Page 129 of Shadows of Obsession

"I've been wanting to do this all day," Jax murmured, voice rough as he leaned down, pressing kisses along my collarbone. "Watching you work, seeing you excited about your new business… you have no idea how sexy you are when you're passionate about something."

His mouth traveled lower, hot lips tracing the space between my breasts. I arched into him, fingers threading into his hair. "Jax," I breathed, my need making my voice tremble.

"I love hearing you say my name like that," he murmured against my skin, hands reaching around to unhook my bra with practiced ease. He slid the straps down my arms slowly, eyes never leaving mine as he bared me completely.

The cool air brushed my heated skin, making my nipples tighten until his warm mouth found them, lips sucking gently. Pleasure shot through me, making me gasp and arch off the bed.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, cupping my other breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. "Let me hear you."

My fingers clutched his hair as he lavished attention on my breasts, alternating between soft licks and firmer suction that had me squirming beneath him. Each touch sent waves of heat pooling between my thighs.

"Jax, please," I whimpered, hips lifting involuntarily, seeking friction.

He smiled against my skin, pressing one last kiss to my sternum before moving to the button of my jeans. "Patience," he teased, even as his fingers worked to remove them.

"Says the man who's been undressing me since we got on this bed," I shot back, breathless.

His laugh was low, deep, and thrilling. "Fair point."

In moments, my jeans and panties were gone. He sat back, eyes roaming my naked body with such hunger it felt like a physical caress.

Jaxon rose smoothly, stripping jeans and boxers in one fluid motion. Fully hard, every inch of him—muscle, strength, raw masculinity—made my mouth go dry.

He climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs. The heat of his body pressed against mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a deep, searing kiss. I felthim hard and ready, pressing insistently against my core, and I shifted my hips, hungry for more contact.

"Anna," he groaned against my mouth, his control clearly fraying. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you're sure."

"I'm sure," I assured him, my legs wrapping around his waist. "I want you, Jax. I want this. I want us."

His hand slid between our bodies, fingers finding my slick heat and stroking gently. I gasped at the contact, my hips rolling into his touch as he explored, finding the bundle of nerves that made pleasure spike sharp and bright.

"So wet for me," he murmured appreciatively, his fingers circling, teasing, building the tension higher. "Always so perfect."

When he finally positioned himself at my entrance, we both paused, our eyes locked. This felt significant somehow. Not just sex, but a claiming, a commitment. The physical manifestation of the promises we'd just made.

He breathed deeply, then slowly pushed inside, filling me completely. We both groaned at the sensation. The stretch, the fullness. The perfect fit of our bodies together was overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

"More than okay," I assured him, my hands sliding down to grip his hips, urging him forward. "Perfect."

He began to move then, long, slow strokes that had us both gasping. The rhythm built gradually, our bodies finding perfect synchronization as we moved together. Each thrust sent pleasure cascading through me, building higher and higher.

His mouth found mine again, swallowing my moans as his pace quickened. One of his hands slid between us, fingers circling that sensitive spot in time with his movements.

"Come for me, Anna," he urged, his voice rough and commanding. "Let me feel you."

The combination of his words, his touch, and the deep, filling strokes—it was too much. The tension coiled impossibly tight beforeshattering in waves of pleasure that had me crying out his name, my body clenching around him.

"Fuck," Jaxon groaned, his rhythm faltering as my orgasm triggered his own. He thrust deep once, twice more, before burying himself inside me with a guttural sound, his body shuddering in release.

For long moments afterward, we lay tangled together, hearts racing, breaths mingling, neither of us willing to break the connection. The afternoon sun painted patterns across our sweat-slicked skin, and I'd never felt more content, more complete.

Finally, Jaxon shifted, carefully withdrawing before rolling onto his side and pulling me back against his chest. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close as our bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces designed specifically for each other.

He nuzzled into the crook of my neck, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder, my throat, anywhere he could reach.

"Welcome home," he murmured against my skin, and I could hear the smile in his voice.