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I smirk, leaning down to press a slow kiss to his chest before hooking my fingers into the waistband and pulling the fabric down. He lifts his hips slightly, helping me. His very hard, very large cock springs free, standing at full attention. My mouth waters, needing a taste of him.

Wrapping my hand around his hard cock, I pull down before coming back up. His sharp inhale and the way his jaw tightens send a thrill through me, and when I look up, his head is tilted back, his eyes shut, and a low groan escapes him.

“Damn,” he mutters, his voice almost guttural as he glances down at me.

The weight of his gaze makes my heart race, but I don’t stop. My touch is steady, slow, and deliberate, savoring every reaction he gives me.

“Bella,” he groans, his hands sliding to my waist as if he’s torn between letting me keep control and taking it back himself.

Leaning down, I trail my tongue around the head of his cock before licking up the drop of precum that has beaded at the tip. His groans of pleasure only fuel my desire and I smirk, enjoying the power I hold over him. With each pass of my lips, I suck him deeper into my mouth, feeling him twitch and pulse against my tongue. Slowly, I take him deeper and deeper until he is nearly halfway inside me. But there's no way I can take all of him, not yet.

Suddenly, Jax's hand tightens on the back of my neck and I look up at him. What I see takes me by surprise. This isn't the same man who casually invited me to hang out at his place. This man is intense and focused, and there's a fire burning in his eyes that sends shivers down my spine.

He rolls me onto my back and hungrily kisses me, his hands gripping my thong and tearing it off in one swift motion. The sudden bite of pain mixed with the raw passion of his actions makes me gasp, but I can't deny how turned on I am. He just ripped my panties right off of me and I'm left completely exposed to him

Desire and longing consume me, my body aching for his touch. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He presses the tip of his cock against my wet pussy, the anticipation building with each passing second.

He gazes down at me with such intensity that I can feel his desire radiating from him. "Bella, look at me," he demands. Our eyes meet and I know without words what he wants from me. "If we do this, you belong to me. Do you understand?"

I nod eagerly, desperate for him to claim me as his own. The gravity of his words doesn't fully register in my mind, all I can think about is how good he’ll feel when he’s inside me. Then he thrusts into me, filling every inch of my being. The slight ache mixed with the overwhelming pleasure of being completely connected to him makes my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. Though I've been with others before, it has never felt like this – never this intense, never this perfect.

With one of my legs hooked around his ass, I thrust up to meet him. He thrusts in and out of me, slow at first but builds up speed. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut as I moan. When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me and the intensity is too much. The realness of this moment is one I’ve never felt before. I’m laid bare for this man, not just physically, but he is staring into my soul, giving me his in return. Something shifts, whatever this started out as is now something completely different. I’m his. “Jax,” I moan desperately.

“I know, baby. God, I know.” He wraps a hand around the back of my neck, his thumb gently stroking the front. Leaningdown, pressing all of his weight into me he kisses me deeply. God, does he kiss me.

Jax's thrusts become more intense, and I can feel the pleasure building inside of me. My body hums with desire and my mind is consumed with thoughts of this man, his touch, his kiss, his everything. With each thrust, he hits a spot inside of me that sends electricity coursing through my veins.

My hands grip onto him tightly as I let out moans and cries of pleasure. Jax's movements become faster and more erratic, both of us driven to the edge by the intensity of our connection. I can't help but think that this is where I belong – in this moment, with him.

Jax's lips find mine again and we share a passionate kiss as our bodies move in perfect sync. It's like we were made for each other – two puzzle pieces finally fitting together after years of searching.

As the pressure builds between us, Jax lets out a low growl and buries himself deep inside of me one last time before we both reach our climax. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as the world falls away, leaving only us in this moment.

We lay there panting and sweating, our bodies still tightly entwined as we come down from our high. Jax rolls off of me but pulls me close to his side, wrapping an arm around me protectively.

"I don't want to leave," I say softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

"You don't have to," Jax responds immediately.

And just like that, all my worries disappear as Jax pulls me closer and kisses my forehead. Whatever this is, I know that I want to see where it goes. And with Jax by my side, the unknown doesn't seem so daunting anymore.

As the night deepens around us, the city outside the window hums with energy, but here in Jax's arms, there's a tranquilpeace that seems to defy the chaos of the world beyond these four walls. I snuggle closer to him, inhaling the intoxicating mix of sweat and cologne that clings to his skin.

His fingers trail up and down my spine in a gentle rhythm, soothing any lingering tension in my body. It's as if his touch is erasing every bad memory, every harsh word, every disappointment I've ever experienced. With Jax, it feels like for once, life isn't about bracing for the next storm—it's about enjoying the quiet after it's passed.

In a whisper that feels like it holds the weight of a confession, I find myself voicing thoughts I can’t contain any longer. "Jax, I'm scared," I admit. "Scared this will end and we'll go back to being strangers."

His grip tightens around me, a silent promise in his hold. "I don't think we can ever be strangers again," he murmurs against my hair. "This—us—it’s changed me. And I get it, I’m scared too. But right now," he pauses, pulling back slightly so he can gaze down into my eyes with an intensity that takes my breath away, "right now, all I want to focus on is you and me.”

THIRTEEN

JAX

The early morninglight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bed. Bella’s tucked against my side, her head resting on my chest, her steady breathing the kind of peace that makes me never want to leave this spot.

But duty calls.

I press a kiss to her forehead before shifting slightly, careful not to wake her as I reach for my phone to check the time. It’s almost time for church, and I can’t miss it—especially not with the way things have been shifting in the club lately.

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