Chapter 285 - 0285: Tell Me Who I Am To You, Bambina (r18+)

Chapter 285: Chapter 0285: Tell Me Who I Am To You, Bambina (r18+)

Elena’s Point of View

The cool mahogany of the table felt like ice against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the furnace that was Jaxx. I lay open, raw and trembling, gazing down at the man who had just claimed he’d "wife me up" before I even had a say in it.

My mind screamed that he was insane, that this was all moving at a speed that should be breaking the sound barrier. Yet when I looked at him, I didn’t see a crazy person. I saw a man with a plan, a man whose focus had narrowed so completely to the space between my thighs that nothing else in the universe existed. Some distant, rational part of me knew I should be running for the door, grabbing my clothes, calling a friend to come rescue me from whatever madness this was. Instead, I lay there aching for him, every cell in my body betraying the warnings my brain kept sending.

It was terrifying. It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever felt. My heart hammered against my ribs, caught between panic and desire, two forces waging war inside my chest with no clear winner in sight.

"Your wish is my absolute command, my queen," he whispered, his voice vibrating against my inner thigh.

Then, he dove in.

I let out a sound that wasn’t even human as his fingers parted me, exposing every sensitive nerve to the sudden, shocking heat of his mouth. His tongue didn’t just touch me; it swiped from my entrance all the way up to my clit in one long, devastating stroke. My whole body jolted as if struck by electricity, and some distant, embarrassed part of me registered how loud I had just been.

The sensation tore through me like lightning. I arched off the table, my fingers digging so hard into the wood that I thought I’d leave permanent gouges. The sting in my fingertips barely registered against the storm building lower in my body.

"Jaxx... more... please, more," I begged, my voice a wrecked, breathy mess.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed my ass, his large hands hauling me right to the edge of the table, pulling me so deep into his space that I felt consumed. He feasted on me with an intensity that bordered on worship, like I was something sacred he’d been starving for his entire life.

He used his tongue, his lips, and his teeth in a rhythmic, relentless assault that had me screaming his name into the empty room, the sound bouncing back at me from walls that offered no mercy, no distraction, nothing but the two of us and this madness.

I pulled at his hair, my legs shaking uncontrollably on his shoulders, my whole world narrowing down to the wet, hot friction of his mouth. Every nerve ending in my body sang with pleasure so intense it was almost painful, a sweet agony that I never wanted to end even as I begged silently for release.

I felt the pressure building, a coil of white-hot tension winding tighter and tighter in my gut until I couldn’t breathe. My muscles locked. I started to tremble violently, my head thrashing against the hard wood. The world tilted on its axis, and for a moment I forgot my own name, forgot everything except the man between my thighs and the inevitable collapse waiting for me.

"JAXX!!!"

I screamed his name as the first wave hit, a violent, drenching release that felt like it was tearing through my entire body. I came all over his face, my hips bucking against his mouth while he took every bit of it, his tongue never stopping until the last of the tremors subsided. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, stars dancing behind my closed eyelids, my limbs feeling boneless and foreign, like they belonged to someone else entirely.

He didn’t move for a long moment. He just stayed there, breathing heavily against my skin, before he slowly stood up. He looked down at me, his face glistening, his eyes dark and hooded with a hunger that made my heart stop. There was something almost reverent in the way he studied me, as if committing every inch of my wrecked, satisfied body to memory.

The raw possession in his gaze sent a fresh wave of heat through my already oversensitized body. He reached down and unknotted the towel from his hips, letting it hit the floor without a sound. He used it to wipe his face before tossing it somewhere into the shadows of the room, his movements unhurried, deliberate, like a man who knew exactly how much power he held in that moment.

Then, he held his cock.

I gaped at the sight of him. He was huge, thick, veined, and pulsing with a need that mirrored my own. A flutter of nervousness mixed with anticipation coiled in my belly, equal parts fear and longing twisting together until I couldn’t tell one from the other. He started stroking himself right there, his eyes locked onto mine, a slow, torturous tease that had me whining in frustration, my hips already lifting off the table in silent invitation.

"Jaxx... come on. Please," I whimpered, reaching for him.

He shook his head, a wicked, possessive smirk playing on his lips. "I want you to call me something else, Elena. Something other than my name."

I blinked at him, my brain feeling like it was made of cotton candy. The request seemed absurd in the moment, when all I wanted was him inside me. "What? Jaxx, just... please."

He stepped closer, the tip of his cock grazing my entrance, teasing the sensitive, swollen flesh without actually going in. I let out a sharp, needy breath, my hips lifting instinctively to find him.

The emptiness was unbearable.

"Call me something different," he whispered, his voice a low, rough growl. "I want to know you want me as much as I want you. Tell me who I am to you, Bambina."

This was getting insane. He was holding me hostage with my own desire, demanding a surrender that went way beyond just sex. The power dynamic shifted, and I realized he needed this, needed to hear me claim him as much as he was claiming me. For all his dominance, all his overwhelming confidence, he was asking me for something, and that vulnerability, however brief, undid me more than anything else he’d done so far.

But as he withdrew again, leaving me cold and aching, I couldn’t fight him. I moved up, hooking my arms around his neck, pulling his face down to mine.

"Please baby... take me," I whispered against his lips, my voice breaking. "Please, Jaxx. I need you."

