Chapter 91 I don't want it to end.

Chapter 91 I don't want it to end.
ELIANA 

“The words!” Jax growls, his deep voice cutting through the quiet air on the rooftop and for a split second, I’m afraid that the world would hear us. However, the worry is replaced with a wave of a sharp sting and pleasure when he bites on the sensitive spot on my neck then sucks on it to soothe the sting.

Heavens, I never knew that this kind of thing would turn me on this much. A mixture of a sting of pain and pleasure. I know it's crazy. I know damn well that someone in their right mind shouldn't be this turned on. They shouldn't be breathing this heavily and craving for more. They shouldn't be aching for more than they're given. 

Well…perhaps I’m not that rational the way I thought I was. The way they raised me to be. The way they expected me to be. The way I’m supposed to be because…I like the adrenaline rush that comes with the pain and pleasure. Maybe-a little too much than I’m supposed to.

It's…thrilling, exciting and it drives me insane. It makes me want more. It makes the blood in my veins boil, setting my whole body on fire as my heart races like it's about to explode. God, it makes me hazy and heightens my senses. Jackson has awakened this part of me that I didn't know existed. This part of me that has been hidden for years. It's dangerous, consuming and exciting at the same time.

Jackson knows it damn well. He knows that I like it whenever he does that. He knows fucking well that it messes up with my mind. He knows that it makes me feel that intense, all-consuming desire. That it drives me crazy and that's why he always does it. And I hate him for that. I hate that he knows exactly what to do to make me crave him. To make me breathless, whimper and feel all the wrong things that I shouldn't.

Heavens, he knows me too well. Better than I know myself. And what I hate even more is the fact that I enjoy it. I like it. 

Damn it! I want it.

“I want to hear you say the words! I want to hear you say that you don't want this to end!” His voice vibrates on my skin, tickling every nerve on my neck and a moan escapes my lips.

“Yes-yes. I don't want this to end. I don't want it to ever end!” I let out with a heavy breath, not giving it that much thought…

I gasp when Jax spins me around in one swift motion and crushes his lips on mine, his hand in my hair as he holds a fistful of it. He sucks on my lower lips passionately, raw desire and possession all tangled up into one. He shifts to my upper lip, doing the same then catches my tongue between his teeth—nipping just hard enough to send a sharp sting through me. A breathless wince catches in my throat but it instantly melts into a heavy, helpless moan as his lips soothe the sting, consuming me entirely.

I suck in shallow deep breaths when Jackson breaks the kiss, breathless, my lips burning from the intense kiss. The corner of his lips curls into a wicked smile.

“I’m going to show you the reason why this shouldn't end.” He says, his voice holding a promise as his blue eyes shift into a few shades darker under the pale moonlight.

He doesn't give me a chance to completely recover my breath or respond as he grabs me by the neck and smashes his lips to mine. The kiss is fiercer than the last one, making the world spin, my vision blurry and my breath heavy as I fight for air.

Heavens, is this how I am going to die?

His grip around my neck tightens a little. Not too tight to cut off the air, just enough pressure, perhaps giving me a taste of what he promised earlier…

He shifts from my lips, leaving a burning sensation and trails down my chin, kissing, sucking and his mouth doing what is best at. One of my hands finds its way into his already messy hair while the other keeps me stable on the parapet, holding onto it tightly as my nails dig into the concrete.

“Jax…”I let out breathlessly when he gives my breasts a squeeze, pinching my sensitive nipples through the thin fabric while kissing his way down between them. However, he doesn't stop. It seems like nothing can stop him, not my moans or even my whimpers. On the contrary, it fuels his desire and the fire burning inside him as he proceeds kissing his way down, his lips warm against the slim piece of cloth, sending a shiver down my spine.

I gulp when he goes down on one knee before me, then he lifts my nightdress to my waist. I pull my legs together hoping maybe, just maybe, it would help ease the ache between my legs but-it doesn't do that much.

Jackson groans at my action, easily parting my legs.

