Page 65 of Revere
“Your turn.” His gaze moves between my legs, and I realize they’re still spread from where he was kneeling between them.
There’s no hiding how I feel when a wet pool of excitement soaks through them. My fingers shake as I reach for the waistband and slowly strip them off. Next, I lose my bra; his jaw tightens.
“Fucking beautiful.” Jacob drops a knee to the bed, forcing mine wider.
And before I can ask what he’s doing, his mouth lands between my legs.
“Fuck.” I fall back onto the bed, raking my fingers into my hair.
It tugs my tight braid, probably making a mess, but I don’t care.
Jacob’s tongue writes a story over my clit, and I’m swimming. Swirling.
Climbing.
“Eyes on me, Patience.” Jacob’s green eyes meet mine.
He doesn’t so much as blink as he drags his tongue over my pussy. Kissing me tenderly. The scruff on his jaw scratches the inside of my thighs in the best way. Rough at the edges, but smooth where I need him.
Jacob kisses me like a man obsessed, watching my every reaction and matching his movements to what he must sense feels good. Because it does—feelgood. Exquisite. I’ve never felt anything like this.
There is no pain. Only pleasure.
No fear. Except how hard I’m falling.
But there’s no stopping it. A steady climb quickly turns into a sharp drop. A plane plummeting from the sky. Wind in my hair. Heartbeat in my ears. I’m free for the first time.
My hands fly to Jacob’s dark hair as I shatter. He seals his tongue to my clit, not relenting as I ride through every wave. My body shakes, and I hold him there, chasing my pleasure unapologetically. Just like he wants me to.
When I finally catch my breath, Jacob lifts, climbing over me. His mouth finds mine, and I taste myself on him. The tongue that was just between my legs drags over mine, and I can barely hear through the white noise.
I’m floating in this haze until Jacob presses his cock at my core and thrusts forward. It’s so sudden, so sharp, I tear open. My legs lock, and it stings so badly that tears spring to my eyes.
“Patience.”
I don’t realize Jacob has stopped moving until he says my name. I didn’t even realize my eyes were shut until I peel them open and find him hovering over me. Except, he’s not looking into my eyes; he’s looking down at the blood coating his cock when he slowly pulls it halfway out.
“Fuck.” His eyes snap to mine. “You were a virgin?”
My lips press tight as I nod once.
“You should have told me.” I can’t tell if it’s anger or disappointment, but he still hasn’t pulled out.
“Would it have stopped you?”
I shouldn’t dread his answer, but I do. I’ve told him enough secrets, and I couldn’t bear the thought of revealing one more. Ithought maybe I could get through this without him finding out about it. But as always, my body gave me away.
“Would it have stopped me?” He cups my jaw, and he must read the worry in my expression because he leans in to kiss me on the lips. “No. That wouldn’t have stopped anything. And that’s the problem.”
“How?” A tear rolls down my cheek, and he wipes it away.
It’s not pain anymore. If anything, these sensations are turning into something else with every rock of his hips.
Jacob sinks deep, stealing my breath as he rolls until I’m the one on top. He brushes his lips over mine, guiding my hips as he gently rocks them.
“Because now I can’t let you go.” He moves my hips again, this time, reaching somewhere that doesn’t just feel good—it’s euphoria. “You gave yourself to me because you’re such a good girl for me, baby. Now I want to do the same. Sit back and let me see you take me. Paint my cock in your virgin blood while you make me come.”
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