Page 15 of Hell's Storm

I woke up after no dreaming and squished between two large hellhounds. It takes me a second to realize Jigsaw is behind me,holdingmy waist. My hands travel, and I notice he’s touching my bare skin andnotburning me. Before, we would have to use lube or a barrier, so he doesn’t burn me.

I shift slowly, turning to face the toxic hellhound. Some type of protector he is. He barely moves to wake up.

My eyes look up at him. For the first time in a long time, Jigsaw looks comfortable. Even when we slept together that first night, he was sure to keep his distance and not touch either of us. Now he seems so relaxed. He’s shirtless, showing off the various poison-themed tattoos covering most of his arms. My finger travels up his left arm, over the snake that wraps around his arm to his bicep, and the skull on his broad, muscular shoulder. I trace his collarbone, right along the flowers, before moving down his chest.

Jigsaw shudders, and when I look up, I see his lime green eyes looking down at me. We stare for a moment, waiting for either of us to pull away or to make a move.

I run my finger further down his chest, tracing the indents of his muscles.

He moves his hands, running them under my shirt, fingers brushing my flat stomach. “Fuck,” he breaths out. “I’ve never—”

I reach up, fisting his shoulder-length hair. He looks taken aback by this, eyes widening. I press myself flush against him before capturing his lips.

He tastes sour, yet I never pull back.

He tries to, but I don’t let him.

Jigsaw’s touch isn’t hurting me.

Finally, he realizes that before he gives in. He presses his lips into mine roughly, grabbing my hips. Lust swirls deep inside of me, and by the way a growl is vibrating in his throat, I can tell he smells it.

He pulls back, kissing my jaw before going to my neck.

“Look who wants me,” I tease.

He growls between kisses. “Don’t do this right now. I’ve never been able to touch a girl like this.”

I stiffen.He’s… He wasn’t a virgin, I knew that. We’ve had sex once… that night… but I never knew he never touched someone like this. Bare. The moment he touches someone, they burn, leaving him having to cover himself up a lot.

His hands travel my body feverishly and push me onto my back. My head hits the pillow, and I close my eyes, enjoying the soft kisses that caress my skin. He kneels between my legs, still licking and sucking the soft spots on my neck. Then he presses his bare thigh against my core, drawing a moan.

My hips involuntarily thrust against his skin, and the way my clit rubs against his muscles has me panting. I stop myself from going any further, but my legs are shaking and tightening around his leg with need.

“Go ahead, baby,” he whispers against my skin. Part of me wants to decline his offer to grind against his leg, but I can’t. I’ve been dying for Jigsaw to be able to touch me bare like this, but the need outweighs the embarrassment. With that, I began grinding against his muscular thigh, feeling it hit all the right places on my clit. “Good girl,” he mutters.

I roll my eyes, fisting his hair and bringing his lips to my mouth. Crashing our lips together, we kiss like it’s our last breath. The room grows hotter as my hands rip at his shoulders while he burns through my clothing, letting them fall off my body. My hips move fast, trying to satisfy that ache in my body. Each time I moan into his mouth, he presses his thigh into me more until I’m grabbing at his hair. With each thrust of my hips, I leave a trail of my slick arousal, coating his thigh with my need.

“I’m close,” I whine, wrapping my leg around his calf.

Jigsaw fists my hair and pulls back. “Come for me.”

The sensation hits me as I move my hips deeper into him. Moans leave my mouth, but my eyes never leave his. Euphoria washes over me as I finally shatter on him, throwing my head back into the pillow and crying out.

Hades better have thick walls.

He kisses my lips, muffling my moans a bit. “Good girl. Are you ready for me?”

I glance at him, noticing his hard cock pressing right into my stomach.Am I wet enough? Sure as hell felt like it.

He reaches between us and is hesitant. Slowly, he runs his fingers through my lips and touches my wetness.No lube. And it doesn’t burn.

Jigsaw lets out a throaty groan. “I need to feel you,” he says, pulling back and dropping his shorts.

Finally, my head isn’t clouded by too much fog because I remember Hazen. I glance over to see him staring right at me, but he doesn’t seem mad.

“Keep going, baby,” Hazen encourages.

“Are you okay with this?”

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