(Casey’s POV)
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A piercing moan escaped my lips—raw, breathy, and desperate. My fingers clutched the sheets like lifelines, knuckles white as Jace’s hand gripped my waist, anchoring in place. His touch was firm and dominant, but laced with a tenderness that made my heart race almost as fast as my pulse. He kept thrusting into , his fingers digging into my flesh.
With his other hand, he teased my breast, kneading it gently before letting his thumb circle my nipple with infuriating patience. Every stroke sent tiny jolts of pleasure dancing through my nerves, tightening my core and making it harder to breathe. My body was a trembling ss, my thighs trembling, my back arching instinctively, begging for more.
My eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted in shallow gasps, trying—failing—to process the intensity of what I was feeling. It was too much... and sohow not enough.
"Jace..." I whispered, his na a mix of plea and praise. "Please..."
He chuckled low against the back of my neck, the sound wicked and reverent at once. "You’re so damn beautiful like this," he murmured, brushing a soft kiss along my shoulder. "Falling apart in my hands... just as I said you would!"
He began to move slower then—more deliberately—drawing the pleasure out, coaxing the fire in to burn hotter, deeper. I wanted to cry from how good it felt, how full and worshiped I was in his arms.
"I want all of you," I moaned, barely able to form the words.
"You already have ," he growled softly, "and I’m not letting go."
I let out a shuddering breath, my body trembling beneath the weight of his touch, his presence, his passion. Every ti he filled up, it was like the world faded to nothing—just the two of us tangled in sweat and desire. Jace moved inside with a rhythm that wasn’t rushed, wasn’t wild, but sothing far more dangerous—deliberate.
Each stroke was slow, achingly deep, like he wanted to morize the way I felt wrapped around him, to brand it into his mory forever. He wasn’t chasing release—he was worshiping with every thrust, every drawn-out movent. His chest brushed against my back, the heat of his skin igniting mine as he buried his face in the curve of my neck, breathing in.
"You feel like heaven," he murmured against my skin, his voice rough and low, sending delicious chills across my spine. His fingers laced with mine, holding our hands tight above my head, grounding as my body writhed beneath him, desperate and trembling.
I arched into him, eting each thrust with slow, hungry movents of my own. My moans were soft, breathy, filled with longing, and they seed to drive him deeper, harder, yet never breaking that sacred rhythm he’d locked us into.
The room was thick with the scent of us, the sound of our bodies moving together, the rustle of sheets, and the deep, guttural sighs of a man who wasn’t just making love—he was claiming in the most intimate way possible.
I turned toward him, breath hitching in anticipation. This ti, he didn’t stop —he didn’t need to. His gaze held mine, dark and intense, and in that silent exchange, everything changed.
My legs instinctively parted, inviting him in. He moved over , claiming the space between my thighs, settling his body against mine in the most intimate of ways. I watched with bated breath as he guided his cock back into , causing my entire body to tremble with intense pleasure. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, locking my ankles behind him as if to tether him to —body, soul, everything. Neither of us was going anywhere until we fed this aching need that was threatening to destroy both of us.
With a low, guttural groan, he thrust into , slow and deliberate, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he filled completely. The stretch, the heat, the exquisite friction—it was overwhelming in the most perfect way.
"Ahh... fuck..." I moaned, the sound spilling from my lips unbidden as the pleasure tore through like fire licking at dry paper. My hands, which had been clinging to the back of his neck, slipped away, lost in the storm he was stirring inside . My eyes closed of their own accord, as I tried to bask in the exquisite feeling going through .
"Open your eyes," he growled, his voice a raw command in the quiet space between our gasps. "Look at ."
His words cut through the haze and I obeyed. Slowly, I opened my eyes—and there he was. Jace. Beautiful, intense, vulnerable. His eyes bore into mine, and for a second, it felt like the world had vanished around us. The only thing that existed was this—us.
He moved inside with agonizing slowness, each stroke a promise, each thrust a declaration. It wasn’t just about pleasure anymore. It was about connection. It was about baring everything we were to each other and taking the leap.
In his eyes, I saw it all—desire, tenderness, longing... love.
As the heat coiled low in my belly, and I felt myself falling apart beneath him, I realized the truth I had been denying for too long.
I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Jace Blackwood.
He leaned closer and kissed , all the while still working his cock inside . I tightened my ankles around him, tightening my walls around his cock as well, doing everything I could to make this experience as exquisite as possible for both of us. I ran my fingers across his chest, wanting to eat him all up.
And soon, the pace began to increase. By this ti, he was no longer the one in control, the passion had taken over and we were now at the rcy of our feelings. I held onto him with my legs, grabbing his firm butts with my hands as I pulled him closer to as if I wanted his cock to go even deeper inside .
He grunted hard, huffing as he slipped out of and slamd back in.
"I’m fucking cuming..." he groaned as I tightened my velvet walls around him, he was no match for the intense pleasure and the control it demanded of him. He spasd and shook as his climax hit him. I held on tight to him as his entire body convulsed against and he spewed his load deep inside . This triggered my own orgasm, causing to tremble as if an earthquake was tearing through .
This had to be the longest orgasm we ever had because as the first one seed to subside, it began all over again. Jerking and squirming while he was still buried deep inside . And as usual, his climax tripped off my own. It kept going that way for about five minutes, before reducing to micro orgasms. And by the ti that was over, we were spent and fully satisfied.
Breathing hard, Jace fell on top of . His face was buried between my breasts. I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the feel of his weight on top of . However, he soon turned over so that I was the one lying on his chest. I placed my ear on his chest and I could hear his heartbeat struggling to get back under control. It was the sa for , I just wanted to rest and get myself back.
I was just coming off the most chaotic day and night of my life, and it was still the best. I had allowed myself to let loose with the man I loved and it had been magical. However, it was ti for to wake up and get back to reality.
I remained on his chest for about thirty minutes, but soon enough, I turned and was about to get up when he grabbed my arm, "Babe, where are you off to?"
"Work... I’ve got so important etings I can’t put off. Rember that I didn’t go to work yesterday."
"What’s the point of being your own boss if you can’t take as many days off as you like?"
I grinned at him, "Well, I’m not at that stage yet. I still have so pretty important people to et today, and we also have to find Maven today, rember?"
"Yeah," Jace ran his fingers through his hair. "So, what’s your plan going to be?"
I pursed my lips, "I need to get to the office as soon as I can, or Liam would be overwheld by the amount of work he would have to field on my behalf. What about you?"
Jace gave a slight shrug, "not much. I’ll go to the office to run so things with Lena, I also have so etings to be at. I should have attended to them yesterday, but we both know how that went."
"You see?" I said, "We both have a lot to do."
He nodded, "I’ll also go with Ethan to find out who this fucking Maven guy is."
I paused then as I looked at him, "You guys can’t go after him without ."
I saw that he was about to disagree so I hurriedly went on, "I still believe that I know that guy, I’m sure that I’ve seen him sowhere and it was very recently. Maybe a few seconds with him would remind of where I saw him. I’m sure of that."
He looked at , "When we get to that bridge, we cross it."
I studied him, it wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but I knew that it was going to have to do. I eventually shrugged, "it seems we have our entire day cut out for us."
I thought about it, between the pending lawsuit and having to deal with Kira again, it wasn’t much to look forward to. However, this wasn’t sothing that I could hide.
I got up from the bed, ready to start preparing for my day.
"Babe," he called .
I stopped in my tracks and turned to him. His voice sounded serious and somber.
"What is it?"
"There is sothing I have to ask you."
At that mont, I knew he was about to ask for a very big favor!
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