Page 43 of The Secrets of Jane: Reborn

I smile into her pussy, breathing her in. “One day, we’ll make love without any barriers, beautiful. Until then, it’s not my fault this is the best way to get you to confess things.”

I suck harder, pumping more. This impending orgasm is stronger than earlier, her body more desperate. Her hand clings to my arm, her other on her stomach. Her thighs stiffen, some of Jane’s breathing hitching as she tries to fall into that rhythm that will bring her to climax. I risk it when I suck as long as possible,rightbefore pulling my fingers out and backing off her, so not even the brush of my breath can stimulate her.

“Oh, youasshole,” she groans, looking down at me. “Keep going. We can talk later.”

“I want to know who was in that room.” I look at her with a gaze that has worked very well on her so far, doing everything I can to drive home that this is not something I take lightly.

“You know,” she leans up on her elbows. “If this is how you interrogate, I can see why they always send you.” Then her eyes flare, and I grin as I feel what she’s thinking before she adds, “If you touch another woman for an interrogation, even slightly, I’ll–”

“Send me her head before cutting off my cock. I’m aware, darling.”

Her tightened expression loosens into almost a laugh, and there’s even an emotion that takes her by surprise, as if she finds that confusingly endearing. My gaze falls down her body, staring for a moment at the black skull tattoo on her chest, to her pussy that makes me groan just looking at it.

I slowly slide two fingers back in, imagining it’s my cock that’s already hardening again before glaring back up at her. “Who was it, Jane? Youwilltell me that, at the very least.”

“Why?” she pants with upturned brows. “I can’t say it.”

Oh, that pisses me off. And her expression flashes with surprise as she no doubt realizes that was the wrong thing to tell me. “If you want to hide things from your lover, then I’m the wrong one. Not when your safety is concerned.”

I graze her clit with my thumb, pulling gently upward with my two fingers to massage the spot that makes her completely fall apart, her arms nearly giving out at the sudden rush of pleasure.

She lays flat once more into the fur. “Cypress,” she quietly confesses. “She came to visit me.”

My growl lacks any sensuality.

Nonetheless, I lean down and kiss herrightwhere all nerves come to life. “Good girl, Jane.”

My cock remains rock hard even if I’m pissed, and I swear I can fucking come one more time. Shit, I don’t even care about coming, I just want to be buried inside of her. To further make the point that sheshouldopen up to me, and that I can make her feel safe, to dig it deep into her mind that I’m someone she can fall apart to, and I know being wrapped against my body is where she feels that the most.

I’ll deal with the Cypress shit later.

I gently lick her clit as my fingers work, her bodyfloodingwith ecstasy as I’m sensing she’s nearly throbbing. It’s such a high that my dick is perfectly ready to go again, and Iwill, once she comes for me. Her muscles clench my fingers, trying to grab ahold of that pleasure that I might take away again. Jane arches her back as she holds her breath. I can’t get enough of watching her face as it contorts with impatience, until it all washes overher, a loud moan escaping her, her pussy pulsating on my fingers.

I smile.

She squirms as I gently continue, and I find it so fucking sexy when she does. I back off when I can’t take it anymore and wipe my face with my hand, only to position myself over her, spreading her legs and shoving my cock into her perfect warmth as my eyes roll, my hands digging into her thighs.

She moans deeply.

I look down and watch as her pussy stretches to fit me, our flesh interlocking. I slowly rock my hips as I lift my gaze to stare into her eyes, her hair spread all over the pillow, her cheeks flushed.

I lean over and kiss her, slowly fucking her as our bodies intertwine, one of my arms bracing me so I don’t crush her. I enjoy pushing as deep as she’ll take me, kissing her gently as our noses brush against each other. Jane wraps her arms around me, one hand settling on the back of my neck. I’m not sure how much time passes until I’m spilling into her, coming with our mouths pressed against each other.

Those romantic words that she craves settle so easily on my tongue, but not yet. It’s not the right time.

Our hearts speak through the physical, not with what spills from our lips.

As we lie there, our beating hearts slow as we enter this peaceful aftermath that has grown more special to me than I expected. She looks like she’s about to say something.

Our gazes connect, so close that I can see the tiniest variations of colors in her irises, streaks of green mingling with the bronze.

“Whenever this is all done,” she says, her fingers gently scratching the nape of my scalp. “I’ll do everything I can to findyour sister. I promise that.” My eyes widen. “And I won’t leave her until she’s safe.”

My brows furrow, those words striking at such a vulnerable part of me I’m completely unprepared to handle it.

I’ve become so skilled at many things, butthisisn’t one of them. So, instead, I search her heart for what she wants to hear, and it’s effortless for me to reply, “Then you have all of me.”

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