men had entered my quarters.
And I’d never given in to the Serpent’s tyranny, his glow and show of how horrible of a man he truly was. Then why did Jack’s simple but beautiful gesture affect me so much?
As another moan permeated the air between us, he crowded my space. Both the extreme heat of his body as it sliced against mine and the hardness of his cock were almost overwhelming. Tingling, I tipped my head, taking gasping breaths. “Jack.” My whisper was hoarse, almost inaudible.
But he heard it.
A series of primal growls was his answer.
After a simple tug of my fisted hair, he lowered his head, breathing across my ear. “You’re so damn beautiful, Lindsey. You make me crazy with desire.” He slipped his arms around me, placing his hands on mine as he nuzzled against my neck. I gathered a scent of tequila, for some crazy reason adding to the thirst to taste him burning deep within.
I tried to blink away the tears, to shut down my emotions, but the subtle drag of his tongue through two of the salty beads only allowed several others to trickle down my face.
“Everything will be all right. The monsters will never get to you.”
Monsters. He had no understanding that he was one of them.
Every sizzle of the live wire dancing between us became more intense, the connection creating explosions in my body. “I’m nobody, Jack. Nothing special.”
His chuckle was as dark as the aura surrounding him. “That’s where you’re wrong, lady. You bring out the beast from deep within. You have no idea the filthy things I plan on doing to you.”
There was no question, no stopping his utter dominance even if I wanted to, yet I hated myself for the lust nearly consuming every inch of me. I was disgusted that my body betrayed me with a man so pompous that there was little to like or tolerate.
But I hungered to the point of dizziness.
He brushed the backs of his fingers down my arm as he pressed kisses against my neck. As he dragged his tongue up to my jaw, darting the tip back and forth, my knees almost buckled. I was only vaguely aware that he’d slipped first one dress strap then the other down my arms, easing back long enough to allow gravity to take my dress to the floor.
An audible shudder rushed up from my throat as he rolled his knuckles along my spine. With every touch, I was driven into another plane, unable to rationalize anything that was happening between us.
Jack shifted his hips back and forth, the friction driving me crazy. With every brush of his fingertips, every time his hot breath skipped across my skin, my pussy tightened then released. Stars floated in front of my eyes as he danced his fingers over my shoulders, sliding them oh-so slowly to my breasts. Every action remained gentle, an exploration.
I knew I was holding my breath, the entire experience joyful even though the sadness remained. I wanted this man. I craved his roughness and domination. I hungered for his insolence and attitude. A laugh bubbled to the surface as he pinched my hardened buds between his thumbs and forefingers. The pain was maddening, leaving me lightheaded, my toes curling.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered. He blew across my neck then bit down, forcing another scattered whimper to surface.
“This isn’t… We shouldn’t.” I wasn’t certain I’d even muttered the words.
“Yes, we should.” There was no holding him back. He became more forceful in his actions, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers down my stomach, looping his fingers around the edge of my panties.
I kept my grip on the edge of the counter as he rolled the thin material past my hips. Everything remained foggy, my thoughts drifting to places of sheer pleasure and nothing else. All I could hear was the hard hammering of my heart as he forced me to step out of the underwear. I couldn’t believe I was completely naked in front of him or that it didn’t bother me in the least.
Jack eased his hand over my shoulder, pressing his fingers into my skin and forcing me as close to him as possible. As he wrapped his other hand around my hip, sliding his fingers along my tummy to the soft skin above my pussy, my body tensed.
The second he slipped two fingers into my wetness, I let out a ragged moan. He held me in place as he swirled his fingertips