as his lips brush against mine. “That was very,very,hot.” I pause, listening as desire coats his words before looking at the small cut on his chest.

It’s barely bleeding, but the taste of copper still coats my lips as I gently kiss it. He moves his hips slightly in response and I can feel just how hot he finds this, and it doesn’t take any convincing to find myself lost in him all over again.

CHAPTER 33

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Iwake asa shiver racks through my body, the dark sheets and heavy duvet no longer on me. I roll to Jax’s side of the bed, searching for his body heat to warm me, but he’s nowhere to be found. I pause for a minute, opening my eyes and looking around the still-dark room. The confusion ebbs away as I remember the knocking sound that came from the other side of the room, how I was vaguely aware of Jax shifting out of bed and trudging towards the door, and how it groaned as he opened it, and how the light flooded into the room, illuminating his naked body. I remember hearing him talking, too soft for me to hear what he was saying, before he came back to the bed, pulling the covers up around me.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll be back in a minute,” he whispered quietly into my ear, before I fell asleep again.

Except he isn’t back, not yet anyway. I don’t know how long he has been gone for, was it minutes or hours ago that he left the room? I sit up, turning on the lamp beside the bed, the warm glow of the light doing nothing to help me wake up, but it does illuminate the room enough that I can see Jax has left his phone here, which means he can’t have gone too far. I look at my own phone, the time showing me that there’s still hours until morning.

I stretch, but the shivers still find me, and I grudgingly get out of bed, walking towards the chair to grab the throw blanket off it. I wrap it tightly around me, nestling into the soft fabricas I walk out of the bedroom, and through the dim halls. Some lights have been left on, showing where Jax had walked through the house himself. I peek my head into his office, and as always my eyes take in his vast collection of art as I scan the room. Two of my pieces now hang on the walls as well, much to my embarrassment. Jax asked if he could have them, telling me they reminded him of me, but I never thought he’d display them somewhere he’d see every day. The two paintings are polar opposites, and I can see why they remind him of me; one is saturated with vibrant hues, reminding me of a sunrise, of something full of life and joy. The other is dark, grays and blacks covering the canvas, with bits of red and deep blue woven throughout. Jax told me it shows the two sides of me, the light and the dark, the happiness and sorrow I’ve experienced in my life.

I turn to leave the room, Jax obviously not in here, but something silver catches my eye: a tiny USB sticking out from the side of his computer. I walk towards it, keeping my blanket held tight around me as curiosity keeps my feet moving one in front of the other. I know I’m prying, know that I shouldn’t be snooping around his office, but I also know this USB wasn’t here before we went to bed, and I’m wondering if this is the reason he got woken up in the middle of the night.

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