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Jacob had a feeling
that should he show the slightest weakness now, then there would be no end to her demands. She snarled, displaying those cute, though vicious little canines as she made for the door once again.
“No. Faith. ” His arms went around hers, trapping them at her sides, wrapping around her waist. No way in hell was he getting near her mouth right now. Bloodthirsty little shrew.
He pressed his cock into the cheeks of her ass as he lifted her against him, turned and walked into the living room. He dumped her on the couch, then pushed her back when she would have jumped up. He stood over her, frowning down at her, becoming drunk on the sweet scent coming from her luscious cunt. He had fed her, now he was going to fuck her. Fuck her until she couldn’t fight, couldn’t argue and sure as hell wouldn’t have the energy to go after coffee, beer or a fucking vibrator.
Chapter Eleven
Jacob came down on top of her, his body stretching along the length of hers, long and hot, all male and sending her senses into riot. She could feel the heated length of his erection as he settled over her, his legs on each side of her, holding her captive beneath him as he caught his weight on his arms. His hard chest cushioned her breasts, his hair falling forward, framing the savage features of his face.
“Hurry and do it, and get off me,” she bit out furiously, hating her body’s response, her need to feel the driving length of his cock separating her, penetrating her, only to have him desert her seconds after climaxing.
She needed more than just the sex. Faith had always known that, had always realized that what she needed from him, he likely couldn’t provide. She needed him to hold her, touch her. She needed more than the rough ride and the desertion later. She needed the warmth of his body as the tremors of release shook her. She needed his voice, soft and gentle as he held her.
As he lay over her, six years of fantasies and loving daydreams drifted through her head, her heart. They pulsed in her soul as bright and hot as the lust throbbed in her pussy.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he whispered down at her, his eyes brooding, heavy lidded as he watched her. “Do you even realize what happened, Faith? What I did to you as I climaxed inside that sweet, hot body of yours?”
She frowned, breathing roughly. She didn’t want him to talk. She wanted him to fuck her, to love her and hold her. Explanations could come later.
She stared up at him in confusion. “Does it matter? Just do it again. ”
She didn’t need explanations, she needed relief. She needed him to ease the fury of arousal, the ache of loneliness, and the dreams that had shattered over the years.
A strained laugh escaped his throat. His hands framed her face, one thumb smoothing over her lips in a slow stroke.
“Faith, I locked inside you,” he told her, his body tightening against her as she stared up at him, wondering if it was supposed to be a bad thing.
“You’re large—”
“I knotted inside you, Faith,” he bit out. “My cock swelled further, until the middle was the size of your fist or larger, baby. I couldn’t pull free. Like an animal, Faith. ”
She fought to breathe. He sounded furious, enraged over it. She swallowed tightly. She had known that was coming, if Jacob took her. Hope had already warned her.
“Hope handles it,” she whispered. “Wolfe didn’t get angry with her—”
His body tensed further
“You knew this would happen?” he asked her carefully.
Faith stared up at him, anticipation pounding through her body. He was pressed to her from thigh to breast, and the heat of his body was driving her crazy.
“I thought you knew,” she told him breathlessly. “Hope told me about that when she found out Wolfe was sending me after you. She said I needed to know. I thought you knew. There have been other women—”
“It’s never happened before, Faith,” he growled. Damn, that harsh rumble from his throat made her entire body tremble.
Her heart was racing out of control, she could feel the slow slide of her juices coating her cunt, preparing her, pleading with her to open herself, to force him to take her again, to fill her, burn her with his heat and his hardness.
She licked her lips, trying to ease the dryness that assailed them. She looked up at him hesitantly, meeting his hungry gaze, aching for his kiss.
“I liked it, Jacob,” she whispered, her hands moving beneath his shirt, touching the tight, muscular flesh at the side of his abdomen. “You didn’t hurt me. ”
She felt and heard his indrawn breath as she touched him. She paused, wondering if she should. How she had always dreamed of touching him. Was it like the cuddling afterward, forbidden?
“Don’t stop,” he whispered as she paused.
He levered up, allowing her hand to work under the T-shirt. Instead, she drew back, hooked her hands in the material and ripped it. Excitement flared over her as she heard the rending material, saw the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen finally revealed. The rush of blood through her system seemed satisfied by that small act of savagery. The need to assert herself, her desire, screamed through her body.
