Page 59 of The Souls We Claim

Everything in me clenches as he does so.

This time when he withdraws, he uses his finger to gather up some of my wetness. It’s thick and white, and he sucks it off his finger.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says, and I swear it sounds more like a growl than words. The six syllables vibrate through my chest.

He pushes in a little farther this time. I want to open my legs wider, allowing more room, but his knees keep me trapped. And while I want to move, there is also something utterly freeing about not being able to. It’s a contradiction I don’t understand.

“You’re so big,” I gasp, and Jax lowers himself, his whole body covering me. Lips brush my shoulder and neck before he places them next to my ear.

“Why thank you, kitten. I want you to take all of my cock. You think you can do that?”

I glance up at him and nod. “I want to feel every inch of you, Jax.”

He withdraws a little, then pushes in hard. Two steps forward, one step back. As I glance over my shoulder, I can see the effort etched in the lines of his forehead. Fingers dig into the flesh of my hip. The other grips both my wrists above our heads.

The position shouldn’t work. One of us should topple over or be suffocated.

But somehow it works.

Wework.

My eyes almost roll back in my head at how good it feels. I squeeze and grind and tense and try to push back against him until he is buried so deep inside me that I feel like he’s a part of me.

The scent of his shampoo tickles my nose as he messily kisses my lips. I like that I’m pinned beneath him as he coils his ass to thrust into me.

He spares me nothing.

His hard thrusts jar.

My tender nipples ache in a way that makes my core tighten.

“Please, Jax,” I gasp.

“I’m gonna need…another orgasm from you.” His words are punctuated with grunts and gasps. “Tell me how to get you there. How do you…masturbate, Arianne?”

The question catches me off guard. Masturbation isn’t something I’ve ever talked about. I never admitted masturbating to Patrick. It always felt like a slightly shameful and solitary act born of sexual frustration rather than genuine desire.

So, I answer honestly, because this relationship already feels like the complete opposite of the one I had. “I grind.”

Jax lets go of my hip, slides his hand beneath the pillow, and forms a fist. “Find it,” he instructs as he places it between the vee of my legs.

And suddenly it doesn’t even matter if I look desperate or inexperienced. I’m chasing a genuine orgasm with a person I trust not to hurt me. I do as he instructs. I wiggle around, grinding against his fist, his cock still buried inside me.

“There,” I gasp when I finally find the right spot. Where the pressure of his knuckles hits me in the right place. There isdesperation in my voice. I’ve never needed a release as badly as I need this one.

Okay, maybe except for the last one.

I’m already breathless.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Jax says. “You’re gonna deserve this orgasm, kitten. You’re gonna come hard.” I can feel the gasps of air from his breath on my cheek as he buries his head against mine.

We’re both sweating, his body sliding against mine.

Electricity passes between us. Atoms collide. I’m not smart enough to understand how the universe works, but this feels like a miracle.

“Ahh.” My cry is filled with anguish as I chase the orgasm that shimmers just out of reach. I worry for a second that I might be hurting his wrist, but then I think he’d move it if I were.

And I might cry if he did.