Page 17 of Jagged Burn
Silence stretches, heavy and charged.His eyes search mine, stormy and raw.Then he curses under his breath and crushes his mouth to mine.The kiss is wild and desperate, years of restraint breaking all at once.His hands fist in my hair, dragging me closer.I moan into him, my fingers sliding over the hard planes of his chest, down his sides, gripping him like I’ll drown if I let go.
“Anna,” he groans against my lips, like he’s breaking.“You feel like fire.”
“Then burn with me.”That undoes something in him.
He stands in one fluid motion, lifting me easily, and my legs wrap around his waist like I have been doing it for years.We crash into the bedroom, mouths still locked, teeth clashing, and hands everywhere.He lays me on the bed like I’m made of glass, but I tug him down with me, refusing the distance.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper.“Not with me.”
Something feral flashes in his eyes.His mouth trails down my throat, over the bruises, pressing reverent kisses where Sam’s fists landed.Every touch rewrites the story on my skin, not pain, not shame, only him.
I tug his shirt up, desperate to feel him.When it comes off, my breath hitches.His chest is broad, scarred, and beautiful.He freezes like he’s waiting for disgust.
Instead, I trace the scars with my fingertips, slow and deliberate.“You’re gorgeous.You always have been.”
His groan is half disbelief, half surrender.“You’re insane.”
“Maybe,” I say with a grin.“But I’m yours now.”
That’s it.The last thread of restraint snaps.His mouth claims mine again, hot, and consuming.His hands roam up my thighs, under the hem of his t-shirt which I am wearing again even though I grabbed a few items of clothes while we were in town.When his calloused palm brushes bare skin, I arch into him with a gasp.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasps against my ear.“Please, Anna.Tell me now if you want me to stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”My nails dig into his shoulders.“I’ve been waiting for this, waiting for you, longer than you know.”
The sound he makes is primal, and then he’s tearing the shirt off me, baring me completely.His gaze scorches every inch of me.“Christ, you’re perfect.”
Heat floods my body, but for once it’s not shame.It’s power.It’s being seen, fully, scars, bruises, and all, and knowing he still wants me.
His mouth trails down, worshipping me with lips and tongue and teeth, until I’m trembling, moaning his name like a prayer.His shoulders press my thighs open to make space for him and his lips find my center.
My hands tangle in his hair, holding him in place as my hips rise to meet his ministrations.He licks and kisses leisurely at my most sensitive flesh, pushing my arousal higher by the second.When he slips a thick, scarred finger into me, I detonate.
“Fuck, Annie,” he mutters.“That is sexy as hell.”
“Please,” I beg.“Stefan...”My words taper off.
He stands and drags my ass to the edge of the bed.“Don’t rush me, Annie,” he says softly, his cock prodding at my entrance.“I’ve been dreaming of this for years and I want it to last more than a damn minute.”
“I promise, you can fuck wherever and whenever you want,” I bite back.“But right now I am going to lose it if I don’t feel you inside me.”
He chuckles but pushes forward.Slowly, filling me with his inches and stretching me to the point I feel I can’t take anymore.
“Oh, God,” I moan, my head thrashing on the bed.“I’m so full.”
“I’m almost in...”
“There’s more?”I call out in shock.
His hands touch me everywhere as he stops moving.He fondles my breasts before tweaking my nipples.
“You’re taking my fat cock so well, Annie.”His voice is hoarse.“Just a little bit more.”
“Please,” I beg again.
He thrusts and a silent scream falls from my lips.Never in my life have I felt so full, so stretched by a man, and it’s too much.An orgasm sweeps through me unexpectedly and Stefan growls.
“Did you just come?”
