Page 53 of Purgatory (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #1)

He looks into my eyes and I see the truth to his words.

I see his patience, his acceptance, his indisputable need to have all of me, but most of all, I see the passion and love in his eyes.

If I told him no, he’d undoubtedly understand and accept my choice.

But I don’t want to tell him no. I want his passion, his love, because that’s what I want to give him.

We’ve waited long enough. I reach up to cup his face with my hands.

“Jax, I’m not a fragile piece of glass. Today was rough, but I can take it. Please, I want this. I want you . All of you. ”

He nods. “Then you’ll get all of me.”

He lifts himself up to remove his boxer briefs and in a second he’s back on me where he belongs.

I feel his heavy cock on my lower belly.

It jerks as he lowers his face to kiss me again.

Our tongues clash and teeth crash as our combined passion collides and my eyes shut of their own volition.

Unlike how we must look on the outside, inside it’s like the calm before the storm.

The anticipation of being lifted into a hurricane of turbulent lust and desire and the coming weightlessness of euphoria.

He moves his hand down to grab his cock and line himself up to my aching core. He stills and I feel his nose rub against mine in a gentle and affectionate caress.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see you when you take me.”

I open my eyes finding his chocolate depths staring straight into my soul. “There you are...” he says just as he drives his entire length into me.

We both let out simultaneous moans. I feel so full, and my pussy is pulsing, begging him to move, but he stays put to allow me time to adjust to his size.

He takes his time, kissing just behind my ear and down my neck, reaching my pulse points and all the other spots there that make me shiver with delight.

When he reaches my clavicle, he starts to move.

I can feel him smile and groan against my skin at the sound I make, reacting to his strong thrusts.

“Keep making sounds like those and I won’t be able to hold myself back. I’m trying to be gentle here.”

“I don’t want gentle. I want the wildness that I saw in your eyes. Give it to me...Please.”

With that, he lets go. His reservations, his concerns, everything.

I see the animal in him rise back into his eyes as his thrusts turn urgent.

His hands reach around my shoulders and use them as an anchor point to make his thrusts punishing.

But I relish the ache. I know I’ll happily feel the delicious reminder of our union for days to come.

He growls at the fact that my torso is still covered by the borrowed shirt before practically ripping it in half as he rids my breasts of their unlawful confinement.

His slick tongue licking a path from one breast to the other, swirling patterns around my stiff nipples.

Tentatively, he bites one, noting my reaction.

The pleasure/pain of it makes me arch my back, pushing my breasts further toward him, a silent plea for more.

He returns my eagerness with a feral growl and another bite, creating a trail of crescent marks leading up to where my shoulder meets my neck, all the while heightening my arousal until I'm peering over the edge to oblivion .

“Holy shit, Jax, don’t stop!”

“I've got you, baby. Let go, I’ll fall with you.”

He reaches between us, his hand finding my clit, and begins rubbing expertly.

I can’t hold on any longer. My impending orgasm makes my body go rigid and it’s at that point he opens his mouth wide and bites on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, growling into the flesh and rutting into me even harder than before.

I let out a cry that can probably be heard from a mile away.

I don’t care. I’m no longer here. I’m floating somewhere above my body, looking at him as his thrusts become staggered and he lets out a roar, coming inside me.

We’re both covered in sweat as my soul returns to my body. I open my eyes to see him above me, covering my face, my neck, my chest and hands in small, gentle kisses. The complete opposite to how he just was. He notices my eyes opening and softly caresses my cheek with his fingers.

“There you are baby. You ok?”

I nod my response. “More than ok.”

The smile he gives is enough to brighten even the rainiest of days. I can’t wait to see more of that smile in the time to come. However much time that may be. With his arms around me, he rotates us so that I’m nestled into his chest and we settle against one another.

As I lie there, stroking the hair on his chest, I can’t help but wonder what’s to come in our future.

Just a few months ago, I didn’t think I’d have anything even remotely close to what I have in this moment.

I was a wandering soul, no real purpose apart to what I needed to survive.

Now, it looks like I no longer need to just survive.

I can finally live. With Jax, Hawk and Cole, the possibilities are endless and it’s like the apocalypse hasn’t even happened.

It’s a peaceful feeling. That thought as well as the steady thrum of Jax’s heartbeat under my cheek lulls me into a deeper sleep than I’ve had in a while.