gloriously naked body off me. "Just say the words. There's no moment that it’s too late."
Jesus. Christ. "Never gonna happen."
Honest fucking truth.
Jacob kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips. Lifting my lower body, I rubbed against him, needing to feel everything. His cock was so hard as it slid over the wetness already pooling, and as the tip slipped that first inch inside I groaned loudly at how good it felt.
"At any point," he reminded me, and even though his voice sounded strained as he fought for control, I could tell he meant every word.
"Not. Going. To. Happen."
That was the last of the talking, as he slid inside in one single movement, burying himself deep, our bodies finally joined. He allowed me a few seconds to adjust—despite the orgasm, I was still a little tight. Then he started to move. Long, sure strokes, pulling all the way out and then slamming back inside. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that I felt every fucking impressive inch of him.
His eyes were practically burning as they met mine, the shade of green one I'd never seen before. It almost looked like the gold of his dragon was threading through them.
Our lips met, this kiss holding a desperation and need as he moved faster with those long, deep strokes, sliding fully out and then slamming back inside each time.
"Yes," I murmured, a sob choking the words. "This is how I always imagined it. This is perfect."
"You’re perfect," he groaned.
More sobs, but they were happy tears as the energy that swirled in my center started to rise. Jacob was watching me closely, but he knew through our bond that I wasn’t upset. I was overwhelmed, and in love, and happy. His next kiss was gentle, his strokes slowing as he changed his angle to one that slide right along my g-spot.
"Gods," I groaned, dragging the words out.
Jacob’s lips brushed across my cheek and down the side of my lips, his tongue tracing away any tears that fell; all the while his mouth burned a path across my skin. When he reached my throat, I arched up into him, the pleasure spiraling out of control, as the scream I'd held back earlier ripped from me.
It had been a slow build, and the end result was an orgasm that felt like an explosion; everything went bright and hazy. I lost control of myself, my body writhing and bucking against Jacob's.
When his mouth found my nipple, I arched, and he took advantage, sliding one of his arms under my back to pull me up and onto him. As easy as that, we’d changed positions—I was now on top.
"Ruby," he groaned as I seated myself deeper than ever, my body moving because I desperately needed to assuage the ache forming again.
He kissed me, his tongue sliding between my lips as his hands gripped my hips, moving me against him. The kiss deepened, until I couldn't breathe and had to pull back.
"You're so beautiful," he said, hooded eyes devouring me.
"I love you," I moaned, needing to tell him.
Jacob stilled under me, his eyes as dark as coal. His reply wasn't in English. It sounded a lot like a song, as he said the same words over and over again.
I didn't know what it meant, but I cried, because the emotion was enough to understand.
A fissuring of energy along my spine sent a trill of panic through me, until that fissure turned into the fire of my soul cementing to Jacob’s.
Ruby.
His voice was in my head, and my tears turned into ugly sobs.
I stopped moving, even though I was desperate for the next orgasm I’d been chasing. Jacob stilled again, and it was in that moment I realized that he'd truly meant he would stop at any point I needed him to.
I will never leave you.
In my head again.
I’d expected that it would feel invasive once I shared my mind with another—I was a private person, but it wasn’t like that at all. I actually felt complete for the first time in my life.
"You feel like home."
Follow this path in your mind.
It was easier than I expected.
You feel like home, Jacob Compass.
He kissed me hard, both of us lost to the moment, and as he pulled away he peppered kisses over every inch of my skin he could reach.
I laughed, and as the intense emotions from our bonding faded slightly, I remembered that I was atop one impressive man, and he was still rock hard inside