Chapter 5 A SWEET NIGHTMARE 2
Nancy's POV
I lay on the soft mattress of his bed, his body hovering above mine.
His weight was supported by his forearms, but I could still feel the heat of him, the warmth radiating off his skin as it pressed gently against me.
Then, without a word, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, revealing a sculpted chest and arms that looked like they'd been carved from stone-so solid, so defined, I wanted nothing more than to run my hands across every inch of him.
His hand slid along the side of my neck, thumb brushing over my lips as he leaned in closer, his breath warm and ragged against my mouth.
Then I saw it-hesitation flickering in his eyes.
He was searching me, looking for doubt.
But there was none.
I didn't pull away.
I wanted him, all of him.
And he must've seen it too, because he closed the distance between us and kissed me-slow, deep, and aching with hunger.
One of his hands slipped beneath my shirt, his rough palm a stark contrast against my soft skin.
I arched my head back in anticipation as his fingers moved slowly up my stomach, causing me to tremble.
His mouth followed every inch of exposed skin as he tugged my shirt higher, landing promises-like kisses until he reached the swelling of my chest.
Then, in one smooth motion, he tugged the shirt over my head, pausing only briefly to discard it before his lips found me again.
The cool air against my bare skin made me gasp, but his lips were quick to warm me again.
He kissed my collarbone, the tops of my breasts, every touch gentle yet filled with a barely restrained urgency.
His weight grounded me, but his touch set me afloat-like I was suspended in something sweet and endless.
He slid his hand up my back and buried his face in the crook of my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
The sensation was a delicious sting, making my body tighten and melt at once.
I leaned into him, wanting to feel every part of him, needing him closer.
I unclasped my bra and let it slip from my shoulders, tossing it aside as I arched toward him.
His hands trailed slowly up my sides, each movement sending another wave of warmth through me.
When his fingers finally reached my breast, he paused, locking eyes with me.
My breath hitched.
My body was already trembling, already begging, and he hadn't even fully touched me yet.
He dipped his head and pressed a kiss between my breasts, then drew one nipple into his mouth.
I gasped, back arching as pleasure crashed through me.
His tongue flicked over me, teasing, then he scked gently and I couldn't hold in the soft moan that escaped.
The sensation was overwhelming-sweet, raw, and impossible to ignore.
When his teeth grazed me, I whimpered.
My thighs clenched and I instinctively tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting the moment to end.
I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle another cry, but my body betrayed me, arching toward him, desperate for more.
My skin burned, flushed and hypersensitive.
My breath came in shallow gasps.
I clutched his shoulders like they were the only anchor keeping me from floating away.
His hand drifted lower, trailing down from my waist to my hips, each touch deliberate and possessive.
I shivered beneath him as warmth pooled between my thighs.
He stopped at the waistband of my pants and looked up, his eyes meeting mine with an unspoken question.
I gave him a small, certain nod, wanting this-wanting him.
He leaned in and kissed me once more before his fingers hooked into my pants and began sliding them down.
The fabric resisted slightly, hugging my curves before finally giving way to his touch.
He peeled them over my hips and thighs, planting soft kisses as he went.
His breath was hot against my skin, every movement slow and reverent, making me feel bared in every sense.
I trembled as his fingers ran back up my thighs, slow, tracing fire across my skin.
His eyes stayed locked on mine, grounding me in the storm of sensation.
"Let me take care of you," he whispered, his voice rough and low, thick with meaning.
His eyes held things he wasn't yet ready to say-but I felt every word in the way he touched me.
He pressed a kiss to my lower waist, his lips trailing lower, slow and reverent.
They brushed over my thighs with a touch so feather-light it sent a full-body tremor through me.
I barely had time to catch my breath before his tongue found me.
I gasped, a slow, involuntary moan escaping my lips as my fingers fisted the bedcovers.
My back arched on instinct, the world narrowing down to the heat of his mouth and the growing pressure that curled tight and hot deep inside me-ready to snap.
His tongue moved with agonizing slowness, each stroke deliberate, each pause intentional, and that only stoked the fire inside me higher.
My hips lifted in response, a soft cry tumbling from my lips as I arched my head back.
My fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him.
He held me down gently, his hands firm but tender as he hummed against me, savoring every gasp, every twist, every silent plea I gave him.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't speak.
I could only feel it.
Each flick of his tongue sent sparks ricocheting through me, unraveling me thread by thread.
My hands twisted in the sheets, my breath faltered, and the pleasure coiled tighter with every passing second-sharper, hotter, more intense.
My entire body trembled, strung tight and trembling under the weight of sensations I could no longer hold back.
And when release tore through me, it was like a violent storm bursting inside me-raw, blinding, and unrelenting.
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Jaxon's POV
She lay beneath me, chest rising and falling in uneven waves, her breath still catching.
I watched the flush in her cheeks, the way her lashes fluttered like she was still suspended in whatever bliss had just claimed her.
I couldn't stop myself.
I leaned in and kissed the curve of her hip, slow and reverent, then moved upward, kissing the soft plane of her stomach.
I traced a line up her body like I was worshiping her with my mouth.
She gasped, so soft it was nearly a whisper, and I smiled against her skin, kissing the center of her chest-right above her racing heart.
When our lips met again, I let her feel the truth of what had just happened-raw, honest, and burning with everything I couldn't say aloud.
Her hands curled into my hair, her kiss deep, hungry, like she wasn't ready to come down just yet.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Into her.
She wasn't retreating.
No fear.
No doubt.
Just that same fire, reflecting in her eyes, a mirror to my own.
Then, slowly, deliberately, I leaned away to slide out of my pants, unbuckling them while her gaze followed me.
There was no shame there.
No hesitation.
Just wonder... and something more.
Desire.
Trust.
Need.
I moved over her carefully, giving her every chance to stop me.
But she didn't.
Instead, her hands rose, guiding me in, inviting me closer.
That was all I needed.
I found her eyes as I guided myself to her, then buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in like she was the only thing keeping me whole.
The world tilted, and for a moment, everything slowed.
Each breath.
Each heartbeat.
Each touch.
And then we moved-together-not fast, not frantic, but like we were building something lasting.
Every thrust was slow, sure, and meaningful.
Every sigh echoed with something deeper.
With her, it wasn't just physical-it was everything.
I felt her fingers claw softly at my back, her mouth brushing over my jaw, then trailing to my neck as we held each other through the rising tide.
The pressure grew, coiling tighter between us, like fire catching on dry leaves-wild, consuming, inevitable.
Her moans and whispered pleas sounded like music in my ears, each one pulling me deeper, urging me closer to the edge.
And when we finally let go-when release tore through us like lightning splitting the sky-we shattered, together, all at once.
I pulled her closer, tucking her against me, my lips pressing soft, reverent kisses to her neck.
I held her like a lifeline, like I would never let her go, not now-not ever.