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Something snarky caught at the edge of her tongue, but it seemed she’d forgotten how to speak. Nothing but a moan escaped when his thumb rolled over her other nipple.

“I can see you glistening, Thea. You’re fucking soaked.”

‘When I finally take you, you’re going to want to be sober.’

His earlier words echoed, and her body reacted in a way she’d never had with any other man. He took his time brushing against her skin, his fingers moving with a languorous stroke between her legs. His hand hovered, and Thea heaved with panting breaths.

She watched him in the mirror, Jax’s eyes locked to where his finger dipped inside her pussy.

“Hmm,” he hummed, lips lifting into a smirk that was almost enough to send her over the edge. “Ask me what I want, little thief.”

Chapter 36

Jax

Fuck. He’d forgotten how tight she was, her cunt surely going to strangle his cock. He had to take his time, otherwise he risked hurting her with how much he was holding back.

“Ask me what I want, little thief.”

Her eyes were like saucers, pupils so wide they obscured the beautiful copper brown. Each breath was a struggle, the skin of her breasts flushed. It highlighted the tightness of her nipples, ones that begged to be tortured with his teeth.

But he wasn’t yet ready to turn her, needing to prep before she could take his size.

So, he kept his jeans on, knowing that as soon as they were off, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from finally taking her. He should win a fucking reward for his patience, especially when Thea’s cunt trembled around his finger.

“Thea?” he growled, thumb brushing over the little bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. It was like she’d been electrocuted, her body arching at only the slightest of touch. She was already so close, and every second was snapping at his control. “Ask me what I want.”

She was so fucking wet, her thighs slick with it. His finger had worked her up so easily, and now, as he teased a second time, her lips opened with a gasp.

“What… what do you want?”

His fingers thrust, twisting to brush the spot inside that had her moans vibrating straight down the length of his cock. He set a steady rhythm, watching her breasts bounce and her cries reach fever pitch. But just before she went over the edge, he burrowed his spare hand into her hair, forcing her up to meet his gaze in the reflection.

“Everything.”

Pulling her head back, his lips claimed hers just as the first ripple of her orgasm ripped through her, his tongue tasting her scream as she gushed over his hand. She tasted like sweetness and sin. Life and death. Before he lived in a world shadowed in darkness, but now he was all about the fucking rainbows.

Thea moaned against his lips, wiggling against him so she could finally turn. There was fire in her gaze, her expression set with a determination he couldn’t help but revel in. He didn’t stop her when she went for the fastening of his jeans, her movements rushed.

He groaned when she finally freed his cock, the length aching with how hard he was.

“Don’t worry,” he said when she paused. “It’ll fit.”

THEA

It’s not going to fit.

Nope.

Not happening.

She couldn’t even close her hand around the fucking thing.

That wasn’t a cock. It was an anaconda.

Jax’s laugh echoed around her, the sound so deep and surprising it took a second to realise what it was. And also the fact she’d said her last comment out loud rather than in the privacy of her own head.

“Trust me?” he said, his low tone pure sex and sin.