CHAPTER THIRTEEN
This time it isn't pain that draws me from sleep, but pleasure.
The firm stroke of a tongue lapping between my legs has me moaning as I hover over the edge of release.
As if sensing how close I am to waking, hands pin me to the bed and a tongue laps hungrily at me, as if determined to drive me to release before I've opened my eyes.
My thighs shake as pressure continues to build. With my climax seconds away, I burrow my hands into soft hair and hold on tight.
When the tongue edges up, sliding through my folds, and flicks over my clit, I gasp and my eyes fly open. I gaze down my naked body, beyond turned on at the sight of Jeremy, naked, with his face buried between my legs, his large hands holding my thighs open.
As if he feels my attention, he raises his head, and at the dark heat in his eyes, I swallow.
"How's your side?" His voice is that husky growl that pierces my core.
My side?
"What?" I ask when he bends his head and laps at me. My breath catches, and I fight the need to lift my hips and rub myself against him.
After another firm lick, Jeremy lifts his head. "Any pain?"
Oh, right. The whole being stabbed thing.
"Uh, I don't think so," I say, since the only thing I feel is pleasure between my legs.
His lips quirk. "You sure about that?"
I do a quick mental check. "No pain," I say, hoping he gets back to licking between my legs. Two licks would probably do it. Okay, one. I'm that close.
God, he could just growl my name and that'd do it.
"Good." His eyes light with anticipation.
"Jeremy, what are you doing?" My voice is little more than a thread of sound, husky with desire.
Why the hell am I still talking?
"Giving you what you need." Jeremy bends his head.
For no reason I can think of, I tug at his hair to stop him because… wait, there actually is a reason. I need to know this isn't just Jeremy trying to mess with me.
"And what do I need?" I breathe.
Jeremy kisses the sensitive skin on my inner thighs. "What no one else can give you but me." He raises eyes filled with utter confidence. "Just me."
He nips me, and as I'm still gasping at the sting of his bite, he's already soothing it with a soft kiss. "Tell me I'm wrong, Savannah."
I shake my head because I can't. And when I don't speak, he lowers his head, his eyes still locked with mine, and then he draws my clit into his mouth and sucks gently.
My climax blows through me, and I throw my head back and scream, writhing as he pins me to the bed and continues to suck.
I'm still struggling to come down, still fighting for breath when Jeremy slides up my body and gazes down into my face, male satisfaction stirring in his eyes.
"No need to look so pleased with yourself," I snap.
He bends his head and kisses me, a soft lingering kiss that makes me sigh into his mouth. I tangle my hands in his hair and pull him closer as Jeremy settles more of his weight on me.
But as I'm curving one leg around his hips, he breaks our kiss and gazes down at me, a hand closing around my thigh to stop me.
"Be sure, Savannah," he says, his eyes serious.
I take my hands from his hair and put them on his chest, then I push.
Jeremy's expression doesn't change as he moves, and I follow, keeping my hands on him until I have him on his back and I'm sat astride him. Then I reach for my braid.
I keep my eyes on him as I slowly unbraid my waist-length hair.
Once, just once, his eyes go to my fingers in my hair. "What are you doing?" His voice is thick, and his hands grip my hips harder as he shifts his gaze to my breasts.
"Giving you what you need."
I can't say why I'm so utterly certain that he wants me with my hair loose around my face, but I do. I'd bet my life on it.
"You know, I wouldn't mind if you picked up the pace a little," he says in a voice harsh with strain.
I stop.
"In about two seconds I'm going to move, Savannah," he warns me as his hands grip my hips even tighter.
The thought of how much Jeremy's holding himself back has my fingers shaking as I go back to releasing my braid. Seconds after I've run my hands through my now wavy hair, he slams into me with a groan.
My eyes slide shut as I cry out at his thick length filling me.
For one second, he doesn't move as I hear him fight for breath. Then he slowly lifts my body off him, making me whimper as my muscles ripple around his cock.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he jerks me down at the same moment he drives into me again, burying every last inch of him deep inside me.
"Stop," I cry out, struggling to breathe, every muscle tense. "Just… stop a second, okay. Stop."
"Fuck." Jeremy rolls us until he's braced over me. I feel his eyes searching my face as he smooths my hair back. "Savannah?"
I'm too overwhelmed to respond. It's too much, everything I'm feeling, having him inside me again. It's all too much.
Jeremy starts to pull out.
I wrench my eyes open and grab at him. "Don't move."
