build.
A round of images from Azi barreled through my mind. Its view of things, its frenzied desires and raw lust mingled with my own, goading me to thrust harder. Faster. I grabbed Sam’s hands and pinned them above her head, giving in to the demon’s need for dominance. To the very basic, primal urge to control.
Sam cursed, and her eyes squeezed closed as she bucked against the bed. Her fingers knotted in the comforter and pulled at the material. A soft tearing sound filling the air. I thrust harder. Faster. I was possessed by the moment, lost in the euphoric electricity that was building inside me. I felt the tide rise inside her, and the pulsating wave of her total release coaxed my own right along with it. I rode the sensation, the feel of it like a meteor exploding inside me, detonating, splitting me in half. I clenched my jaw tight against it and let the wave roll over me. It washed away everything in its path. The doubt and fear and concern. In that moment, there was nothing but Sam. There was nothing but complete satisfaction and utter contentment.
Chapter Twenty
Sam
“That was…” I shuddered, still trying to get my breathing under control. Jax had settled and tucked me under his arm. “Yeah. I don’t know that the English language has a word for what that was.”
He laughed, a deep, dark sound that sent a cascade of tingles through me. “Careful, Sammy. You’ll inflate my ego.”
I snuggled closer and threw my arm around his waist. “What? You mean more than it already is? Is that even possible? I mean, the building has to have some kind of weight restriction.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Are you sure I didn’t—things got a little out of control. Azi’s still in here and—”
I pushed myself up, rested against my elbow, and kissed his cheek. The warmth beneath my lips was a thing from heaven. “I love me some out of control.” I settled back down beside him, totally content. “We kind of got, um, preoccupied, but tell me what happened. How were you able to take back control?”
He sat up and pinned me with a smoldering grin. “No-can-do.”
“Why?” Alarm bells sounded, and I made a move to sit up, but he stopped me.
“Because…” He traced the line of my jaw down to my collarbone. “I’m still feeling preoccupied.”
…
Jax had taken his time and explored every inch of me in an attempt to cure his preoccupation. Eventually he found the cure, and holy crap was it a doozy. His idea of a remedy involved him covering my mouth, afraid my impassioned screams would alert management to our private little party. He’d been quite pleased with himself when he finished—as he should have been. The guy was amazing, and the things he could do with his hands? With his mouth? Some things should be illegal, or at the very least, registered as a form of physical warfare.
By the time he’d finished with me, I wasn’t sure I could walk, much less form a coherent sentence. We’d cleaned up and begrudgingly slipped into our clothes before curling back up on the bed and drifting off.
Now I was lingering in that place you go, somewhere between actually opening your eyes, and drifting deeper into dreamland. It felt much warmer in the room than it had before—and that was saying something. Almost like someone had turned on the heat and the blower was aimed right at my face.
I shifted—or, at least, tried. My arm wouldn’t budge. Jax must have rolled over in his sleep and pinned it to the bed. That, or he’d done it on purpose to keep me from escaping. Since my doing that was about as unlikely as rainbow shitting monkeys, I’d have to wake him up. I’d lost all feeling in the limb.
Without opening my eyes, I poked him. His chest, an arm? I wasn’t sure, but it was warm flesh—warm, human controlled flesh—and the thought sent a ripple of happiness through me. “Jax?”
“Mmmm,” he grumbled.
“Come on.” I poked him again. “We should get going.”
The bed jostled and I cringed. He’d gotten up. That meant I had to get up. Logically I knew we had to go, but I was so damn comfortable.
“I’m starving,” I said, opening my eyes. “We should stop—” The second my vision came into focus, it became impossible to move air in and out of my lungs. In fact, all bodily functions ceased. My muscles tightened, and every inch of