Chapter Six

NATALIA

I trust that Jace will make the right choice. It’s clear in every gesture, every movement, how much he cares for me. When it matters most, I know he’ll choose me. He’ll protect me. I don’t have to fear being sent back to my family, and I don’t have to worry about any harm coming from Jace’s side.

I can’t tell him who I am yet, even though I know he’s different than the men I grew up around. Jace is full of affection, full of confidence. The hands that roam my back aren’t just touching, they’re worshipping. I’m something special, not just a pawn in a game he’s playing.

He squeezes my hip and pulls me closer to him while the other dances up my spine, settling on the nap of my neck, twisting the baby-fine hairs. He uses the leverage to tilt my head to the side so he can have better access to my mouth, which naturally opens for him.

He’s devouring me, heart and soul. All I can taste and feel is him. He is everywhere all at once. I want him to take me, to claim what he wants so badly. Nothing would make me happier than to entrust myself to him completely.

Our kiss intensifies until it’s more tongue than anything else. Jace’s cock hardens against me, confirmation that he wants this as bad as I do. I’m wet, I can already feel the slick heat between my legs.

“Jace,” I breathe. “Jace.”

“What is it, baby?” he groans.

I can’t think when he’s touching my body like this. It’s exhilarating, how easily he can move me around. My mind conjures the image of him manhandling me, putting me in whatever position he wants. As he grinds against me, I think of how easy it would be for him to use me like a toy.

“You didn’t answer my question, Natalia,” he says, and when I look at his face, I see a smirk there. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. “What is it?”

“I want–” I start, swallowing down a wanton gasp. “I want more.”

“You want more?” he asks as he untangles his hand from my hair. With both his hands on my hips, the friction gets even better and more intense. “Like that?”

“N–no,” I whimper, even though this does feel heavenly.

“Then what do you want?” Jace growls.

“You. I need…your cock, Daddy.” I feel like I’m going insane, like the words coming out of my mouth aren’t my own.

“Fuck,” he mutters before flipping our positions. Now I’m on my back, overpowered by his weight and wide frame. He moves so quickly and my brain seems to misfire as his mouth comes down hard on mine. He pulls my pants down, easily lifting me from the bed. Then my shirt is coming off, my tits springing from the sweatshirt.

I’m completely naked, vulnerable before him. He leans back to take me in, and I let his gaze roam freely over me.

“You’re stunning,” he says.

He brings his hands to my body, snaking them up my smooth flesh before giving my tits a gentle squeeze. My body reacts instantly, the muscles of my stomach twitching as he continues the journey down.

He skips over the place I want him to touch me most, his grip tightening on my thighs. His hands massage the meat of them, sending ripples of anticipation through me. I can’t help but thrust myself forward in an attempt to get more.

“Daddy, please,” I whine.

The effect that word has on him is obvious. He pulls back, his face the picture of desire. I watch with bated breath as he practically rips his shirt from his body. His pants go next, and I’m treated to the sight of his massive, leaking cock. My mouth waters, and my pussy clenches around nothing. I need him inside me. Now.

“Tell me what you want one more time,” he growls, shoving my legs apart and positioning himself between them.

“I want your cock, Daddy,” I request, letting out a sharp yelp when he pushes the first inch of his length inside.

The sensation is unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. It’s more intense than when he was touching me with his hands. The connection is so gratifying. We’re promising each other that we’ll always choose one another.

After a few seconds of adjusting to his girth, Jace rolls his hips into me. His cock goes in deeper, slowly stretching me even further. Inch by inch, he splits me open, impaling me on his length.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, giving me a bruising kiss. “And so fucking wet for me. I’m just as worked up as you are, sweetheart. I’ve wanted you so bad since I first saw you.”

“Me too,” I admit, my manicured nails digging into his muscular back. “I’ve wanted you so bad.”

The words ignite something in him. Instead of the slow and easy pace he started with, he quickly works himself up to something punishing. I throw my head back, loving the way he’s making me take it.

He’s targeting my G-spot, homed in on it like he has some sort of sixth sense. It makes my brain mushy, each snap of his hips sending pleasure straight to my brain. My body quivers, waves of ecstasy making me nothing more than a pile of goop beneath him.

My pussy flutters around his length, and he makes a choked-off noise. Then, he drops his mouth to my neck. His hot breath ghosts over my skin, raising goosebumps on my arms. His lips graze against my throat. After a moment, he attaches his mouth to my pulse point and a ragged sound escapes me.

“Daddy,” I whine, not knowing why I’m talking. “Yes, Daddy. Feels good. Feels so good.”

I keep babbling, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He seems to sense that I’m getting close, and he snakes his hand between us. Then, he starts rubbing against my clit. He uses slight pressure, drawing tight and steady circles around the bundle of nerves.

Fireworks ignite in my entire body. They start in my stomach, shooting up into my chest. Lights dance over the inside of my eyelids. All of a sudden, my orgasm slams into me, and the fireworks morph into a wildfire.

A sound I don’t recognize rips itself from deep inside me. Jace connects our lips, swallowing it down like its sweet nectar. His cock and his hand don’t stop, dragging my climax out as far as he can. And, even after it starts to wane, he keeps going.

“Jace,” I scream, my nails digging into his skin even further.

His hips stutter. His cock twitches inside me. His savage growl hits my eardrums, then a few seconds later, he starts filling me up even further.

Spurts of his hot load are fucked inside of me. I writhe beneath him, loving the feeling of being claimed completely by him. He keeps the roll of his hips up, letting my sex milk him for all that he’s worth.

When his orgasm subsides, the two of us lie there, breathing each other’s air and basking in the afterglow. I’m more satisfied than I ever thought possible. In that moment, I know that this man is my future. He’s my family. Those men that I grew up with are nothing to me. The only thing I’m grateful to them for is bringing me into this world so I could meet Jace.

“You seem tired,” Jace tells me as he pulls out.

“I am,” I sigh, missing his warmth.

“Try to stay awake for just another minute,” he says, pushing my hair away from my face before bending down to press a kiss to my nose. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to clean you up and we can get to sleep.”

“Stay,” I say, not caring about the cum leaking out of me.

Jace smiles before climbing back into bed with me. He pulls me against his chest, stroking my messy hair in a comforting gesture. It doesn’t take long for me to drift off to sleep with images of what our future is going to look like dancing in my head.