He stills, and the fear I see in his eyes bleeds away. "Fuck, Savannah, I thought I hurt you. What the fuck?"
I close my eyes and swallow. "I don't want to tell you."
"Well, you'd better fucking start." Despite his harsh growl, he presses a tender kiss to my lips and his voice softens. "Did I hurt you?"
As much as I don't want to, I sigh because I have to tell him. I can't let him think he hurt me when he didn't.
Opening my eyes, I shift a little beneath him and when he slips in deeper, my breath catches.
"Savannah?" he groans as I feel him growing even harder inside me. "Tell me because I'm going to move again, and I need to know I didn't hurt you."
I stare at his chin. "I forgot how big you were," I blurt.
He's silent. And then his fingers go to my chin, and he tilts my head up. I'm fully prepared for him to be all smug about me admitting he's big, but his eyes are serious.
"I hurt you."
"Not hurt. I don't mean physical…" At Jeremy's raised eyebrow, I blush. "I don't only mean physically, it's… I just forgot about…" My voice trails off, and for the longest time, he stares into my eyes.
"You forgot about what?"
I lift my hand and curve it around his jaw. "I forgot how good you feel. I forgot how you fill every single part of me. I forgot how overwhelming it was, being with you. I don't know how, but I did."
Jeremy's eyes flash with heat before he dips his head for a searing kiss that has me winding my legs around him.
As we kiss, he takes my hands one at a time, and lifts them over my head, pinning them to the bed, and then he lifts his head.
For several seconds, he stares down at me, an inscrutable expression on his face. "I dreamed of this, you know. You and me, just like this. You lying beneath me, all that beautiful golden hair spread out on my pillow and you staring up at me with that look in those incredible blue eyes."
I swallow. "What look?"
He lowers his head. "The look that says you're mine," he murmurs against my lips, and then he thrusts.
Moaning, I arch my back as my inner muscles fight to adjust to his size. He eases away before driving into me, my hips rising to meet his.
His body plunges into mine with increasing force as I tug at his hands, holding my wrists to the bed.
"Jeremy, let go," I gasp, fighting to break his hold.
At my words, Jeremy peels his eyes open, and I see they've gone wolf.
He slams into me again. "You're mine," he snarls. "Submit."
"Let go," I snarl back, even as I lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts. "I won't submit."
When he bends his head, his kiss is hard, angry. "You will."
He shifts his hold until he's pinning both my wrists with one large hand, and eases his upper body from mine, before sliding his hand over my breast and down my body.
At the first touch of his fingers against my clit, I suck in a breath.
Jeremy stares into my eyes. "Submit, Savannah."
I shake my head.
"Submit." His finger brushes against that bundle of nerves again, and I stop fighting his hold and eagerly lift my hips, telling him without words I want more.
"Submit." He rubs again, and everything in me stills.
Tension fills me and I'm shaking all over, as I stare up at him with wide eyes.
"Jeremy," I whisper.
As if that was what he was waiting for, he releases his hold on my wrists, grips my hips with both hands, and pulls back before slamming into me.
My climax explodes through me. I scream and writhe and fight against it, even as I grab at Jeremy and hold on as he hammers into me again and again until he growls deep in his throat.
At the harsh jerk of him spilling himself inside me, I cry out again as my body shudders with the force of his release.
I think I pass out or I fall asleep-I don't know.
But when I open my eyes later, the sky outside is hazy and darkness is setting in.
I'm lying on my stomach, the sheets at my feet and my hair covering me. I'm alone in bed, but Jeremy is close. I feel him. Smell him.
I stretch and rise before turning. And then I see him, sat in the same chair he was in before. This time he's naked, his eyes are on me, and he's sipping whiskey from a cut-glass tumbler.
"Jeremy, what are you doing?" I ask, sitting the rest of the way up.
His eyes dip to my bare breasts and he takes a long draw of his drink. "Watching you."
I arch a brow. "You realize how creepy that sounds, right?"
"If someone else were doing it, yeah. But it's me, and you're mine, so it's not."
"Right, whatever you say."
Jeremy doesn't respond. Instead, his gaze slides down my body and settles between my legs. "Touch yourself."
I feel myself flushing. "Excuse me!"
His eyes return to my face. "I want to know what you like, I want to see you do it."
I try to hide my embarrassment. "I thought you had a problem with it, after last time."
"I had a problem with you doing it when I had other plans. Now, I want to see. I want to know what you like."
"I thought you knew what I liked," I comment archly.
