Chapter 222 - 0222: I Want To Feel You (r18+)

Chapter 222: Chapter 0222: I Want To Feel You (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

The moment stretched... taut, electric, dripping with anticipation, as his fingers traced the curve of my spine, slow, deliberate, possessive. Every nerve in my body seemed to wake at once, attuned to him, to the weight of what was coming, to the quiet terror of wanting something this much.

I’d never felt so exposed and so safe in the same breath, as though he’d found some hidden seam in me and was slowly working it open.

A shiver racked my body, my skin prickling under his touch, my breath hitching as he stepped closer, the heat of him searing my back. His scent... dark, musky, intoxicating, wrapped around me like a promise, and I found myself leaning into it, craving more of him even before he gave it.

It should have frightened me, this hunger. Instead, it felt like coming home to something I hadn’t known I’d been missing, some version of myself I hadn’t met until he’d coaxed her out.

I could feel his smirk deepening, hear the low chuckle rumbling in his chest, the sound vibrating through me, settling between my thighs where I ached for him. It was maddening, the way he could reduce me to want with nothing more than a sound, the way he seemed to know exactly what that sound would do to me before he even made it. I hated how well he read me. I loved it more.

"You offered yourself up so sweetly, Bambina," he murmured against the shell of my ear, his lips brushing skin that suddenly felt too sensitive to bear. "Bent over my table, dripping down your thighs, waiting for me. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?"

"Then do something about it," I whispered, my fingers curling against the wood, my whole body trembling in anticipation. "Or are you all talk, Moretti?"

His chuckle was dark, and his hand slid up, wrapping around my throat... not tight, not restrictive, but just enough to make me feel it, just enough to remind me who was in control. His other hand cupped my chin, tilting my head back, exposing the line of my throat as his teeth grazed my earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure racing down my spine.

I trembled, caught between the urge to submit and the urge to challenge him further, knowing either way would end the same, knowing I wanted it to end that way.

"Careful, princess," he warned against my skin, his breath hot. "That mouth keeps making promises."

Then, no words. No warning. Just him, driving into me in one sharp, unrelenting thrust.

"Nnngh!" A silent scream tore from my throat, my mouth falling open, my body arching into him as he filled me... deep, hard, stretching me open in a way that made my vision white at the edges. My pussy fluttered and clenched around him, stretched around his thickness, forced to take every inch at once.

God, he was big. So fucking big. Even after everything tonight, even after the couch and the bed and all of it, the first thrust still stole the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping, clawing for purchase on a world that had narrowed to just the two of us.

There was nothing left outside this room, outside his hands, outside the sound of my own name breaking apart in my throat. Nothing existed beyond the two of us and the slow unraveling he was so determined to finish.

My fingers clawed at the table, my knuckles turning white, my body struggling to adjust to the sudden fullness, to the way he hit every fucking inch of me.

But he didn’t rush.

Oh, no.

Jaxx took his time.

He pulled out slowly, deliberately, dragging his cock against every sensitive inch of me, making me feel every ridge, every vein, every fucking inch of him, until only the head remained. Then he slammed back in, harder this time, deeper. The table scraped against the floor with the force of it, and the obscene, wet sound of him sliding into my soaked pussy filled the room, shameless and loud and unbearably erotic.

A whimper spilled from my lips, broken, needy, my body trembling with the force of it, with the way he owned me completely, as though every part of me had been made for exactly this moment. I’d never felt anything like it... this strange surrender that didn’t feel like losing at all. If anything, it felt like finally winning something I hadn’t known I was fighting for.

"That’s it," he growled, his voice rough against my ear, his hand tightening just enough on my throat to make me gasp. His other hand slid down my body, cupping my breast, kneading the flesh before pinching my nipple between his fingers, rolling it just right, just enough to make me moan, to make my pussy clench around him.

"You take me so well, Bambina. All of me. No hesitation, no holding back. Just like that first night, when you begged me for it."

His lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his hips began to move... slow, deep, relentless thrusts that hit that spot, that fucking spot, over and over, each one driving me closer to the edge.

I moaned into his mouth, my body melting into his, following his rhythm, losing myself in the way he fucked me... like he owned me, like he worshiped me, like he couldn’t get enough. There was something dizzying in the contradiction, in being claimed and adored in the same breath, in not knowing which one I craved more.

Maybe, I thought hazily, I didn’t have to choose. Maybe he could be both, and I could want both, and that could simply be allowed.

His hand skimmed lower, trailing fire in its wake, sliding over the curve of my belly before dipping between my legs, his fingers brushing against my clit... already swollen, already aching, already so fucking sensitive.

"J-Jaxx!" I cried into his mouth, my body jerking at the contact, the stimulation overwhelming... his cock pounding into me, his tongue dueling with mine, his fingers circling my clit in slow, tight circles that made my toes curl and my back arch.

"You like that?" he panted against my lips, his thrusts never slowing, his fingers never stopping, working me over with precision, with skill, with fucking perfection. "You like being fucked like this? Like my good girl? Taking my cock so fucking deep?"

"Y-Yes!" The word came out as a moan, a plea, a broken sound torn from my throat as my body tightened, my orgasm coiling tighter, closer, un-fucking-stoppable. "Yes, Jaxx, please, don’t stop, please..."

His lips curved against mine, dark, satisfied, possessive, as he fucked me harder, deeper, his fingers moving faster on my clit, his tongue tangling with mine, his hand on my throat holding me just where he wanted me.

"Cum for me, Elena," he commanded, his voice shattering the last of my control. "Cum all over my cock while I kiss you like this."

And oh, God, I did.

The orgasm hit me like a tsunami, violent, all-consuming, ripping a scream from my throat and into his mouth as my body locked up, my pussy clenching violently around his cock, milking him, pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, my nails raking down his back, my body shuddering as I rode it out, as he kept fucking me through it, drawing out every last shudder, every last whimper, every last drop of pleasure until I collapsed against him, boneless, spent, completely ruined.

And still, he didn’t stop.

He kept kissing me, kept fucking me, his thrusts relentless and unyielding.

Not even as my body shuddered through the aftershocks of my orgasm, not even as my pussy clenched tight around him, milking him, begging for more, for everything, did he slow down.

Jaxx kept fucking me, chasing his own release with deep, hard, relentless strokes that hit that spot, each one driving a broken moan from my lips, each one pushing me closer to the edge again.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice rough, strained, his fingers digging into my hips, his breath hot against my ear. "You feel that? You feel how close I am? How fucking good you make me feel? Three weeks, Elena, three weeks of my own hand and it was never, ever this. Never you."

I could only whimper in response, my body boneless, my mind spinning, my pussy throbbing around him as he pounded into me, each thrust deeper than the last, each one harder, each one dragging a cry from my throat.

His cock swelled inside me, pulsing, twitching, so fucking close.

"Tell me where," he growled against my neck, his rhythm faltering, his control shredding. "Tell me where you want it, princess."

"Inside," I gasped, wrecked, shameless, past caring about anything but him. "Inside me, Jaxx, please, I want to feel you, please..."

Then he groaned, low and rough and fucking perfect, his body locking up as he spilled deep inside me, hot and thick and endless. I moaned with him, my pussy clenching around him, milking him, taking every last drop as his cock jerked, twitched, filling me so fucking full.