All Good Things Exposed(19)

Suddenly, his touch turned whisper-soft. My entire body, already on high alert, succumbed to thousands of goosebumps as I strained to feel the weight of his touch that had, only a moment prior, been too much. He maintained this excruciatingly tempting butterfly touch until I felt as though I were about to combust. I needed him. I had never been so wet in my entire life. I could feel my wetness on the skin of my inner thighs. My stomach ached, my body bowed, begging silently for penetration. I needed him inside me. I needed him now. I couldn't wait. If he made me wait for him…I might possibly die.

Robbed of all thought and rationality I pressed myself into his touch. The weight of his fingertips against my swollen flesh sent fireworks through my body. But the pleasure only lasted a moment before there was pain. Sweet pain. Jace's fingers pinched hard on my swollen clit before his other hand moved from my breast to my throat. Strong fingers wrapped around my throat, tilting my head to the side to expose the flesh of my neck. There was cool air as he blew on my sensitive flesh, and then there was the hot, bruising sting of teeth. He bit me before suckling at the hypersensitive skin, soothing the sting of his teeth. It all happened so fast my mind was left reeling numbly.

"I thought I told you not to move, Olivia." His voice was thick, and in response, a broken whimper fell from my lips.

"I'm sorry." My response was shaky and sounded meek even to my own ears. But I couldn't help it. Admittedly, I was afraid of acquiring another punishing touch. I'd pressed myself into Jace before in prior sexual encounters, but never had he punished me for the action. I didn't know what to think. I didn't take him seriously when he told me not to move before and I had been trying. But now, it was clear I had to succeed.

"What are you feeling, Angel?" Jace asked. His lips moved over the skin behind my ear and I shivered. Did I tell him the truth? Did I tell him I was confused, aroused, frustrated, degraded and slightly angry? Did I tell him I was embarrassed, uncertain and self-conscious? Would my feelings anger, enlighten or empower him?

"I don't know." I said quietly.

He nudged me and I felt the cloth over his hard shaft press against my butt. Again, I shivered. "Talk to me."

"I really don't know, Jace."

He sighed, heavy and loud. "All right then, Angel. We can play it your way."

What? Play it my way?

In three seconds flat, the warmth of Jace's body was replaced by cool air over my back. I wanted to cry out and beg him to come back…but I just didn't know what I would receive from him. Would I get gentle Jace, or angry Jace? Would I get Jace at all? I just didn't know. And right now, I didn't know what I wanted. My body was still throbbing for him on another plane of desire I'd never thought could possibly exist. But my mind was screaming for me to run from him. It was almost loud enough to elicit action, but my heart was louder still. And it screamed to wait for him. It begged and pleaded for me to wait out this confusing torment of sexual stimulation so I might catch a glimpse of the wounded soul hiding beneath the many layers of this man. I loved this man. There was no longer any doubt in my mind. I would do anything for him. Even at the risk of losing myself. I loved him so completely I was willing to risk my minds sanity for a chance at showing him, proving to him that there was another way. That this was not all there was. He could do better then this. But first, I had to understand the root of his desires. I had to meet the demon residing in the center of his soul so that I might hold a chance of defeating it. For Jace, I would submit to his demons because I knew he was still in possession of his heart. Even if he didn't believe he was. I knew it. I felt it. In his touches, however mistaken their malice, I knew there was passion and love. Even if he didn't recognize this. I knew it was there. I believed it lived and I would find it. Because I loved him.

"What are you thinking, Olivia?" Jace asked…or demanded.

"Nothing."

"You're lying." His voice was coming from directly in front of me and I felt a blush taint my skin. Had he been watching me this whole time but I'd just been too lost in thought to recognize the feeling of his scorching blue eyes on my face? On my skin? Over my bared body?

"No, Jace." I argued feebly. I knew there was no point. But I was not telling him. He had control of my body and that was about as far as the extent of his control was going over me. My mind was still and always would be mine to control.

"Tell me, Olivia. I need you to talk to me."

I didn't say anything else. Instead, I maintained the position on the floor with my knees spread and waited for further instruction. When I didn't respond and it became clear to him that I would not relay my thoughts to him, I heard him sigh heavily.