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“I want you so bad,” he breathed.

I felt the intensity grow as he pulled out and then slowly pushed himself back in. He was so huge. Stretching me. Sending the most insane ripples of pleasure up my spine.

“You intoxicate me. I'm obsessed with you,” he breathed as he slowly pushed himself higher into me.

“Jackson,” I gasped, as I felt him swell and surge bigger inside of me. I needed him to move. Faster, like his fingers, when they moved inside of me at such a breathtaking pace.

I dug my feet into the bed and pushed up my hips, causing him to sink even further into me. My fingers clawed down his back. Something dark and dangerous awakened in me. I needed more. I pushed my hips up and down in a frantic, uncoordinated jerk.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned and then he was moving. I cried out, feeling the strength of him as he thrust again and again up into me. I felt him grab my arms and pin them above my head. His face was above me, and his breath was harsh.

My greed was insatiable. I could not get enough. The ache in me built to a fevered pitch, and I was frantic with need. I could not get enough of him as he impaled me, plundered me, filled me and fucked me. My heart was racing. My vision was going white. I couldn’t catch my breath. I was bucking up against him, and my voice was crying out every time he thrust into me. I could feel my orgasm building sohard, so fast and then a thin scream ripped out of me, as my entire body convulsed and writhed. I felt myself clench around him like a vice grip and then he was driving me up the bed, with magnificent savage mad thrusts, and I was floating and arching and still crying out, and then he shouted and with a final devastating crush buried himself deep into me.

CHAPTER 34

He was stillhard and inside of me. We both worked to breath. Jackson lifted his head and looked down at me. He brushed the hair off my face and studied me.

“Are you okay?”

I stared up at him. My heart filled with so many things. Love, desire, joy, happiness. I was more than okay. I was deliriously happy. I lifted my hands and pushed them through his thick hair. “Yes.”

His green eyes scrutinized me. “You sure?”

“Can we do that again?”

A smile grew across his face, his straight white teeth flashed. “I might need a minute.”

I watched him wince slightly and then he pulled out of me. He rolled off me, dropping onto his back beside me. My entire body was a mass of tingling sensations. My core throbbed. My legs trembled. Every part of my body felt alive.

I could not believe that I had just done that. I had just lost my virginity. My granny had always said that sex was special, and I should save it for the right person, but she had failed to mention that it would be the most intense, most incredible experience of my life.

“What are you thinking?” his voice cut through my thoughts.

I turned my head to meet his green eyes. My lips parted at the sheer beauty of this man. I had saved myself for someone special. Jackson was the most special person I knew, and I had no regrets that I had given myself to him.

“I think my granny would have loved you,” I said, blushing when I realized that he probably didn’t want to talk about my granny only moments after having sex.

He rolled over on his side and brought his hand up to my face, using the tips of his fingers to brush some hair off my face. “Oh yeah? Why do you think that?”

I chewed on my bottom lip. “You're a very strong person. I mean, you're mentally tough. So was my granny. When my parents died, she was as devastated as I was, but she just gathered me up and took care of me. I was a real mess, but she was strong.”

His fingertips traced down to my collarbone. “You were 16?”

“15.”

“You were just a kid.”

Our eyes met. I swallowed. “I wasn’t very strong. I was a complete mess after that.”

“Emily,” he said softly. “You survived something terrible. It takes a really strong person to survive something like that.”

“She used to tell me the same thing.”

“You miss her.”

“Every day.”

“Do you have any other family?”

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