Page 94 of Burn for Me

“First, when we return, I will take my punishment like a champ–I’ll run my drills, accept any privileges taken from me, and prove that this is who I am and where I want to be.” Her free hand drops to my chest, her feather-light touch grazing over my skin, making the muscles in my abdomen tense as she glides her fingers lower.

“Then, I’m going to climb the ranks and carve out a place for myself on base—not just remain a shadow.”

I can help with that. Raising my hand, I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, grinning. Of course, I wouldn’t tell her if I played a part in getting her a higher rank. I know she thinks she needs to prove something, but I believe it’s more about her proving something to herself. With her performance on this mission, her subtle hidden talents, and her progress during her service, it won’t be hard to help Cas’ conclude that she deserves this.

Even if that doesn't work, I know Sharkie has her back. They're like the female version of me and Caspian. My focus drops to her fingers dipping into the elastic of my joggers, and I lift my hips as she lowers them, letting me spring free with a hiss.

“I’m going to become one of the important members. I’ll be bossing soldiers around, making decisions to help the team, and be a calling card when the world needs it.”

“I can’t wait to watch you every step of the way,” I murmur, leaning forward to try to catch her bottom lip between mine again, but she pulls back.

“I can see us having a lot of early mornings together, waking up by your side and kissing your chest before the wake-up call.”

Just as quickly as my growl builds in the back of my throat from her denial, it fades. I’ve never been so captivated by an idea. Most women dream of houses and babies, but her goals and dreams align with mine: to take it one day at a time. I suppose it helps that she already has the ring.

“What about nights?” I hum as I slip my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and she shifts to help me take them off. I’d wince at the pressure her palm puts on my chest, but I’ve always enjoyed the pain.

“Depends,” she murmurs, glancing over her shoulder as if suddenly worried about someone walking in. My hand darts to her jaw, pulling her attention back to mine. I’ve never been good at the gentle approach—taking it slow and steady—but if that’swhat she’s planning right now, then shewillhave all her focus on me.

“There’s no ‘depends’ about it.” I groan as she lowers, slotting my cock between her warm folds.

“You’ll spend your time looking at the stars.” I pull her closer and intertwine her fingers with mine, guiding her hand back to my dog tags. I've always loved it when she played with them.

“Whether it’s the stars in the sky or the ones I make you see…” My cocky laugh quickly turns into a groan as she rocks her hips, her cunt already dripping and slicking my dick, making a delicious friction.

“You think you make me see stars?” She teases and slips forward a little more, making my tip catch her cunt.

Placing a gentle kiss on my lips, she abruptly sits up, raising her weight so I can't feel her pussy begging for me anymore and wrapping my tags into her fist, “I already told you, you’re not God, so stop acting like him.”

"Jasmine," I warn, but she just shakes her head, laughing in a way that sets all my nerve endings on fire. I fucking love that sound. I drop my hands to her hips, trying to pull her weight back down, but the flex of my muscles strains the IVs against the pressure.

“If you were God, you'd live in heaven, and I don't belong there.” She whispers, sending a shiver up my spine as she slips her hand between us, gripping my cock at the base to guide me against her waiting hole.

“But I do belong with you, so sin with me.” She gasps as I stretch her cunt with my tip.

“Be my Reaper, not my God.” She murmurs and rocks slowly, enveloping me in her tight heat. For once, that damn callsign doesn't make my jaw clench but instead makes it slacken.

A horn bellows, and it's almost as if Jasmine's body sways, but it doesn't seem to distract her from the easing lift she makes. Arumble vibrates my chest as she tucks her lip beneath her teeth and slams back down, taking me as far in as she can with a slight furrow in her brows.

“Fuckin’ hell, you're a greedy little thing.” I groan, and she huffs dramatically, rolling her hips in a tight circle. She's gorgeous like this, features flushed down to her chest. Tits swaying and bouncing as she finds a steady rhythm, holding onto me likeI'mthe one drivingherinsane.

In an attempt to touch more than the same pieces of skin I've already memorized, my hands raise to cup her breast, but the tubes and needles linked to my flesh have my arms falling to her thighs instead. I growl, throwing my head back in frustration. It's like dealing with restraints and the thought nearly has me softening. Those are something we’ll likely never use.

“I am.” she agrees, but her response is so delayed that I'm half tempted to ignore it, as my hazy brain can't keep up. I'm pulled back from my thoughts by her hand bracing beside my head while her other hand tugs at my chains, forcing me to focus on her face, now so close to mine.

It's as if she sensed me slipping like she always does. My lip is pulled between her teeth, and she drags her clit against my pelvis, making her whimper vibrate my skin. Her breath falls heavily with mine as she releases it.

“Can you give me the control just for a little bit?”

As badly as I want to keep the control of bouncing her on my cock I also know I’m limited. Something warms in my chest, knowing she’d ask, though. That she’d take into consideration the way my head works.

“Take my cock. Use it. Own it. Do whatever the fuck you want. ”

The chain of my tags bites into my neck as she tightens her grip. Her lashes flutter, but my nails bite into her skin, forcing her attention on mine and making her hips slow.

“On one condition.” I hold her steady as I speak. She gasps and wiggles like she can’t stand the thought of staying still. My teeth nearly grind at the hold she has around my dick as if already trying to milk me dry when I know it’s likely from being too full.

“Turn around. I want to watch you use my cock like your own personal toy.”

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