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“Ahhhh!” Arching my back, I ground my ass into his cock, shaking and trembling as pleasure raced through me and I came, shouting my release.
Jackson’s knot locked us together, and heat centered inside of me, his cum trapped in the confines of the condom.
Yanking me to his chest, one of his hands gripped my hair roughly. “Mine!” he growled in my ear, against the skin of my neck, my shoulder. “My omega!”
It was possessive, feral, and I loved it.
“Yours,” I mumbled, just before I passed out.
Chapter Thirteen
Robert
Over the last three days, Jackson had fucked me senseless, and I had loved every single minute of it. Now, as his fingertips and lips softly mapped out every line of my body, this was different. This wasn’t fucking me to appease the fire burning in me as my heat made me out of my head with lust.
This was a gentle exploration of every curve of me. Every nook and cranny, every dip and scar and blemish.
This was making love.
His fingers skimmed over my flesh with the barest of touches, causing goosebumps to rise to the surface. His gaze held mine as he placed a kiss on the softness of my tummy, then slid over my hip. I had stopped trying to cover my jiggly belly with my hands days before and insteadthreaded my fingers in his soft hair as he roamed me at his leisure.
Because when Jackson looked at me, with that look in his eyes, it was magic. Pure magic. He looked at me, touched me, treated me like I was the most exquisite thing he had ever seen.
His ministrations made me feel beautiful and sexy, wanton. Jackson was a sensual hedonist, I had discovered in my haze of heat mingled with moments of lucidity. He loved to touch. To caress. To kiss. Even if it was just his hand resting lightly on some part of me, he was always there. Always anchoring me. Always protecting. Always claiming me as his.
And how I adored it. Ate it up, like a starving man. Maybe I was. What was the term? Touch starved?
I was definitely that and hadn’t even realized it.
Now, as he slid his cock slowly into my body, I clung to him, fingers running over the muscles of his shoulders. Nails digging into the flesh of his back with each thrust. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him to me, closer…closer…until there was not a single tiny millimeter between us. Until I wasn’t sure where he began, and I ended.
My heat had abated in the last hours, the infernal flames of hell no longer licking at my skin, threatening to roast me from the inside out. Still this man had woken me with soft kisses and licks across my skin. Fanning the flames ofmy desire with each swipe of his tongue and touch of his hand.
It was all too much, and I felt silent tears escape the corners of my eyes, as Jackson moved inside of me. Making me arch and gasp in pleasure in his arms, making me feel way too many things at once.
He gently brushed my tears away, softly kissing first one corner of my eye then the other. A kiss across my cheekbone, my forehead, the top of my messy, sweaty head. One hand grasped mine in his tightly, winding our fingers together above my head.
“Shh, don’t cry,” he rasped in my ear, and I thrashed my head on the pillow.
“Too much,” I whimpered, trying to make him see, to understand.
“Not enough,” he groaned, his hips pistoning against mine, his cock stretching me further, as he nailed my prostate dead center. “Never enough.”
His cock swelled, his knot making me gasp for air, and then I shattered in his arms, into a million brilliant pieces.
For a minute, I was whole. I was perfect. We were perfection together.
For that brief minute in time, I had everything I had ever wanted, even though I knew it couldn’t last.
Rolling us gently to the side, his arms and legs kept me close, big spoon to my little. Soft kisses fell across myshoulders, and his fingers traced lazy patterns in the skin of my arm.
“Thank you,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
“For what?” He sounded bewildered by my words.
Waving a limp hand, I gestured to the wrinkled bedding. “This. My heat. Taking care of me.”
Jackson raised his head just enough to peer down at me. “Robert, it has truly been my pleasure.”
