Page 144 of The Broken Keys

She stares at me with those big blue eyes. “Just how do you expect this to work, Jax?”

“Easy. I’ll bring some items from my home in the Palisades and put them into drawers.”

She playfully slaps my chest. “Okay, smartass. You know that’s not what I mean.”

“What are you worried about?”

“What if my parents stop by unannounced?”

I shrug. “Then we address it then.”

“Says Mr. I Control Everything.”

“Would you prefer if I stay away?”

“No. I want you here.”

“Then it’s settled.” I pull her closer to me. “I won’t be careless with you.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

She shifts beneath me, her legs parting in invitation. The scent of her perfume mingles with the heat from our bodies—warm spice, sex, and something uniquely Livianna that I’d recognize anywhere.

“I want more of you, king.” Her fingers trail down my chest, her touch leaving fire in its wake.

I capture her mouth in a kiss that tastes like the promise of everything I want with her. She moans, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

“Mon trésor, I can’t get enough of you.” I kiss down her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips. “I thought about this. About being inside you.”

“Then stop thinking and do something about it.” She rocks her hips against me.

I groan at the friction. “You’re insatiable.”

“And you love it.”

“That I do.”

I take my time exploring her body, mapping every curve and hollow with my hands and mouth. Her skin is warm silk beneath my palms, and when I cup her breast, her nipple peaks against my thumb.

“Jax, please.” Her breathless plea unravels my control.

I settle between her thighs. She’s already wet and ready for me. When I push inside, we both go still. The sensation of being joined with her, of feeling her body accept mine, never gets old.

“Fuck, firecracker.” I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. “You feel insanely wonderful.”

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Harder, Jax. I need it harder.”

I set a rhythm that’s both tender and intense, each thrust deliberate and claiming. The sound of our bodies grinding together fills the room—skin on skin, her gasps mixing with my groans, the headboard tapping against the wall.

I frame her face with my hands. “Let me see you unravel.”

Her gaze locks with mine, and the intimacy of it steals my breath. This isn’t just sex. This is connection, trust, and love spoken in touches and sighs.

Her breath hitches as I drive into her, fused like we’re the only two souls in the universe. Her expression is raw and overwhelming, mirroring the storm raging in my chest.

I thrust deeper, harder, chasing the edge where pleasure blurs into something primal. Her walls clench around me, slick and hot, pulling me in like the tide she embodies.