All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,71
out of me and I’m not sure I have any feeling left in my legs.
When he finally climbs up my body again, he’s good enough to wipe his face on my sheets before he kisses me, a roguish grin on his face that steals my breath out of my chest. He’s fucking breathtaking like this and, though I always knew he was an attractive man, it wasn’t until this moment that it hit me right in the chest.
Then he pushes up like he’s going to get up and leave me.
“Where are you going?” I murmur, keeping my voice low so it doesn’t break. I feel so exposed lying here and if he walks away right now, I’m done with men. I’ll be a celibate old witch and buy a dozen cats to keep me company, just to really keep to the stereotype.
Ash would love it.
He sees the little frown and kisses me. “Condom. Unless you have some under your pillow? How prepared were you for tonight? I’m starting to feel like you planned everything out.”
His teasing tone is a little inappropriate because that’s exactly what I did. I planned the entire night out and even if it is going far better than I imagined it’s still running to the general script.
“I’m on birth control, I have been for years, and I already have your health records. I’m also very impressed that you went and got tested for me.”
He blinks at me for a second and then shakes his head. “Of course you do, Queenie.”
I smirk and open my mouth to snark back at him but he hooks his arms around my legs and drags me further down my bed, away from the pillows and so I’m completely trapped underneath him. I feel freaking tiny when he cages me with his arms, his chest close to double the width of mine and when he covers me completely, I feel a deep sense of safety there.
He came for me when he didn’t have to. He wanted to die for me, not once has he blamed me for any of the choices I’ve been forced to make and every step of the way he’s trusted me to make the right moves against our enemies. He’s protected me without locking me in a tower and throwing away the key.
He wants me for more than my money or my connections. He wants me, I’m sure of it.
I don’t wait for him to kiss me. I grab his face with both of my hands and I kiss him the way he always does, as if my life is ending and he’s all I need to die with. My hips lift from the bed without me even thinking about it, desperate for the weight of him and empty without him.
He grunts and leans on one hand to use the other to slip two fingers into me, groaning as I clench around them.
I mumble against his lips, “Fuck me.”
It’s a relief to only feel a good stretch as he fills me, no pain or guilt or anything, only the delicious full feeling and when he groans and nips at the skin on my neck like he’s holding back I hook my legs around his waist to pull him in deeper until his hips are flush with mine.
He holds still for a second and my eyes narrow up at him until he huffs out a breath at me and says, “Lemme enjoy it this time, you’re too fucking tight and I need a second so I don’t ruin it.”
I scoff at him and he grins at me, kissing me again. When he finally starts to move, his hips are relentless, pushing and grinding into me slowly at first but then it’s like he loses himself in the feeling. Then he really does pound into me until I feel like I can’t breathe in all of the best ways.
My body writhes under his, it’s impossible to stay still, and when his hand slips between our bodies to circle over my clit I shatter, my eyes rolling back into my head as I come apart at the seams and clamp down around him like I never want to let him go.
He grunts and bites my lip as he comes, gentle enough that he doesn’t break the skin but I feel the sting of it anyway.
He pulls out of me but when he collapses onto the bed beside me he tucks me in close to his chest, completely disregarding the mess I’m