Page 151 of His Addiction
“God…yes…” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut, hips grinding into him. He could sense the ache building inside her, the desperation.
“It’ll be worth the wait,” he growled, his fingers squeezing a little tighter on herneck.
Her breath came faster, her chest heaving as she tried to hold it together.
Driving in and out, he studied her every whimper, noticing the way her body clenched, and her muscles quivered as if she couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s it…” His voice dropped to a growl. “You’ve waited long enough. Now—come for me. Let go. Give it to me.”
The command was like a switch flipping. Her body bucked beneath him, a series of gasps and moans slipping past her lips as she gave herself over.
And as she did, he kept going, his thrusts relentless, deep, and hard.
Her body trembled beneath him, pleasure wracking through her as she cried out his name, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Jamie dipped lower, brushing his nose against her tear-streaked cheek as she shook, voice low and raspy. “Okay, love?”
Her pretty eyes fluttered, unfocused, her mouth parted with a soft whimper. “Yes…”
He gave a dark, satisfied grunt. “Good…because I’m not done with you.”
He shifted, adjusting his grip on her hips, and drove into her with a renewed force that pulled another cry from her throat.
Over and over, he pounded into her, until her thighs locked, and she shattered all over again beneath him.
“Fuck, Shannon…” he growled, jaw tight, sweat glistening on his skin as his release tore through him like wildfire, hot and consuming.
He stayed buried deep, every muscle locked as he emptied himself, heart slamming against his ribs.
As his muscles braced from the rush of a release, he forced her gaze to connect with his.
“Look at me,” he rasped. “I want you to see who fucks you…who makes you feel this good.”
Her lashes fluttered, the desire still burning in them and Jamie witnessed the way she surrendered, and her walls crumbled.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you give yourself over to me,” he panted.
“Jamie…” she whispered, her voice fragile. “I don’t want you to break my heart.”
The words hit him hard. He saw the fear in her eyes, the weight of her emotions. And for a moment, something in him twisted.
He cupped her chin, holding her face before him. “I’m not gonna break it, love, because I’m protecting it. Okay?”
She opened her mouth to argue, but he didn’t let her.
“And I’m going to destroy that fucker,” he said, his words a low, vicious promise. “Niall Ross will regret the second he thought breathing near you was fucking acceptable.”
Her face drained of colour, her hands shaking as they reached for him. “But Jamie…it’s too dangerous. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”
Jamie’s lips curled into a cold, lethal smile. “He doesn’t know what I’m capable of.”
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Shannon
Shannon sipped her coffee, staring out at the mist creeping from the dense woods behind Jamie’s mansion.
The view was breathtaking, adding a touch of calm to her scattered thoughts.
