Page 178 of The Secrets of Jane: Reborn

Properly dealing with her loss is an ache I’ve come to accept will always linger, and in that, I understand Anya better, understand myfather. I can’t imagine living with Soren for years on end, growing so used to him I forget what life was like before him, only to permanently lose him.

I drop my gaze, wishing Dad was here so I could talk to him about that. Ask him howheis, make sure he’s healing, too. The next time I see him, he’ll have a new weapon for a hand.

Reaching out to touch the rose dagger lying on the surface, I think of those that Soren bloodied in his reclamation of me. I’ve always craved special items of my parents, but never thought I’d ever have myown?—

The door to this room opens, and I flash my gaze up at the mirror, seeing Soren stride in with dirt smeared all over and sweat glistening on his body.

Training.

When he meets my gaze through the reflection, peace rises within me like an ocean filling a cave at high tide, gentle and without rush.

I trust him completely.

His chest rises and falls to a heavy rhythm, as if the adrenaline still courses in his veins. I grin at him. “If I had your powers, what would I read in this very moment?”

He places a hand on either side of me on the table, which slightly shifts with his weight, looking at me through the mirror. “It would be alotto take in, love.”

The smile that man can spread across my face is mytruehealing in all of this. “Tell me you love me,” I say, almost with a littletoomuch sass.

Without skipping a beat, he confidently replies, “I love you, Jane.”

My heart pounds away, heat pooling between my thighs,needingto be close to him. To smell his skin, and feel the warmth of his body. Soren’s physical strength is a comfort I never thought I’d desire, like he’s a literal wall of safety that reminds me as long as he’s here,someonewill come for me.

He raises his hand to thread his fingers at the nape of my neck, pulling my head back to fully expose my skin as he grazeshis lips below my ear, sucking hard. “I can’t tell what’s best—hearingyou say you love me, or the way your heart reaches out to me like I have a permanent invitation.”

“Well, you’re not wrong about that invitation. I think even if I hated you, I’d still miss you.”

I swear the sound that comes out of him is almost like a pleasedpurr, deep and velvety, before positioning me so he can lean over to plant hungry, possessive lips on mine. I just let my heart go, no longer burdened by any debt or obligations.

He pulls me up out of my seat against his massive self. His tongue parts my lips to command my mouth, grazing against mine like it’s his to claim. There’s a depth to every movement, as if we’re both aware of how every moment matters, and that he’s already memorized every curve and scar of my flesh.

At least, I know that’s what I’ve done with him.

His lips demand for mine to bend with him, the movements deeper, clinging to each other.

Gripping his neck, I melt into him as he lifts me, that internal, pleasurable vibration taking over my navel and spreading through like a pulsing heat.Soren plants me on the desk, my back resting on the wall as his hand spreads my legs, his rough touch contrasting against my inner thigh before sliding two fingers inside of me as I’m already slick for him. My legs straddle around his waist, the man rubbing my clit with his thumb in a motion that my body has grown tolove, especially when he arches his fingers inside.

I’m so eager for him to fuck me. I’ve never known a high quite like watching him unleash himself and using my body for his pleasure, or to see his throbbing cock hardbecauseof me.

As I cling to him for balance, his free hand works swiftly to unbuckle his leather belt, sliding it through to almost make apop, dropping it onto the floor with a dull clink. I don’t knowwhy that makes me shudder, but I kiss him even harder as teeth slightly graze.

He darkly grins against my mouth.

Soren’s affection moves as he kisses my jaw and then sucks hard on my neck, to which I whimper as I grip his hair, his thumb working perfectly in rhythm with my rising ecstasy. He unleashes an almost animalistic sound into my skin as my pussy is absolutely ready for him to take me. He just got here, and yet I can’t control my damn self.

My fingers curl against his body, one hand digging into his shoulder as I arch into him, rolling my eyes as he controls the entirety of me,rightbetween my legs.

He groans with longing as he continues to focus solely on me, and I know his determination isn’t going to waver until I’m coming right on his fingers—I moan loudly as my muscles contract around him, panting into his skin.

He pulls his hard cock right out of his pants, using both hands to grip my hips as he grazes my clit with the tip of his erection before he finds my entrance, sliding in with one motion as my pussy slightly stings from the stretch. Soren rides in the wake of my climax, and he nearly rips off the silk robe as he lowers over me, kissing and licking my neck, fucking me hard as this desk hits the wall with a rhythm.

The pain is quickly gone until all that’s left is Soren filling in spaces of me I didn’t even know existed. “So fucking perfect,” he rasps.“You feelperfect.”

I cling to his shoulders. “Yes I do, when you fuck me like this,” I say, my mouth running away from my mind.

His growl is so primal I groan in response, moving my head forward so our foreheads are nearly touching. The man pants as his eyes slightly roll in his head, until his hips crashhardinto me as he comes, remaining there to very carefully rock as he drains everything he has into me.

I’ve grown quite fond of our quick sessions that wet our appetite between the longer, more intense ones.