Page 71 of The Jaded Notes

He tears the wrapper open, his eyes hooked to mine. “You’re in control, Livianna. If you want me to stop, say theword. But if you’re ready, I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

My heartbeat accelerates. “I’m ready.”

“Good.” He sheathes himself with practiced ease, then returns to me. “Now, look at me.”

I obey instantly, my gaze locking with his.

“You’re mine, Livianna, and I want you to say it.”

The demand sends a thrill through me, and I nod.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, the words spilling out like a wish I’ve been holding onto for years.

“Louder,” he growls, his hands tightening on my hips. “I want to hear you mean it.”

“I’m yours, Jax.” My voice rises, threaded with passion.

“That’s right.” His lips brush my collarbone. “Now, let me show you what it means to be mine.”

His.

I let the idea settle between my ribs and seep into my heart. The thought of being his covers me in a warmth I’m not expecting.

He’s always calmed me, always had a way of making me believe I’m safe, and tonight is no different.

“Tell me you want me, or this doesn’t happen.” His breath is hot against my skin.

I moan, my chest arching toward him. “I want you.”

He doesn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, his body covers mine. His weight is comforting, grounding me as he kisses me deeply, his tongue twining with mine. It fuels the fire burning inside me.

“Livianna,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice rough with need. “You’re mine.”

His words send adrenaline through me, and I nod. My hands roam over his chest, over hard planes of muscle beneath my palms.

He’s so strong, so powerful, and yet he’s gentle with me. His touch is careful as he positions himself between my legs.

“Are you ready?” His eyes search mine.

My stomach twists. “Yes.”

He pushes into me and gives me time to adjust to him. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me tensing.

He’s by far the most endowed man I’ve ever been with. The pressure sits right on the edge of pain.

He must read that from me because he’s gentle with his movements. He’s controlled as he fills me. When he’s finally buried inside me, he pauses and nestles his face into the crook of my neck.

“You’re so beautiful.” He kisses below my ear.

Warmth blankets me, filling every cell, every fiber of my being. I’m starting to believe I might not make it out of this in one piece because I’m slipping…falling into him when I promised myself I wouldn’t.

I ignore the thought and wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop.”

He keeps going, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Fuck, Livianna. You’re so fucking tight.” His voice turns rough, insistent. “Tell me how it feels for you.”

“It’s…amazing.” I gasp, my nails digging into his back.