✓ WICKED VOWS| JAKE (Book II )

62-Don't you dare leave Again

Anastasia's pov

The next thing I knew, words were stuck in my throat. It felt like each word was still hanging in the air, our bodies moving with perfect sync; each thrust pulling me higher, lifting me beyond reality into some universe that seemed almost too surreal to exist. His touch was electric, his hands sliding onto my stomach, pausing on my abdomen, almost predatory. One hand grasped my thigh, insistent and possessive, the other danced over the tender flesh between my legs, reverent and hungry both. 

He stroked, igniting my insides and my mind.

Our eyes met through the mirror—a fatal mistake. Jake's eyes were obsidian, feral; his desire was a palpable force clutching my throat, leaving me breathless. "You know I still have to make sure you're real," he whispered, his voice like silk being shredded by longing. My legs parted on silent invitation, a wordless entreaty for him to devour every inch of me, to claim that aching void that only he knew how to fill.

He broke the kiss, his breathing hot against my skin as his fingers trailed down my hip to delve between my thighs with a tauntingly slow touch. Already the tender skin was slick with arousal, and he only sent fire coursing through my veins as his fingers slid unimpeded, firing every nerve. I threw my hips against his hand, but he stopped, his fingers clamping on my thigh in a spasm of restraint that was just short of fierce. "Make sure I'm real," I breathed, the words a desperate, pleading whisper, raw and aching with need.

Jake's lips crashed against mine, stealing the air from my lungs with ferocity. There was no hesitation, only hunger.

And he took me.

His fingers found the most sensitive part of me, his touch a perfect blend of skill and cruelty to push me over the edge of oblivion. Pleasure slammed into me like a wave, and I choked on my breath as my lashes fluttered at the merciless teasing that dragged sounds from my lips that echoed against his tongue. It coalesced into a gasp as he slid a finger inside me, the pressure sending me onto my tiptoes, only to fall back into the rhythm he set, grinding against his hand in a wild abandon.

When he finally thrust himself inside me, the breath he sucked in was almost like a hiss; the sound was laced with dark, agonized desire. I want to destroy every inch of you," he growled, his voice thick with rage and lust, "for the torment you put me through when you left." I moaned at the darkness in his words, the vicious intent that matched the brutality of his thrusts, each one driving deeper, filling me until I was stretched to my limits.

My body was racked with the weight of impending release, every nerve on fire in its anticipation. Jake hauled me onto the sink, slamming my back against the cold, unyielding wall. His body smothered me, leaning into me with heat that threatened to sear my flesh. Sweat broke out on my forehead, my cheeks flushed with the intensity of our connection, but nothing compared to the fevered madness in his eyes, the promise of a look that would consume me whole.

His lips are molten, searing into me with such ferocity that leaves me breathless, his grip demanding and relentless. By the time he finally pulls back, the world is at a tilt; his pelvis grinds against mine, pulling a soft moan from my lips. His nostrils flare, his gaze devouring me, hands exploring every inch of me as if starved.

Starved for me.

His fingers curl in my hair, pulling my head back, baring my neck to him. I shiver as his fingers graze my skin, my head falling back of its own accord, giving him better access. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you, Anastasia?" he growls, the low timbre of his voice vibrating deep within my chest. You were the first name I spoke when I woke from that coma. Months of my life were gone, the memory of that night erased, and I spent every waking moment trying to piece it back together."