“Watching you go down on me is like watching one of my wildest fantasies happen in real life,” Jason groaned. “You’re killing me.”
She wrapped her lips around him and sucked him into her mouth, taking as much of him as she possibly could.
“Holy fuck! Hope.” He buried his hands in her hair to guide her head to move on him.
She got drunk on the taste of him, and from the knowledge that with every touch of her mouth on his cock, Jason had the same pleasure she had gotten from him. The realization she could inflame this beautiful man was exhilarating, powerfully intoxicating.
“Need to be inside you now,” Jason growled. He lifted her from his body and flipped her onto her back. His chest heaved; his face feral and his eyes wild, Jason pinned her hands to the bed and entwined her fingers with his. “Mine. You’re mine. My wife.” He turned her left hand so she could see it in the mirror. “No man will ever fucking touch you again without ending up dead,” he vowed roughly.
Hope stared up at him, her eyes wide, but not with fear. She felt scorched, his molten skin against hers almost unbearable. “Fuck me, then. Make me yours.” She wrapped her legs around him; her heels dug into his ass, urged him to take her. “I need you.”
“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I told you I had no fucking control when it comes to you,” Jason grunted and moved his weight from her.
“Don’t you dare leave me.” Hope tightened her legs around him and clenched his fingers that restrained her hands. “You put a ring on my finger. Now make me yours. I don’t give a damn how long it lasts. Make it real, Jason. I can see who I’m with. I’m with my husband.” Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, wanting him to not feel inhibited by her earlier flashbacks. Jason was possessive of her right now, and it seemed as if prodding that possessive streak was the only way to set him free. “If you don’t, maybe I’ll eventually meet some man who will.”
His expression turned from one of concern and passion to one of almost raw possession. “You. Are. Mine.” He turned her left hand until he could see her ring. “Mine. Look up,” he demanded, letting go of her right hand to position his cock and sheath himself inside her in one forceful thrust.
Hope moaned as Jason filled her. The walls of her channel stretched to accept him. She did look up, not to remind herself of who she was with, but because watching him take her was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Her diamond winked at her, reminded her that for that moment, she was his, and she reveled in his possession.
Her nails scored the back of his hands as she gripped them tightly and raised her hips to meet every one of his dominant thrusts. His cock moved smoothly in and out of her saturated core. Fascinated and painfully aroused, she watched them in the mirror, enthralled as Jason pistoned in and out of her, frenzied. His splendid body covered hers covetously, and the muscles in his incredible ass flexed with each powerful, claiming stroke of his cock inside her.
“Jason,” she moaned. Her body unraveled. Surrounded by his fierce, fevered essence, their bodies strained together carnally, about to go over the edge together.
“Come for me,” he groaned insistently. “Come with me.”
He lowered his head and kissed her; his mouth devoured hers demandingly. Incessantly. Wildly.
Hope’s climax hit her hard and fast, slammed into her body in pulsating waves. Jason tore his mouth from hers and tilted his head back. The muscles in his neck strained as he let out a hoarse groan; her sheath milked him as her uncontrolled contractions clasped and released his cock.
“Fuck!” Jason released the curse as he rolled, letting her untangle her legs and rest on top of him. “I lost it. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not,” she replied breathlessly. “I think you cured me.”
He let out a heavy breath of relief. “You drive me completely insane, woman. I can’t keep a clear thought in my brain when I’m with you. You’re so damn responsive that I lose my head.”
Hope smiled against his damp chest. “You’re a hard man to resist,” she teased.
“I’m your only man,” he replied ominously as he swatted her on the ass. “If you even talk about another man again, even a supposed future one, I won’t be responsible for my actions. I don’t share. Ever.”
Hope almost reminded him that they were only a temporary couple, but her heart wouldn’t let her say it. Even if she was only his wife temporarily, she wanted to live for today. And today, Jason Sutherland belonged to her. She’d worry about the separation when it happened. Just for now, just for once, she wanted to bask in the joy of being with Jason, the only man she’d ever wanted. It was good to feel wanted, and for the first time in her adult life, she didn’t feel lonely. Jason filled all the empty spaces in her heart, and even if it was only for a little while, she felt marvelous. “I can’t believe you stole the mirror from the bathroom.” The thought of Jason disconnecting the large mirror from the wall and attaching it to the bed so she wouldn’t be scared was probably the most protective, sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.