Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
The pleasure was instantaneous—a full-body shockwave that ripped a moan from my throat, so raw, so desperate, it bordered on a scream.
Jagger wasn’t unaffected. His whole body jerked as he let out a strangled shout.
“Fucking hell, baby.” His forehead pressed against mine, his breath ragged. “Are you okay?”
I nodded quickly, not trusting my voice, and rolled my hips experimentally. Immediately pleasure exploded through me.
I moaned, my back arching off the bed. “I need you to move.”
Jagger lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine, searching. Whatever he saw there must have reassured him, because he pulled back slowly, almost teasingly, before sinking back in just as slow. We both groaned as he bottomed out again, my walls clenching around him. Still holding my gaze, I lifted my leg, curling it around his ribs, opening myself even further for him.
That was all the invitation he needed. His rhythm picked up, the slow, controlled thrusts turning deeper, harder. The room filled with the sound of panting breaths, moans, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. The air was thick with heat, with need, with the sheer intensity of what we were doing.
I felt his gaze shift downward, and I followed, watching where our bodies met, watching as he slid in and out of me, slick and glistening. A flicker of awareness registered in the back of my mind that he’d put on a condom at some point. I hadn’t even noticed. I was too far gone, too consumed by the way he was filling me, stretching me, driving me toward something blinding.
A tight coil formed deep inside me, my muscles starting to flutter around him as the buildup grew stronger.
Jagger felt it.
“You gonna come on me, baby?” His voice was a low growl, rough and full of promise.
I whimpered in response, unable to form words. Grinding my hips against him, I dragged my clit over the ridges of his abdomen, searching for the friction I needed.
Jagger was a step ahead of me.
“Here,” he whispered, lowering one hand between us. His thumb found my clit, circling it with slow, calculated strokes, just light enough to drive me insane.
It wasn’t enough, and he knew it.
His lips brushed against my ear. “Tell me you’re mine,” he murmured, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “Say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I was too far gone to argue, too desperate. At that moment, I would have given him anything. My pride. My dignity. A goddamn kidney if he’d asked.
I nodded frantically, but that wasn’t good enough for him.
“Say it,” he demanded, stilling inside me, refusing to move.
I swore I was going to murder this man. I was trained in multiple ways to kill. My skills in hand-to-hand combat were unmatched. And if this beautiful bastard didn’t start moving again, I’d make sure he found out exactly how skilled I was.
But looking up at him, at the raw hunger in his eyes, the smug curve of his lips, I acknowledged the brutal truth. I needed him alive to get what I wanted.
So, I played dirty.
I clenched around him, tightening my walls until his jaw locked and his whole body trembled above me. His restraint was cracking.
I smiled. Leaning up just slightly, I let the words fall from my lips, a whisper full of sin.
“I’m yours.”
The second the words left my mouth, Jagger snapped, his control completely shattered.
With a raw growl, he slammed into me hard, the force of it knocking the air from my lungs. My head tipped back, a scream ripping from my throat as the pleasure exploded. And I let it consume me.
“Fucking right you are,” he growled, his voice dark and full of possession as he drove into me, over and over, each thrust harder, deeper, sending me spiraling closer to the edge.
My body was already primed, raw from the way he’d pushed me past my limits before, but this—this was something else entirely. I was already close when his fingers found my clit, pinching just enough to send a shockwave through me. That was all it took.
The orgasm hit me like a supernova, stealing every breath from my lungs. My muscles locked tight, my body shaking, my vision blurring. My core clenched around him so hard that I could barely comprehend the sensation. It wasn’t just pleasure, it was something more, something primal, something that shattered every single preconceived notion I had about sex.
I barely registered Jagger’s groan above me, the deep rumble of his pleasure vibrating against my skin, but I felt him—felt the way he tensed, his control snapping as he lost himself inside me.
I didn’t know how long it lasted, but when it finally ebbed, I was left limp and spent beneath him, my fingers still clutching the comforter in a death grip. My muscles ached, and my body tingled in the aftermath. What the hell had just happened?