She only had the chance to make an encouraging noise before he was pushing forward once more, choking her with his cock as her pussy clenched around aching emptiness.
Two heartbeats. Three. Jasper drew back, gliding his fist over his slick shaft. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
She wanted so much. She wanted everything, and for the first time she truly believed that was exactly what she’d get. Everything she craved, everything she needed. Heart pounding, she watched him stroke his cock with his broad fingers and gave him raw truth. “I want you inside me, any way I can have you.”
He lifted her against him and spun, pressing her to the wall. “When I mark you—” The shaking words cut off as he drove into her with one long, hard thrust. “I want more than your throat. I want the ink all the way across your shoulders.” With his hips pinning her in place, he lifted one hand to trace a meandering line across her collarbone and down to her upper arm.
With her legs wrapped around his body, the chains had just enough give to allow her to touch his sides. She scraped her nails along his skin, marking him in her own way as her body pulsed around the unforgiving steel of his erection. “You might need to get Ace another painting.”
Jasper’s eyes went dark, his pupils dilating as he ground deeper. “I’ll think of something.” His fingers slipped around to tease at the back of her neck. “Down your spine?”
The thought made her groan. “Only if you want to fuck me right there in Ace’s chair.”
He cupped her ass and lifted her higher. “Maybe we’ll take turns.”
She wanted to reply, but the new angle was too sharp, driving his cock up into her with an intensity that scrambled her thoughts. Pleasure was building again, the kind that would wipe everything else away but the driving need to shatter that tension, and she was utterly helpless. Pinned between him and the wall, caught in his grip, her hands trapped. She couldn’t even get the leverage to
“That’s right.” He rocked his hips in a short thrust, then backed away from the wall, kept moving until his legs hit the bed. He sat down and then lay back with Noelle on top of him. “This is what you were trying to do—ride my cock.”
Still gasping for breath, she dug her fingernails into her own thighs and shifted experimentally. It might have been easier if she could have braced her hands against his chest, but there was something more intoxicating about having control—almost. The velvet and leather shackled her, a constant reminder of his power even as she claimed her own, lifting her hips only to drive down, taking him deep and hard, just how she wanted him.
Jasper met the next desperate rock with a rough noise. Instead of guiding her hips, urging her on, he slipped his fingers up her thigh, past the leather, to center on her clit. “Come on me.”
Her hips jerked. Her rhythm faltered. It shouldn’t have been so easy to haul her back up to that edge, but he had a way of touching her, the calloused tips of his fingers circling rough and fast, building up friction that rocketed through her in jolts that came closer and closer together.
In moments she’d lost her thrusts entirely, settling into a grinding rock that did more to rub her clit against his fingers. “Jas,” fell from her lips, again and again, each time more breathless, but as the tension twisted tighter his name twisted, turned to
When her body seized, throwing her into the bliss of release, even that word was beyond her. She cried out —groaned, moaned,
He took over then, gripping her hips and pounding into her. It kept her up when she might have floated down, twisted her straight into another orgasm so fierce and powerful it ached. His short fingernails dug into her skin, quick flashes of pain that traveled to her lower back, higher, his hands scrabbling as if he could draw her closer.
“
She slumped forward when he stilled, and he caught her and lowered her to his chest with more gentleness than she would have managed. With her ear pressed to his skin she could hear the racing of his heart, as quick and frantic as her own, and she closed her eyes and drifted on the peace of being his.
After long moments of silence broken by nothing but their ragged breathing, Jasper’s chest heaved under her cheek in a sigh. “I meant it, you know.”
Her thoughts were so scattered that it took a moment to understand. But only a moment. It had been there all along, seething underneath her skin, the truth that had made everything that much more intense, that much brighter.
Turning her head, she pressed an openmouthed kiss to the skin above his heart. “I don’t know anything about love. But I’ve never felt…” She trailed off and lifted her head. “I’ve never
“Then I have a lot to show you, don’t I?”
She tried to lean up to reach his lips, but her arms were still trapped, and she found herself oddly reluctant to do anything that might change that. Instead she nuzzled his throat. “If love is trust and need and always feeling better when I’m with you… I love you.”
“Good,” he said gruffly. Then he kissed her, soft and lingering. “How long do you want to wait to get your marks?”
“Until my knees aren’t so wobbly?”
Jasper laughed. “It takes a little longer than that, sweetheart. First, we have to ask Dallas.”
That made her frown, though she doubted he would protest. “He gets a say?”
“This is Sector Four,” Jasper reminded her gently.
Of course. Apparently Dallas got a say in everything that happened, from sweeping political grandstanding to the quiet moments between two people. Though maybe she shouldn’t begrudge him that, when he clearly took the responsibility seriously. “All right. So we ask Dallas. And then what?”
“Then we go see Ace, get your marks. And when they’re all done and healed up, we show them off to the rest of the gang.”
“A party?”
“Mmm. Let everyone know we belong to each other.” Jasper tilted her head up and studied her. “Do you want me marked too?”
Her ink on his skin. Her mark, as permanent and undeniable as the one he’d place on her. “Yes. Even if I have to pay Ace for it myself.”
A grin. “Nah. In this case, I think he’ll kick it in for free.”
“Maybe, if he’s hoping for another show. Or a chance to play.” She rested her chin on his chest and watched his face. “I don’t care either way, you know. Whether you let other people touch me, or don’t, it was never about them. Ace, Dallas… It doesn’t matter who’s touching me. It’s hot because of you.”
“I know.” He stroked the delicate skin at the base of her throat. “I always knew.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “That doesn’t mean I don’t still like how… illicit it feels. Maybe I should be ashamed of that, but I don’t think I am. You like me this way.”
He arched an eyebrow and tightened his hand ever so slightly around her neck.
Blood singing, Noelle closed her eyes and savored the gentle steel grip, savored its warning and its promise. A lifetime without shame, because of the words that tripped from her lips, the truth he’d demanded.
The only truth that mattered now. “You love me this way.”
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Beyond Shame
Copyright © 2012 by Kit Rocha
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s
