Chapter 148 - 0148: Get On Your Knees (r18+)

Chapter 148: Chapter 0148: Get On Your Knees (r18+)

Jaxx’s Point Of View

"I won’t stop you."

The words hung in the air between us, heavy, final, a challenge and a surrender all at once. They tasted strange on my tongue, this concession I never thought I’d make.

I had spent years building walls around myself brick by brick, and here I was, dismantling one with a single sentence, for her.

I watched her... Elena Sinclair, the woman who had burrowed so deep under my skin I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began, standing there, wide-eyed, her bare chest rising and falling in quick, erratic hitches. For three agonizing seconds, she didn’t move.

She just stared at me, her cheeks flushed a dark, feverish pink, her lips swollen and glistening from my tongue, her heart pounding so hard against her ribs I could literally see the pulse hammering in her throat.

I memorized the sight of her like that, half-lit and trembling, because some part of me feared it might be the last time I’d get to see her this way. The silence between us stretched taut, thrumming with everything neither of us dared to say aloud.

My chest tightened. A heavy, bitter sigh clawed its way out of my throat, rough and resigned. I began to turn away, my body moving on instinct to give her the exit I’d promised.

As much as my blood roared for her... as much as every dark, possessive urge in my gut screamed at me to slam her back down on that mahogany desk, pry her knees apart, and sink myself into her slick heat, I wasn’t a fucking monster.

I would never take what wasn’t freely given. I would never build a fire using a woman who didn’t want to burn with me.

Whatever else I was, whatever else I’d done in this life, I refused to add that particular sin to the list. I had already collected enough sins to damn ten men; I wouldn’t let her be one of them.

"There’s a shirt hanging by the doorway," I said, my voice gruffer than I intended, scraping like rusted iron against the quiet of the room. "You can wear that, and..."

I stopped.

The words died in my throat because she moved.

One sudden, desperate step forward. Then another. Before I could process the shift, her bare chest slammed directly against my front, her skin scorching hot against mine, her small hands shooting up to clutch the collar of my unbuttoned shirt.

Her breath rushed over the sensitive skin of my neck... a wet, gasping exhale, and then her lips pressed flush against my pulse point.

My whole body went rigid with the shock of her, with the sheer disbelief that she’d chosen this, chosen me, when I’d handed her every excuse to walk away. For one suspended heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe entirely.

Soft at first. A hesitant, trembling kiss. And then... fuck.

She bit me.

Her sharp teeth sank into the junction where my neck met my shoulder, hard enough to sting, hard enough to leave a deep red mark, hard enough to make my entire spine lock up in shock.

Every muscle in my body coiled tight, my breath catching in my chest as my control frayed down to a microscopic thread.

A guttural groan tore out of my throat as her warm tongue swiped over the sting, soothing it before her lips sealed tight around the skin and she began to suck... hard, greedy, possessive.

I hadn’t expected this hunger from her, this fierce, claiming edge, and it undid something in me I’d kept locked away for years. It was as though she’d been waiting just as long as I had, hoarding this need in silence.

"Fuck, Elena..." I rasped, my hands acting on pure instinct, slamming onto her bare waist. My heavy fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, squeezing until I knew it would leave dark, purplish bruises tomorrow, before sliding down to grip the full curves of her ass, hauling her up and flush against me.

She didn’t pull back. If anything, she sucked harder, her short fingernails raking down the bare skin of my chest, her body writhing against mine like she was trying to crawl straight under my skin and fuse with me.

There was nothing hesitant about her now, nothing of the woman who’d stood frozen moments ago.

She’d crossed some invisible threshold, and there was no calling her back. Whatever restraint she’d clung to before had dissolved completely, leaving only this raw, unguarded version of her that I suspected few people ever got to see.

"Trying to put your mark on me, Princess?" I growled, my voice thick, raw, completely unrecognizable. My cock was pure iron behind my heavy denim, straining, throbbing, aching so intensely it felt like it was going to tear right through the fabric.

"Yes," she choked out against my neck, her voice broken and fierce, her mouth sliding up to my jaw. "Yes, damn you. I want you to carry me on your skin. I want everyone to know."

Her small, trembling hands fumbled blindly with the rest of my shirt buttons, tugging and ripping at the fabric until it fell open completely.

She dragged her palms over my bare chest, mapping the broad lines of my ribs, my abs, her touch searing into me like liquid fire.

Each pass of her fingers felt like a small claim staked, a territory marked, and I let her have it because some starving part of me had waited a lifetime for someone to want me like this. I hadn’t realized how much I’d craved being wanted, truly wanted, until she was the one doing the wanting.

