Chapter 82
The moment I stepped into our room, I felt the energy shift. The air grew thicker, charged with an electric current that sent a shiver down my spine. Jake stood by the window, his broad back to me, the dim light from the moon outlining the powerful contours of his body.
He turned at the sound of the door clicking shut, his eyes locking onto mine. Those dark, intense eyes held a heat that made my breath hitch, my heart hammering in my chest.
“You’ve been running from me all day, Prisca,” he said, his voice low, predatory.
“I haven’t—”
“You have,” he interrupted, taking a slow, deliberate step toward me. His gaze raked over me, and I felt it like a physical touch, setting every nerve alight. “And now I’ve caught you.”
My back pressed against the door as he closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming. His scent—earthy, musky, uniquely Jake—wrapped around me, clouding my thoughts. He was so close now that I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the raw power that he always carried with him.
“Jake...” I started, but my voice faltered as he raised a hand, his fingers brushing lightly along my jaw.
“Do you know what you do to me?” he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip. “Every time you walk into a room, I can’t think of anything else but having you. Tasting you. Making you mine all over again.”
My knees went weak at his words, but his other arm slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him. The hard planes of his body pressed into mine, and I gasped at the contact. His lips were on me before I could say another word, claiming me in a kiss that was hungry, desperate, and impossibly hot.
I melted into him, my hands tangling in his hair as I kissed him back just as fiercely. His lips moved against mine with a confidence that left me breathless, his tongue teasing, demanding, until I surrendered completely.
“Jake...” I whispered against his lips, my voice trembling with need.
He growled low in his throat, a primal sound that sent a rush of heat through me. “Say it again.”
“Jake,” I repeated, the word a plea, a surrender.
His mouth trailed from my lips to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I cried out, my body arching into him as he kissed and bit his way down to my collarbone.
“You’re mine, Prisca,” he said, his voice rough, possessive. “Every inch of you. Mine to touch. Mine to taste.”
I nodded, unable to form words as his hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips before lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried me to the bed, laying me down with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the heat in his eyes.
“Jake,” I breathed as he hovered over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way. “I need you.”
His lips curved into a wicked smile. “You have me, Prisca. Always.”
He kissed me again, slower this time, his hands exploring every curve of my body. His touch was firm yet gentle, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I could feel his restraint, the way he was holding himself back, and it only made me want him more.
“Don’t hold back,” I whispered, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
His eyes darkened, and for a moment, I thought I’d pushed him too far. But then he smiled, a wicked, devastating smile that made my heart race.
“You asked for it,” he said, his voice a low growl.
His hands slid under my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion. I shivered as the cool air hit my skin, but the heat in Jake’s gaze more than made up for it.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hands tracing the curves of my body. “Perfect.”
His lips followed the path of his hands, kissing every inch of exposed skin. I moaned as he trailed kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach, each one setting me ablaze.
When he reached the waistband of my pants, he paused, his eyes meeting mine.
I shook my head, my voice firm. “Don’t stop.”
He smiled, a dark, satisfied smile, and then he was sliding my pants off, leaving me bare before him. His gaze roamed over me, hungry, reverent, and it made me feel both vulnerable and powerful.
“You’re mine,” he said again, his voice rough with emotion. “Always.”
I reached for him, pulling him down to me. Our bodies aligned perfectly, and the feel of his skin against mine was almost too much to bear. His hands and lips were everywhere, touching, teasing, claiming, until I was a trembling, desperate mess beneath him.
“Jake,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his back. “Please.”
He kissed me deeply, his hands framing my face as he whispered against my lips, “I’ve got you, Prisca. Always.”
The rest of the world faded away as he moved against me, our bodies finding a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. It was wild and intense, the mate bond between us amplifying every sensation, every touch, every kiss.
“Jake,” I moaned, my nails dragging down his back as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
He growled my name, his movements becoming faster, more desperate, as we climbed higher and higher together.
When we finally reached the peak, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced—a blinding, all-consuming rush of heat and light that left me breathless and trembling in his arms.
Jake collapsed beside me, pulling me close as we lay tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“I love you,” he murmured against my hair, his voice soft but filled with conviction.
I smiled, my heart full to bursting. “I love you too.”
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