Page 9 of Jaxon's Pursuit

“With pleasure,” he growls and his tongue dances lightly along my lips. His fingers pull me apart and he grunts. “Such a fucking pretty pussy,” he growls and I can feel a flood of desire hit me. I widen my legs to give him better access.

He laves up and down my slit, deeper and stronger until my hips are rocking and my hands clench in his hair, tugging him closer and closer.

He growls right into my pussy and my walls clench harder. I tense and whimper. The tension climbs higher until I feel like I’m poised on the precipice of something wonderful. Something life-changing. Then his lips pull at my clit and he tugs it lightly between his teeth. The coil wound in my belly flies apart and I shriek loudly as my body tears itself apart and rebuilds itself in a flash of pulsing ecstasy. He keeps lapping until he makes me come apart again. And when he lifts his head, the smile on his face makes my heart stutter. He moves up and kisses me lightly.

My head is full of cotton wool and my body falls limply to his lap. His biceps bulge under his tee as he wraps his arms around me.

“That was so much more than I thought sex could ever be,” I sigh, content to lie in his arms. “But you didn’t get anything.”

He grunts and pulls me tighter into his warm, wide chest. “Uh, yeah. I did. Trust me.”

I lift my head. “What about…?” I nod my head towards his lap.

He grins and adjusts himself. “Don’t you worry about me, darlin’. I’ve never felt better in my life. We don’t need to do anything else to make this the best night of my life.”

I run my hands up his shirt. “Would you lie down with me? I’m so tired.”

“Of course.” He carries me to the room I nod to. He sets me down in the bed and thencurves his warm, hard body around mine. His warmth and deep breathing lulls me almost immediately to sleep.

Chapter Five

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Ruby:

I wake to a dark room. For years I’ve slept with a light on so my thoughts are muddled, wondering what I’m doing in the dark. Then I hear a grunt and a buzzing snore next to me. I shift around to find myself face to face with the most adorable sight. Jaxon curled into me, snoring loudly. So loudly I’m amazed that I’ve slept through the buzzing crescendo.

His bright blue eyes are closed and his dark lashes lie on high cheekbones, tanned skin stretched across the sharp bones. I reach a tentative finger out and caress his dark cheek, marveling at the raspy scruff that outlines his full lips.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful man and it’s kinda amazing that he’s lying here with me. That he wants me. That he says he loves me and wants forever with me.

It’s more than amazing actually. It’s freaking crazy.

Bright blue eyes open and stare into mine, a smile curling his lips. “Morning, darlin’.”

I can feel my own lips tilt in a sassy grin. “Good morning? Do you know how bad you snore? It’s like a buzz saw.”

“I take offense at that. I’ve never snored a day in my life,” he huffs.

I tilt my head and smirk, “Jax, I don’t know if you understand how snoring works. You don’t hear it because you’re asleep. Everybody else’s ears are the ones that suffer an injury from the decibel level.”

At that insult, he leaps up and grabs me, tickling me until I’m helpless with laughter. I look up into his face and still, a warmth coiling through my body from the heat burning in his molten gaze.

His eyes slide down to my lips and I can feel that aching emptiness hitting my core again. I’m desperate for his touch, his taste.

“Jaxon? Please,” I whisper.

He smiles and his lips find mine, sliding, moving, devouring me until I’m panting for breath. He stills and gentles his fury.

I pull away. I reach up and cradle his perfect face in my hands. I shake my head. “Don’t do that, Jaxon. Don’t hold back. I want the fire. I want to burn in a fiery blast of your passion. I want every bit of you. I want your heart, your body, your furiously wonderful soul. I want to feel again. I want to feel your love. Not the watered-down version, the one that wants to break me, rebuild me with your passion.

His eyes are troubled and his forehead creases. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. I’ll scare you,” he whispers and I smile gently.

“You keep telling me I’m stronger than I know. I am. I’m a freaking superwoman. Or am I just a woman who wants a man, who trusts him with her body and her heart?

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “I don’t deserve you, baby.”

“Let’s wait fifty years and see how you feel then?” He chuckles but then his lips tighten and lust burns in his eyes.

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