"I want you, Jaxx," she whispered, her voice cracking with a raw, desperate vulnerability that shattered whatever resolve I had left. "God, I want you so much it hurts. More than anything. More than breathing."

A dark, primal growl rumbled deep in my chest, pure satisfaction vibrating through my ribcage. "Good girl."

The praise hit her like a physical blow. Her entire frame shuddered, her inner thighs trembling violently against my jeans as if those two simple words were enough to push her over the edge.

I loved it. I fucking craved the way she unraveled for me, the way her body betrayed every secret her pride tried to keep.

There was something almost sacred in watching her come undone this way, stripped of the careful composure she wore like armor everywhere else.

She wore that armor so well most days that I sometimes forgot it was armor at all, and not simply who she was.

"But..." I smirked, dark and dangerous, pulling back just an inch so I could look down into her blown-out, heat-dazed pupils. "If you’re going to mark me, Bambina, you’re going to have to do it right. You’ll have to suck on something a whole lot bigger and better."

I gripped her hips, guiding her down until her hands landed on my thighs.

"Get on your knees."

A soft, shattered whimper tore from her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. Slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked onto mine, she sank down onto the hard floor in front of me.

The sight of her there, waiting and wanting, nearly brought me to my own knees beside her. I had imagined this moment more times than I cared to admit, and none of those imaginings came close to the reality unfolding in front of me.

Her fingers trembled violently as they reached for my belt buckle. She was clumsy, hesitant, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she unhooked the leather.

The slow, metallic click of the buckle and the heavy scrape of the zipper pulling down echoed obscenely through the silent room.

I stood over her, my hands resting lightly on her bare shoulders, watching every stuttered breath, every nervous flick of her tongue over her swollen bottom lip.

I wanted to remember every second of this, to carve it into my memory alongside every other moment she’d given me since this madness began. Some distant, quieter part of me marveled that she trusted me enough to kneel like this at all.

When I reached inside my briefs and released my cock, letting it spring free, her breath hitched sharply. Her eyes widened, dark and completely dilated, staring at the sheer size and weight of me like she’d never seen a man before.

The thick, purple head was already slick with a heavy bead of pre-cum, throbbing in time with my racing heart.

"What?" I murmured, my voice a low, dark purr. "Surprised?"

I reached down, wrapping my thick, calloused fingers around the base of my shaft, giving myself one long, slow, agonizing stroke.

Her gaze tracked the movement, her lips parting slightly, her bare chest heaving as the cool air hit her skin.

"Why act like you haven’t seen it in your dreams, Princess?" I taunted softly, taking my thumb and smearing the clear, sticky moisture over the swollen tip before holding my thumb out toward her face. "Mind if I refresh your memory?"

She shook her head frantically, her fingers curling tight into the denim at my knees, her voice barely a whisper. "It... it looks so much bigger like this. Up close."

A dark smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. "That just means I’m going to stretch that tight, sweet little cunt of yours until you forget how to walk. But first..."

She licked her lower lip again, her tongue darting out to taste the air, and my grip on my cock tightened so hard my knuckles turned white.

My free hand snapped out, my thumb and fingers clamping firmly around her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look straight into the dark storm of my eyes.

"You might want to stop doing that with your tongue, Elena," I warned, my voice dropping into a rough, dangerous growl. "Unless you’re offering that pretty mouth up to be fucked."

A deep, gorgeous flush spread across her cheeks, staining her neck and chest pink, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned her head forward, her hot breath fanning directly over the sensitive tip of my cock.

Her lips parted, and she deliberately dragged her wet tongue up the side of my shaft... slow, wet, and incredibly teasing, tasting the salty drop at the tip before looking up at me through her lashes.

My control snapped. My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached.

"I’m asking you one last time," I growled, my patience hanging by a microscopic thread, my thumb pressing firm against her chin to keep her anchored. "Are you absolute-fucking-certain? Because once I put this inside your mouth... once I take a full taste of you, there is no going back. I am claiming every single inch of you, Elena. Forever."

She didn’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second.

She nodded against my hand, her dark eyes fierce, raw, and completely filled with an undeniable, intoxicating desire.

Whatever fear or doubt had held her captive minutes before had burned away entirely, leaving only this... raw want, stripped bare of pretense.

It struck me then how far she’d come from the guarded woman I first met, and how much of that transformation had happened right here, in this room, with me.

"Please, Jaxx," she whimpered, her hands moving to wrap around the back of my calves, pulling herself closer to my heat. "Please... let me suck you. Let me take you."

A heavy, primal groan rumbled deep in my chest, the last of my restraint shattering into dust.

"Good girl," I rasped, my thumb tracing over her slick bottom lip, forcing her mouth open wide. "Now take it. Open wide... and suck."