Jeremy says nothing else, just takes another draw from his glass before he places it on a side table beside him. He widens his legs and when I see where he's about to put his hand, I swallow.
"What are you doing?" I don't take my eyes from his hand, closing around his cock.
"Showing you what I like."
His grip is hard. Much harder than I held him before. As I watch him stroke himself from base to tip, I know nothing in the world could make me look away.
"Savannah?"
I imagine wrapping my hands around him; I remember how he felt in my hand. Hot. Hard. Silky. I'm ready to demand a touch when I realize he's still talking.
"Hmm," I murmur, distractedly, chewing on my lower lip.
"Show me more."
More?
And that's when I realize where I have my hand.
For a second, I still, as in my lust-induced fantasy of touching Jeremy, I realize I did the very thing he wanted.
But since I've started, and he's started, I figure why the hell not.
I dart a peek into his face and find his eyes locked at the junction of my thighs.
With his chair nearer the head of the bed than the base, I hesitate for a second before I move.
I tell myself he's seen it all before. I mean, I woke up with his face buried between my thighs hours before, and that wasn't even the first time.
I stop when I'm laying the wrong way on the bed, the balcony behind me, and Jeremy sat in his chair in front of me.
After hesitating for another second, I widen my legs before planting my feet on the mattress with my knees bent so he can see everything.
His eyes don't move from my sex, and he grips himself harder. "Get a pillow for your head."
I blink at him in confusion until I realize what he said.
Once I've stacked a couple of pillows under my head, I return my hand between my open thighs and fix my gaze at his cock, already glistening with pre-come.
"Jeremy?"
"Hmm?"
"How many of these fantasies do you have?" I murmur as I rub my fingers through my folds.
"Too many for you to worry about me running out. Touch your breast with the other hand, the way you did in the shower."
I lift my hand to squeeze at my breast, teasing the nipple, which makes me sigh as I sink my head back against the pillow. As the pressure continues to build, my breathing turns ragged and I stroke myself harder, shifting restlessly on the bed.
With my release slowly creeping up on me, my attention turns inward as I edge my fingers closer to my clit, not ready to touch myself there yet, knowing the moment I do, it'll all be over.
"That feel good?" Jeremy murmurs.
I peel open my eyes and find Jeremy's gaze focused on my face as he strokes himself with increasingly jerky movements.
I nod.
"How good?" He asks, his voice gruff.
I rub myself harder as my legs fall open even wider. "I'm going to come soon."
My mouth goes dry as I watch Jeremy rise and stalk toward me, his hand wrapped tight around his cock.
"Not until I'm inside you," he growls, as he sinks between my legs.
As he strokes himself with one hand, his other covers my neglected breast, and he proves he was paying attention by teasing my nipple exactly as I did.
My eyes close as I sink against the pillow, and I feel the brush of Jeremy's hair on me as he lowers his head. He presses a kiss to my breast and growls. "God, I love the taste of you. And these pretty tits. Perky. Sweet. I dream of them."
When both of his hands skim over me, I know he's no longer stroking himself, and I sigh and stop touching myself because nothing feels as good as Jeremy's hands on me.
He turns his attention to my other breast, drawing a nipple in his mouth and sucking lightly as he massages each one.
As I'm moaning beneath him, I suddenly still when it hits me what he just said.
My eyes snap open, and I sit up. "Wait just a second. You call me sweet. I hope you're not saying it's because of my breasts?"
His grin is wide enough to be answer enough.
"Jeremy, you can't go around-" I stop speaking when he lowers his hands to my hips and holds me still before thrusting inside me.
"Oh my fucking God." I shudder beneath him, my head falling back, so close, so painfully close to exploding with just that one thrust.
I'm desperate for him to move, at the same time I'm desperate for him to never move again. To just stay like this, joined hip to hip, on the edge of the most incredible pleasure. Forever.
"Not God," Jeremy mutters, bending his lips to mine. A smile in his eyes. "Your mate. Jeremy." And then he drives into me again.
My release crashes over me as I scream and dig my nails into his shoulders.
I writhe against him, losing myself in a never-ending wave of ecstasy as Jeremy hammers into me with enough force that the headboard smashes against the wall.
All I can do is cling to him as he rides me hard enough that my back arches and another orgasm tears through me.
When he lowers his head and his tongue laps at my mate bite, I whimper my release as a strange daze settles over me.
He's killed me. Jeremy has killed me with sex.
I sink into the sheets as Jeremy growls deep in his throat as his cock jerks inside me, and with a soft sigh, my eyes flutter closed.