Page 18 of Jagged Burn
“Yes!”
“Good.”His hips pull back and he thrusts into me pulling an actual scream from me this time.“I promised myself I wouldn’t come before you.”
“Stefan!”I yell as he hits a spot inside me, I didn’t even know existed.“Oh, my God.”
“Look at me,” he demands, and I open my eyes.
He is fierce, focused, and gorgeous.He fucks me with powerful, leisurely strokes and I can’t look away.His gaze burns with all the emotions he is feeling but is too terrified to speak out loud.
“I’m not wearing a condom,” he mutters, pulling out of me.
“Don’t you dare!”I pull him back to me using my feet against his ass.“We aren’t nearly done yet.”
“I just need to...”
“You need to finish fucking me.”
“You could get pregnant.”He keeps trying to be reasonable and logical.
“Good.”
He stares at me in disbelief, and I use the distraction to my advantage.I push him over and the moment he is flat on his back, I straddle him and impale myself on his big cock.
“Fuck!”we cry out in unison.
“Anna—”
“No, Grey.”I cut him off.“When I said I loved you I meant it.That means me living here, riding this monster cock every day, taking your name, and having your babies.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, spearing me from underneath.“You’ll be the death of me.”
“You’ll die smiling.”
He laughs flipping us back over.His hips piston into my pussy, fucking me brutally now.His thumb finds my clit, strumming it like a damn musical instrument and forcing my orgasm to crest.His hips lose their rhythm before he stills, the cords in his neck taught, his scar pulling at the edges, as his cock kicks deep inside me and fills me with his seed.
“Stefan,” I gasp, nails clawing down his back.“Oh, God...”
He groans, forehead pressed to mine.“I’ve dreamed of this.You have no idea.”
The world blurs around me and the only thing left is us, jagged edges fitting together, burning bright enough to drown the past.We collapse in a tangled heap, slick with sweat, and our hearts racing erratically.His scarred cheek rests against my chest, and for once he doesn’t hide from me.
I thread my fingers through his hair, whispering into the quiet.“Told you, I’m yours.”
His arms tighten around me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.“Always.”
And I believe him.For the first time in years, I believe in something good.
