Burn Into Me (Into Me Series Book Two)

Chapter Seven - I Will Follow You

Jackson's POV

Against my better judgment, I press my body to hers and close the space between our lips. Her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers tangling themselves up in the hair at the nape of my neck. She pulls me closer to her but it's still not fucking close enough.

Her addicting taste overtakes me as our tongues slide into each other's mouths. A sweet little moan escapes from my beautiful wife, making me fucking weak. All I want to hear are her moans as she soaks our sheets and rips apart my back. I want to hear my name tumbling off of her lips as she arches her back, pushing her hips as close to mine as she can, taking me as deep as she can.

Fuck, I want her.

But I'm also worried as fuck about her. She only does full album play-throughs like that when she's really fucking struggling. And the fact that it was Fall Out Boy... I don't think I've ever seen her this low.

Which, yeah, I know she's been having a really rough time lately, but she won't fucking talk to me. She thinks I don't hear her crying at night, that when I pull her into me when she thinks I'm already asleep that I can't hear every ragged gasp and feel every shake of her ribcage. Does she not understand that when she does this she makes me feel like a failure? Where am I fucking this up? What am I doing wrong? Why can't I just make her as happy as she makes me?

But this isn't about me. This is about her. So I need to get the fuck over it and uphold my damn wedding vows. But again, that's fucking difficult when she won't talk to me.

"Jackson," she breathes against my lips, her hands running up my back to pull me closer.

I take her bottom lip between my teeth as my hands search for any part of her body to grope. She whimpers as I press my teeth down onto her lip just slightly, a small speck of blood filling my mouth with its metallic taste. I release her lip and sit her up, ripping her fucking bra off and pitching it to god knows where. She takes my shirt off before I take her breasts in my hands, muttering "fuck" under my breath as I admire their heavy weight in my hands. She's an "H" cup and I love every single fucking ounce of them.

I push her back down onto the bed as I take one nipple into my mouth while my fingers work at the other. She gasps, her body squirming under mine. She grinds her hips against my hard dick that is still trapped in my sweatpants, just the simple pressure of her body against me driving me fucking insane.

"Jackson!" she pleas. "Fuck, Daddy, fuck!"

I release the suction in my mouth, smirking at the hickey I left on her skin. Her green eyes are blown, her skin flushed, her lips swollen. I could fucking devour her. I kiss the bottom of her sternum, the salty taste of her sweat spreading across my lips. She trembles beneath me, her hands gripping onto whatever they can reach. I press my tongue to her skin, dragging it up until I'm on the part of her neck that makes her go fucking insane. She is so sensitive today, my actions that usually only just give her a little pleasure practically pushing her to orgasm.

She is the most selfless, giving, caring, compassionate, intelligent, fearless, ambitious, loyal, kind, stubborn, patient, hardworking, did I mention stubborn-as-hell, woman I have ever met. She treats the world with such kindness even though it has beaten her till she was bloody and bruised more times than you can count. No one in this world deserves happiness and peace more than she does. I just want to grab her demons by the fucking throat and hurt them as bad as they hurt her. I want to hurt Borh and her dad and Caroline and every person that ever made her feel small or insignificant or made her hate herself. I just want to help her feel happy.

She's drowning in front of me and I'm just trying to pull her out of the water.

She groans against me, holding my head tight to her skin. She takes my free hand in hers, shoving it down to her pussy. I take the hint and slide my hand down the front of her spandex shorts, burying my fingers in her soaking-wet folds. I'll do anything for her. "Fuck!" I rasp, my lips against her neck, feeling just how fucking turned on she is by me. I circle her clit and apply some pressure, her back arching off of the bed as she cries out in pleasure.