Key to His Heart (Sequel)

You Put A Spell On Me

"What did you ask me?" Hope asked, pulse pounding in her ears.

"You heard me, love," Jake growled. He brushed his lips over the scar. She could see from his eyes that he already knew the answer. "Was he caught?" his mouth moved lower, and Hope had trouble thinking.

"N-no, he wasn't found at the Hanson house and he's still at large," she told him in gasps. He was nipping at her inner thigh and watching her as he did so.

"Then I will need to find him and make him pay, won't I? I owe him a lot of penalties for all he has done to us." Jake's hands caressed Hope's legs and he lifted them over his shoulders.

All of his memories had come rushing back when he saw that scar, from Hope's personnel file that she'd secreted to him, to the rescue mission, years in hiding, Hannah's abduction...and finding Hope. The love, desire, and connection he felt to her were incredible, and he finally had the emotions ingrained with the recollections back in his conscious mind. It was exhilarating, but also overwhelming. He found solace in touching his woman. The thrill of having his hands on her rushed through his veins, both inflaming his senses and soothing them.

"Jake, you can't. You're supposed to be dead. You're not Shadow anymore."

He raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps not, but you still resurrected me. First, you must have pulled quite the evacuation stunt, and then you helped me remember who I am. And I have yet to properly thank you, love."

His fingers ran over her center. Some part of Hope's brain registered that she was talking to the old Jake, but it was a task to concentrate when he was igniting her skin with his touch. "You remember...?"

"Yes. And not to worry; I will not pursue Perrault. Being with you is enough to satisfy me for the rest of my life. However, you must also promise to never, ever, turn yourself over again, do you understand?"

"Uh-huh," she replied, her eyes rolling back as he tongued her clitoris.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good," he mumbled. His finger swirled around just inside her entrance, then he pulled it out and licked it. "I need more of this."

Without a preamble, his tongue delved into her pussy. "Jake!" Hope cried, and his hand ran up her abdomen to massage her breast. His other hand went to her clit and thumbed at it. "Unh..." her brain stopped creating words as his tongue pushed in and out.

"So good," Jake said. "I want you to come on my tongue, love." He switched to enter her with two fingers, causing her to cry out. He hummed against her clit and sucked it in hard while also flicking with his tongue.

He moved fingers and mouth in tandem until frenzied screams ripped from her throat. Before she finished climaxing, he grabbed her hips and lifted them up, thrusting into her. "Fuck, love..." Jake moved back and forth, cupping her ass. He decided he need to be closer to her, so he leaned over her on his forearms and kissed her. She threaded her fingers into his hair and wrapped her legs at his waist. He moved slowly. Neither of them wanted to let go of the other.

As he kissed her, she tasted herself in his mouth. His tongue moved lovingly against hers in time with his cock. He ached, wanting to explode, but he also needed to feel her around him for as long as he could hold out. A hand kneaded at Hope's thigh; she tightened her legs at his waist in response, and he groaned as he sank deeper inside of her. He forgot all rational thought and began fucking her with abandon.

Hope was in sensory overload from the lust radiating off of Jake. He was growing feral, and all she could do was hang on as he ravaged her mouth with his own. He started bucking his hips, groaning against her lips while he pummeled her cervix relentlessly. The pleasure-pain mixed with the undeniably delectable friction against her G-spot and clit. Coating all of those feelings was the unfettered joy of knowing that finally, her Jake was whole again, and he was here with her, possessing her in the ways only he ever could. Happy tears pricked her eyes as she mewled, grasping fistfuls of his hair and kissing him with all of her might as he drove every last bit of orgasm from her with his pistoning hips.