[ the upcoming content is mature. Please read at your own risk or if you feel uncomfortable SHOOOOOOO! get lost!]
Jay's pov:
The drive was endless, the heat was suffocating. I didn't know where he was taking me. I didn't bother asking him right now either.
We reached to a place. A mansion. Guards straightened maids bowed to him.
"You guys can leave for today. come tomorrow." Keifer said, in a low needy tone.
He dragged me towards the bedroom.
He crashed his lips onto mine sloppy.
Too sloppy. Worse.
I kissed him back.
Author's pov:
Keifer's hands were on Jay's damp red gown, his knuckles brushing against her skin. He stopped for a second, his eyes locking onto hers, searching for even a hint of doubt.
"Jay-Jay," he rasped, his voice lower than she had ever heard it. "If I do this... if I take this off... there is no control anymore. There is no going back to the way we were in Section E. You're mine. Permanently."
Jay-Jay reached up, her fingers covering his hands on the fabric. "I've been yours since the day you tried to kick me out of that classroom, Keifer. Stop talking and show me."
A low, guttural sound—half-laugh, half-growl—escaped his throat as he pulled the gown over her. When he shed his own clothes, the firelight danced over the muscles of his back and the scars that told the story of every time he had fought for her.
He unclasped her bra. Looking at her. Hesitating.
She nodded.
He lowered her onto the bed, his weight a heavy, welcome pressure. As his lips found the swell of her breasts, his tongue swirling and tugging at her, Jay-Jay let out a sharp, high-pitched moan that made him pause.
"Do you like that?" he whispered against her skin, his breath hot and damp.
"I hate how much I like it," she choked out, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him back down. "I hate that you know exactly what you're doing to me."
"I've spent months imagining what you'd sound like when it was just us," he muttered, moving lower. He trailed his tongue down her stomach, his breath ghosting over her skin until she was arching her back, her breath coming in jagged hitches. When his mouth finally found her center.
"Damn it keifer!" Jay breathed.
Jay-Jay's head thrashed against the pillow.
"Keifer! Oh god... Keifer, please—"
"Shh," he murmured, looking up at her with a raw, possessive heat. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to make sure you remember this night for the rest of your life."
Keifer grabbed a condom from the drawer quick. His need desperate.
When he finally joined her, the sensation was so intense it felt like the world was splitting open. Jay-Jay's eyes flew open, her breath catching as she felt the deep, powerful force of him claiming her.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice shaking with the effort of his restraint. When she met his gaze, he began to move- a slow, rhythmic thrust that felt like a silent promise. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You..." she moaned, her voice breaking as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Only you, Keifer. Always."
Every movement was a collision of desire. The rhythm grew more frantic, their skin damp with sweat, the only sound in the room being the heavy thud of the headboard against the wall and the desperate, breathless sounds they made into each other's mouths.
Keifer's movements were powerful and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Jay's as if he were trying to sear this moment into his soul. The rhythm was frantic now, the wooden bed frame creaking in time with the storm outside.
"Keifer... I can't... I'm—" Jay's voice broke, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his arms, her head tossing back against the pillow.
Keifer slowed for a fraction of a second, leaning down so his lips were brushed against her ear, his voice a low, command. "Don't fight it, Jasper Jean. Look at me. I want to see you when it happens."
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he opened her eyes, seeing the raw, terrifying devotion in his gaze. The tension in her core coiled one last time before snapping. A shimmering, pulsing wave of heat crashed over her, and she let out a long, high-pitched moan that turned into a broken cry of his name.
"Keifer! Oh god, Keifer!"
"That's it," he groaned against her neck, his own restraint finally shattering. "Stay right there with me."
As she shuddered under the intensity of her release, she felt the heavy, surging warmth of his own surrender. He let out a low, guttural sound—a mix of a growl and a sob—as he collapsed against her, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder.
For several minutes, the only sound was the jagged rhythm of their breathing and the fading crackle of the fire.
"You okay?" Keifer whispered eventually, his voice thick and barely audible. He shifted his weight, but only enough to pull her tighter against his side, his hand trembling as he brushed a damp lock of hair from her forehead.
Jay-Jay could only nod, her heart still hammering against her ribs
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Author's note:
Ok! here is the chapter guys!
But the mature content did not end here actually. I created another draft. I will send it when the target comment is completed.
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