Page 63 of Last Breath (Blood Wine Dynasty #2)

Jett

Pulling Nella off his cock had been akin to the most incomprehensible torture techniques of the Middle Ages. He hadn’t known he had that kind of willpower – although, he supposed, he’d been fighting against the urge to do exactly what he was doing now for about ten years.

But there was nothing left of that old resolve.

Their friendship was trashed on the floor in the forms of a bra, tracksuit pants and the rest of their clothing.

As he slipped his fingers inside her, he couldn’t remember a time when this had just been a fantasy in his mind.

His whole world was in front of him now, her nails digging into his back, her legs straddling him as he kissed her neck, her breasts, her mouth. Nothing else had ever existed.

‘I’ve always wanted you,’ he confessed, ‘always.’

‘You kept that locked up pretty tight.’ She traced the ridges of the scars on his back, kissed the burn on his forearm.

He circled her nipple with his tongue before biting down, gently but enough for her to moan and arch against him. ‘Had to,’ he whispered into her neck. ‘I never let myself think about you like this. It would have destroyed me. It almost did.’

‘You never thought about this?’ Her hand was on his cock again, up and down, the warmth and pressure of her grip was ...

‘Fucking hell, Nella, I’m not a bloody saint. Of course I thought about this.’ He could barely form the words; blood was not interested in his brain. ‘Of course I thought about you. That fucking body ...’

‘Show me,’ she dared, eyes aflame. ‘Let’s see how accurate our imaginations can be.’

‘I’ve got a really fucking good imagination, Nella. But this is already more than even I could dream up.’ He brushed a strand of hair away from those eyes. ‘You’re beautiful, Nella.’

She curled her hand around his fingers, the ones that had been inside her and pushed them against his lips. He tasted her as she watched, amber eyes blinking.

‘Come here.’

They crashed together, two rogue waves, his hand behind her neck as he lowered her down on the bench, her body soft and perfect beneath him.

Spanners and drivers clattered to the ground but the only sound he heard was her breath, her little moan as he pushed into her the first time.

The feel of her around him. The way her breasts moved with every stroke. His name on her lips as she came.