classified as a scream. His mouth moved down to my ear, gently biting into my
lobe. “My favorite sound,” he drawled into my ear, and every inch of me shivered.
His lips then moved to my neck, kissing and biting and making my skin come alive.
I couldn’t help but scratch my nails down the back of his arms. My hips pushed
forward to meet his every thrust, giving me just enough to push me over the edge.
“Oh, God.” I moaned, my orgasm finally taking over and sending me right into
that blissful rush of heat.
Before my orgasm was even over, Darren quickly pulled out, flipped me onto my
hands and knees, and rammed right back into me, sending my pleasure to new
heights. Cries of absolute ecstasy echoed from my throat as Darren grabbed my hair
and held my head tightly in place while his other hand took my hip in a bruising
grip.
“Fuck. I’m never going more than a few hours without fucking you, princess.”
He groaned. “I’ve forgotten how good you feel.” He grunted as he drove in and out
of me, leaving me breathless and begging for more as I rode out the remaining
waves of my orgasm. As it died down, the pain began to bloom at my side, but I
ignored it, too engrossed with what was going on behind me.
“Who do you belong to, Jaden?” Darren growled behind me, twisting my hair
tighter in his fist and fucking me with that much more force. When I didn’t answer
right away, he slapped my ass hard enough to leave a bruise and forced a scream
from my throat. He wasn’t as rough as he usually was, but that didn’t mean he was
exactly gentle either. “Answer me, little girl, now,” he barked.
“Ah!” I groaned as the pressure against my G-spot grew all over again. “You,
you selfish bastard!” I yelled as my fingers nearly clawed through the sheets.
Another smack to my ass for the sass. “And don’t you ever fucking forget it.”
A few seconds later, Darren finally found his release and emptied himself into
me completely, finishing off my second orgasm. When it was over, he released me,
and I fell flat on my stomach, fully satisfied and out of breath.
“So no more stir-fry, right?” I asked, my chest heaving for air. With each
breath, the ache in my side I had ignored earlier continued to grow, becoming more
and more noticeable, but not enough for me to give voice to my concern. I had
probably only strained the muscle a bit. No big deal.
I could feel Darren’s form lower, his lips finding my temple and kissing me
softly. “No more stir-fry,” he affirmed gently.
I sighed in satisfaction, almost victorious, and closed my eyes only for a moment
before exhaustion took over completely and surrounded me in blackness.
God-fucking-dammit.
I had been an idiot, a total fucking idiot. I had robbed myself of the greatest
thing I had ever known just so I would learn never to allow it to slip through my
fingers again. And though it had been well worth the wait, I would never put myself
through that shit again, no matter what Jaden did. I wanted her whole so I could
fuck her broken. The recovery time wouldn’t be as long then.
Jaden was out like a light, and I wasn’t really that surprised. I hadn’t exactly
gone easy on her, too anxious and desperate to finally have her again. Her body was
spent as she laid beneath me, her soft milky white skin and long red hair
contrasting beautifully against the dark green satin sheets. All I wanted to do was
wrap those silky red strands around my fist and pull just to hear that gasp of desire
leave her lungs. My heart started to race just thinking about her, and it made me
realize how totally fucking obsessed I was.
I left Jaden to sleep, grabbed a pair of black sweatpants, and went into the
bathroom for a quick shower. If I didn’t walk away now, we wouldn’t be leaving that
bed for days, and Jaden was not up for that … yet.
Five minutes later, I was out of the shower, and my dick had finally calmed
down. I changed into the sweatpants, all the while drying my hair with the towel. I
could have sworn I heard Jaden call out my name, something she never did.
Panic struck me as I wrenched the bathroom door open and rushed over to her,
trying to keep myself calm. Jade was hunched in a ball on the bed, her closed fists
pressing into her forehead as she strained against her obvious pain. Fuck, I should
have been gentler with her.
“Where does it hurt, Jaden?” I asked gently, leaning over her to examine every
inch.
Her eyes
