Page 27 of Midnight Torment

“Jordan,” I moaned, unable to stop myself from thrashing under him. “I need to touch you.”

He pulled back and slammed into me again so hard I moaned.

“Please,” I muttered, my fingers grasping the silk of his tie, and my hips canting up to meet his next thrust.

He glared at me, burying himself at his deepest point and pushing his body into mine as he tried to untie the elaborate knot on the tie. He cursed, reaching under his pillow for the dagger he kept there.

“You owe me a new tie, I liked that one.”

As soon as my hands were free, I wrapped my arms around him, clasping his ass and holding him deep in me. My teeth skimmed his shoulder. My reaction inflamed Jordan, his hips slamming into mine.

“Harder,” I demanded against his shoulder, my teeth sinking in. I moved my lips up his neck in a series of kisses until I reached his ear. “I want to still feel you tomorrow.”

My nails trailed up his back, marking him as mine, all mine. This was the difference from being his sub to being his partner. I could mark him, touch him, demand what I craved.

“On your knees.”

I felt empty without him when I rolled onto my tummy and crawled onto my knees. The sheets were soggy from my sweat and the moisture escaping me. I grabbed the rails and held on as his cock sought my heated core.

His thrust forced me up the bed and pushed that plug deeper into my ass. At this angle he felt bigger, his thrusts even deeper, his body folding over mine to imprison me. One of his hands wrapped around my throat and my head rested back on his shoulder.

Every piece of my pelvis was alive with sensation, my flesh too sensitive as he plundered into me over and over again. I closed my eyes and let myself go since I knew I was safe with Jordan. His grunts echoed my moans and we created our own melody.

“Jay,” I begged.

His hand at my throat tightened until he lifted me onto my knees, his cock lodged in me. “You are mine, Megan. No more talk of leaving, no more packing bags. You handed yourself over to me and now you belong only to me. Now and forever, little butterfly.”

The piece of my heart that wanted protection screamed to deny it, but the rest of me had loved this complicated man for too long.

“I’ve always belonged to you, Jordan.”

“No more assholes in the darkness of Midnight, no more faceless lovers. The only cock that gets inside you is mine.” His tone was low and husky, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

I swallowed and his fingers stroked my throat to let me know he felt it. “I never wanted anyone else, Jay. I would have happily stayed in our room forever. Every night I visited the Midnight Rooms, I prayed that you would be there. I never dared to go to the Twilight Rooms in case I saw you there with another woman.” I closed my eyes against the pain. “All I ever wanted was you.”

A tear escaped, followed by another.

“Your wish is granted. I’ll cut the throat of any man who looks at you twice.” His threat should terrify me, but it had the opposite effect.

Jordan released me to push me forward, my fingers trying to grasp the sheet as he pounded into me, his hand on the back of my neck holding me in position. I exploded into a cacophony of sensations since he had stopped for a few seconds and my body had relaxed.

His hips pistoned against me, leaving me breathless and my ass tingling from his spanking and the plug that stimulated me. I pursed my lips together and rode the train to orgasmville. That delicious pressure slowly expanded in my stomach like a volcano readying itself to erupt. The molten lava of passion licked through me, tantalising me in this ancient dance of desire.

The first tendrils of my orgasm crept out, making the muscles in my thighs tighten. It expanded into my abdomen and buttocks. I swore only Jordan was thrusting into me and forcing that plug in with every movement of his hips, the pressure inside me would propel it across the room like a bullet.

My fingers clasped into fists and my shoulders lowered into the bed, my thighs widening in preparation for his cock to fill me even more as he thickened. His other hand slipped from my waist to that bundle of nerves between my legs and I was lost. That movement was akin to pulling the trigger on a gun because I exploded, my body stiffening and shaking as my orgasm tore through me, leaving me breathless.

He spurted his heat into me, even as my legs gave way.

We collapsed together in a mass of limbs, our breathing erratic, and my pulse pounding in my ears.

As I stared sightlessly out of the window at the blue sky and fluffy white clouds outside, my mind wandered to my question before I had my temper tantrum.

“What are the boxes for outside?” I asked.

He kissed my shoulder and his arm snaked around my waist. “They’re houses for that squirrel of yours. He makes you happy even though he drives me nuts. All I wanted was to see you smile.”

A faint smile curved my lips at the thought of him hanging boxes for Simon to live in. My hand found his that rested on my stomach. “I think they’re beautiful.”

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