“This doesn't look like someone who wants all this to end. So fucking wet for me. So good. Just perfect.” A sinful smile tugs on the corner of his lips as he looks at my soaked panties in pure desire. 

Damn it! I have never felt this embarrassed in my entire life. I shouldn't be this dripping wet for him if I meant the words earlier.

Jackson removes my damp panty and throws it somewhere on the rooftop then grabs my left leg and drapes it on his shoulder, burying his face in my pussy then he gives me a long, slow lick from the entrance all the way up to the clit.

“Ja-Jax…” I breathe, grabbing onto his hair tightly and throwing my head back. My eyelids feel heavy from pleasure and my eyes shuts as my lips part into a scream. It feels like the world around me is moving at a high speed. The cold breeze brushes through my hair and my flushed skin but it doesn't help to ease the fire burning inside me. I don't want him to stop. I don't want this, whatever he’s doing to me to ever stop.

He repeats the same movement again, and again, and again, while sucking my hypersensitive clit and tongue fucking me, his hands on my hips holding me in place.

Fuck! This feels good. Too good that I can't take it anymore. A sweet, twisted sin. 

My head hangs off the parapet, “ Jax-I cant…I can't take it anymore.” I cry out, feeling that familiar tightness in the pit of my stomach and my thighs clench at the intensity of it.

He gives me a long hard suck and a breathless moan escapes my lips as pleasure washes over me…

Jackson gently removes my leg from his shoulder, my knees are still weak from the orgasm, my thighs trembling. He rises on his feet and kisses me, groaning into my mouth.

“You taste so fucking good. So addictive.” He says in between the kiss, his voice vibrating against my lips.

I kiss him back weakly, still recovering from everything.

“Can you taste it?” He asks and I hum into the kiss as he continues to devour me with his mouth.

The light kisses blur into visceral and-I can't tell exactly how we ended into this position. My back against Jackson as he presses behind me, my nightdress up my waist, the straps hanging low down my shoulders and my breasts exposed. One of Jackson's hands is on my exposed breast while the other is wrapped around my neck…

Damn it! I can feel his cock pressed at my entrance. I arch my back into a better position so that he can slide inside me but he ignores my actions.

“Tell me that you want this. My cock deep inside you, fucking you so good.” He whispers into my ear, biting onto my earlobe and the dull sting shoots straight to my pussy, making it clench in need.

“Yes…I want it deep inside me. I want it to fill me up.”

Jackson doesn't give me time to catch my breath as he thrusts inside me roughly and a moan escapes my lips. He starts to move instantly, his thrusts deeper and rougher. 

My nails sink into the concrete as everything around me becomes blurry. I have had wild thoughts. However, a thought of Jackson fucking me on the rooftop, in the middle of the night, under the pale moon and stars never crossed my mind. This is crazy. He's insane, wild, reckless and I despise myself for loving that wild side of him.

“You're mine! You don't get to tell me when this should end. I’m the one who decides when and how it should end! Do you hear me, my sweet Eli!” He says, his grip tightening a little on my neck as he thrusts deeper, hitting that sweet spot that makes my mind fuzzy that I can't think straight.

“Yes. I’m all yours. Please don't stop…” My voice comes out more desperate than how I had intended but I don't have time to feel embarrassed or ashamed of myself as the pleasure builds up.

“I have no intention of stopping, my dear Eli.” He says, increasing the pace and giving my breast a tight squeeze.

A few more thrusts and I can feel the build up again, “Jax…” I whisper, clenching around him as the muscles of my belly tighten.

He groans into my neck, “ You're clenching around me so beautifully. You're driving me insane!” His voice is raw and rough as he thrusts even deeper.

“I can feel it-I can feel it coming.” I cry out, my words mixed up as I try to hold on a little longer but…I can't.

“Let it go. Come for me. I like my cock covered with your come.” I finally let go, unable to hold a little longer. The whole of my body shakes as I come harder than last time, my breath ragged and the world beneath my feets shifts and for a moment I’m afraid that I’ll fall off the rooftop but Jackson has his grip tight around me.

However, he doesn't stop…