The Unforgettable Rejection (Book One)

Chapter Seventeen

            At this moment I knew, I fucked up. Jarred begins to glide his hand down my body, sending tiny electrical shocks throughout my entire body. I bite my lower lip in susurration every time he runs his hand down my body, the sensation drives Arctic mad, causing me to thrum. I try to wriggle out of his grasp and push him away with my entire body, but that little sound arouses Jarred enough for him to close the distance between us. When I'm done doing that Jarred growls loudly saying...

"Stop moving, unless you want me to hurt you."

            That comment makes me become completely still, shook at the unexpectancy of his reaction to my action. Looking at him, He smiles wickedly, lighting the fire within my body. The burning sensation is rising, Arctic starts digging, clawing at the inside of my head, trying to get me to let her out, let her take control and revel in the affection. However, my instincts keep her entrapped so I myself can enjoy this moment.

"What if that's what I want?" I huskily murmur.

"So you're the rough kind of woman. Just my type."

"Oh so that's why you kidnapped me? Huh?"

"Nah, it's just an added bonus."

"You dirty a-" He interrupts me, kissing me. His lips slowly slithered from mine and down my neck. Then he begins sucking on the nape of my neck, creating a small mark. He continues leaving multiple hickeys on my neck, I continue to make petit noises, which heightens our sexual tension, making us seem hotter than the water we're drenched in.

            His hands finally land fairly close to my lower body, Jarred then slinks a little to the left, placing his middle finger on my pussy, gently massaging it to create pleasure. Enough so that I became intoxicated, giving into the mate bond fully.

"J-jar-red." I moan. Stopping everything, he looks at me noticing how breathless I am. When he finally decides to let go of my arms, letting them fall to my sides, feeling that I'm slightly weak-legged I throw my arms around his neck and support myself by intertwining my fingers behind his head.

"Yes."

"I'd like to not stand anymore."

"Okay." He says, picking me up, then wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands, murderer's hands, are gripping me forcefully by the hips, exactly where it matters, where some demonic set of nerve receptors that I have, now only been semi-aware of, have been waiting a long time to be found and used.

            I was straddling him, my hair wet and loose. Releasing one of his hands from my hips snaking them between our hips. Jarred then begins by putting his index finger inside of me, causing me to moan, holding back this time. He groans hoarsely at my noise, adding another finger that he languidly inserting them, massaging my clitoris. I opened my mouth without a sound. His fingers borrowed between me, he pushed his fingers all the way in, I moaned. Jarred pulled his fingers out to the first joint. Then he sank them in once more. He worked his fingers in and out of my body.

"P-please d-on't st-op." I murmur.

"You like it that much, huh?"

            With the water still running, the room was becoming steamy. The condensation surrounding us covers every inch of the room, the water on us is dripping, gliding down each of our bodies, landing, splashing all around us. I then place my hands against his chest and I begin to trail my hands down his firm body, my fingers run along his solid chest, feeling every bump and silky crease that has been molded by himself.

            Jarred, he doesn't stop, he proceeds with using his fingers, adding a third finger, giving me immense pleasure. This time I moaned even louder than last time, in making that noise, I began to maneuver my hands around his back and up towards his head, tangling my fingers into his hair, playing with his hair, pulling on his hair gently, forcing his head back. He then groaned in satisfaction, I then leaned in, placing my head in the nape of his neck, releasing his hair from my grasp.