I was certain.
Jace covered my lips with his. I felt him swell within me and I knew he was almost there. So was I. I felt my body build and bow for what it knew I needed. Release. Jace never left me unsatisfied. Even when he'd tried to punish me and leave me wanting for him all day, I'd come. With Jace inside me there was no possibility of my walking away without being thoroughly fucked. No matter his intentions.
"Come for me, Angel."
His words were my undoing. I shattered around him and he quivered inside me. Hot liquid spilled into my body, filling me with even more of him. His cock jerked inside of me with one last bow and his body tensed as he pushed himself deeper. His lips pressed against mine and I gasped into his mouth as I held him to me, my fingers finally weaving into his inky black hair. He caught my lower lip between his teeth and sucked. My stomach tightened at the thought of him biting me there and I felt my core grow hot again with need. Maybe I could do this. Maybe I could do everything he wanted. Maybe I could be everything he needed. Just maybe…I was strong enough.
"You're amazing." Jace whispered against my lips and it was all I could do not to smile like a child in a candy store.
"You're perfect." I countered on a husky whisper.
Jace stiffened at my words before he pushed himself up my body. I gasped at the feel of him moving inside me as he pressed his lips to my forehead. "I'll be right back, Angel." He promised. "Don't move."
Jace lifted his body with his arms, pulling from deep inside me. The feel of his body leaving mine brought back a torrent of memories I would fight to the end to dismiss. My eyes misted and my hands trembled as I lay, staring up at the roof of his bedroom. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It was a violent sound. And, it terrified me. It terrified me because it was all the more realization that I did, in fact, need him. I needed him more than air. Because when he'd left, even the air hadn't been enough to keep me alive. The thought of him leaving again was down right mind numbing, blood curdling, petrifying. I was completely and irrevocably addicted to Jace Rush in the worst humanly way. He was the meaning to my life, the song to my soul. He was my everything.
"You're so beautiful." Jace's words tore through my thoughts. Bulldozing them. He leaned down between my legs with a warm washcloth, gently washing away my body's need for him. I couldn't help but notice he'd put pants on. I wished he was naked, but I liked looking at him either way. He was stunningly beautiful. Captivating.
"You're the beautiful one, Jace." I spoke on a whispered breath.
Azure eyes flickered to mine. Long black lashes fanned his face and he ran a hand through his 'just fucked' ebony hair. His hard, chiseled jaw ground stubbornly as he stared down at me before him. Everywhere his eyes travelled, they left a trail of blazing fire in their wake.
"I love the color of your skin when you blush." His words were gruff and I smiled. He knew he affected me. He could see it. But I could hear the effect I had on him. And it was a beautiful sound.
"Thank you," I whispered my reply.
"You're very welcome." He grinned. "How are you feeling?"
I frowned. "I'm fine."
"You drank a lot last night." I could hear the displeasure in his voice. And I shrugged. "You should have a hangover from hell."
"I had a headache," I admitted. "But it's gone now." You basically screwed it out of me, I thought wryly.
He smirked. "Hum, is it?"
"It is." I nodded. I felt a scolding coming on and I tensed.
"You're not drinking like that again, Olivia."
I shrugged. "Fine."
Surprise lit his eyes. "You're not going to fight me?"
"No." I propped myself up on my elbows. "I didn't want to drink. I just wanted to find a way to numb my memories of you."
He looked pale. His eyes were wide and wounded. I wondered for a moment if I'd slapped him and somehow forgotten. Jeez. "You wanted to forget?"
I nodded. "It hurt, Jace."
He didn't move. Silence filled the space around us and before it became really unbearable, he spoke. "It did."
"What do we do now?" This was the big question. Where did we go from here?
Jace looked almost weary of me. "You're not leaving me, if that's what you're getting at." He sounded almost possessive and I didn't want to provoke him. His eyes were narrowed dangerously on my face and I had a feeling that if I were to make a break for the door, he would tie me up and never let me go. The thought was just the teeniest bit enticing and I quickly scolded myself for thinking it. What was wrong with me?
"I wasn't planning on leaving, Jace." I sat up to look at him, pulling a pillow onto my lap and hugging it to my chest.