He smiled, a real, triumphant smile that transformed his entire face, and deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. The tenderness of the moment contrasted sharply with the raw hunger between us, a brief, startling softness before the storm returned in full force. Then, without a word of warning, he slammed into me in one go.

The force of it was staggering. I broke the kiss with a scream, my eyes rolling back in my head as I felt him fill me completely, stretching me until I thought I’d break. The sensation bordered on too much, pleasure and pain blurring together until I couldn’t separate one from the other. But he didn’t give me time to adjust. He captured my mouth again and started slamming into me with a brutal, relentless pace that stole whatever breath I had left.

"You’re mine," he growled into the kiss, his thrusts sharp and angled, hitting a spot deep inside me that made my whole body spark. "Tell me you’re mine, Elena. Say it!"

"I’m... yours," I cried out, my moans getting louder by the minute, echoing off the dark walls. "Yours... Jaxx, please, don’t stop!"

He was relentless, driving into me like he was trying to leave his mark on my very soul. The filthy words he whispered into my ear, about how he was going to keep me, how no one else would ever touch me like this, should have scared me. In any other context, they would have sent me running. But in the heat of the moment, they only made the fire burn hotter, feeding some primal need I hadn’t known existed, a need to be claimed, to be wanted so fiercely that nothing else in the world mattered.

Suddenly, he gripped my thighs and lifted me up. I clung to him like a life raft as he moved across the room, my back hitting the cold, hard surface of the wall. The contrast of temperatures sent another shiver through me, my skin prickling with the shock of it.

He balanced me there, his hands like iron under my ass, and started thrusting upward. The change in angle was devastating, reaching places inside me I didn’t know existed, and I cried out at the sudden, overwhelming fullness.

"God, you’re so tight for me," Jaxx groaned, the sound vibrating through my entire chest. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, nipping and marking me like he was branding me for life. "I’m never letting you go. You hear me? Never. You’re staying right here, where you belong."

I couldn’t even speak. My lungs felt like they were collapsing, and my brain was nothing but white noise and static. Every time he slammed his hips against mine, my back hit the cold, unyielding wall, but I barely felt the impact; all I felt was the staggering, intrusive depth of him. He was filling every inch of me, stretching me past my limits, and yet I was still clawing at his shoulders, begging for more, my nails leaving crescent marks in his skin that I was sure would last for days.

"Jaxx... oh my God... nghh... please!"

He didn’t slow down. If anything, he got more violent, his thrusts turning into heavy, rhythmic thuds that echoed through the silent room. He adjusted his grip on my thighs, hitching my legs higher until my knees were practically touching my ears, and then he went even deeper, a depth that bordered on overwhelming, that made the room spin and my thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm.

"Is this what you want, Elena?" he rasped, his voice thick with a dark, possessive hunger. "You want me to take everything? Because I will. I’ll take every goddamn bit of you until there’s nothing left for anyone else."

He leaned back, his eyes locked onto mine, burning with that terrifying, beautiful obsession. While he continued to hammer into me, his hand slid between our bodies. His thumb found my clit, already swollen and hypersensitive, and he started to rub it in a fast, circular motion that made my vision blur at the edges.

"Ahhh! Fuck, Jaxx! Stop... no, don’t stop!"

At the same time, his head dropped to my chest. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak before he sucked it deep into the heat of his mouth. The combination was too much, three points of overwhelming sensation converging until I thought I might actually lose my mind.

The friction of his cock slamming into my core, the relentless pressure of his thumb on my clit, and the pull of his mouth on my breast, it was a sensory overload that made my heart feel like it was going to burst, like my entire body had become nothing but a vessel for this singular, consuming pleasure.

"You’re so wet for me, princess," he growled against my skin, his words filthy and low. "So fucking ready. Tell me how it feels. Tell me how much you love having me inside you."

"I love it... nghh... I love it so much!" I sobbed, my head thrashing against the wall. "Please, Jaxx! I’m close... I’m so close!"

"Then take it, baby. Take all of it."

He accelerated, his movements becoming a blur of friction and heat. He was slamming into me with a raw, primal force, each thrust an exclamation point, a declaration that left no room for doubt about what I meant to him. I felt the coil in my gut wind up to the breaking point, the tension so high it was almost painful, my entire body poised on the edge of something enormous and inevitable.

The world started to dissolve around the edges, leaving only the sensation of him: his skin, his sweat, his scent, and the way he was currently shattering my entire reality, piece by piece, until nothing remained but this moment, this man, this impossible, overwhelming connection.

The first tremor hit, and I felt my internal muscles squeeze him with a desperate, crushing intensity. Jaxx let out a choked, guttural roar, his pace becoming frantic as he felt me start to go, as if my release was the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity.

"That’s it, Elena! Give it to me! Give me everything!"

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The wall, the room, my own name, it all vanished. My back arched into a bow, my fingers digging into his back until I felt my nails draw blood, and I finally, finally broke.

"OH MY GOD! AAHHHHHH! JAXX! FUCK!"

The scream ripped out of my throat, raw and jagged, as the release tore through me in violent, drenching waves. I was shaking, sobbing, my whole body vibrating with the sheer power of the orgasm, every muscle spent, every nerve ending singing in the aftermath.

I squeezed him so hard that I thought I’d never let go, my vision white as I felt him finally come apart inside me, his own release hitting me like a flood as he buried his face in my hair and groaned my name like a prayer, a broken, reverent sound that I knew would echo in my memory long after this night ended.