Page 77 of His to Burn
But there was nothing Icoulddo.
That reality burned in my chest.
I wouldn’t let it stand. Because it wasn’t true.
I could do fuck all about what the world had become.
Couldn’t make her happy.
But I could keep her alive.
Iwouldkeep her alive.
And maybe, just for a few fleeting moments, I could make her feel good.
I pulled her shirt and bra over her head at once. Before they hit the floor, I had my mouth on her throat and my hands anchored on her tits, roughly kneading her flesh until she whimpered.
I broke the kiss and kept my mouth against her cheek as I spoke.
“Say you need me,” I breathed into her skin. “Say it.”
This was supposed to be about her, but some dark part of me needed her words like I needed air.
“You know I do,” she whispered low, her voice trembling with something that felt muchtoo much like shame.
“That’s not good enough.” I pinched her nipple hard enough to make her cry out.
She sighed, and then she broke. “I need you, Jack. I need you so bad.”
She was talking about this, these few desperate moments when we could forget, but it was enough. I gave her a vicious kiss, all tongue and teeth, as I shoved my hand between her legs.
Didn’t bother with finesse. Just pushed her pants down her shapely hips and slid a finger under the thin cotton covering her sex.
“Jesus, Asia,” I groaned when I felt how wet she was. “All this for me?”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered.
I tweaked her nipple again. “Not good enough.”
She let out a pouty sigh.
I tweaked her nipple again, and this time soothed the sting with my tongue.
“It’s for you, Jackson,” she said.
I licked her nipple again. “Good girl.”
“Jack, please,” she moaned, as I fumbled with my pants.
I wanted to slam into her, but forced myselfto go slow, draw it out, making her lose her mind.
She gripped my shoulders tight, and when I was fully seated, she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I dropped my head against her shoulder and held her. “Fuck,” I whispered, forcing myself to be still.
Determined to take it slow.
And I did, rocking into her in a soft rhythm that had her panting.
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