Page 66 of A Secret In The Garden

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered again. I twisted my body around to face him. My eyes took in the sight of his broad shoulders and naked body by the darkening light of the sunset, and all I could do was stare as my hands found his ridged stomach. Then chest. Then his pounding cock.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. I could tell he was holding back. There was a menacing edge of danger to his voice that I hadn’t heard before, and it terrified and enticed me at the same time.

I nodded and pulled him down to kiss me. He resisted and pulled back.

“Eliza, do you trust me?” His expression looked almost angry, he was so serious. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I trust you, Jasper,” I said, pulling him into a kiss, which he finally allowed.

It was as if dynamite had been set off between us. Jasper was not the type of man to easily give up control, but he had. For me. It felt good to give it back. He wasn’t the one I needed to take control from anyway.

His restraint snapped. His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me up like I weighed nothing as he sat me down on the cold stone railing. His mouth took mine in a heated, impatient, passionate kiss that bordered on aggression. He had been holding back and had been let off his leash.

My arms tightened around his neck. My chest was flush with his. That’s when I realized I was teetering on the stone ledge of the balcony’s railing with my upper body hanging over nothing but air.

I screamed, clawing to hold on to him. “Jasper! What are you doing? You’re going to drop me!”

“Do you trust me?” he repeated.

He moved my hands from his shoulders and placed them around his neck, kissing me and distracting me with his tongue. My nails dug into his skin, completely terrified. My feet were nearly bent in half from trying to hold on to his waist and not fall off the railing to my death. My eyes were wide with terror as they caught ahold of his coldly confident gaze. He leaned down and planted a soft, tender kiss on my mouth; both our eyes remained open, locked on the other’s.

A confusing mix of lust and fear took over my system. My mouth opened, and my eyes softened. It was reckless and wild, but I wanted him more than I wanted not to fall.

“Hold on.”

“Jasper—”

“No.” His mouth brushed my ear. “You don’t talk now. You take it.”

He pushed me back just enough to tilt me, my spine pressed against the wall, my legs wide around him. Fear and excitement tore through me.

“You’d cry,” he whispered, dragging himself against my heat. “And I’d kiss you harder just to taste what I did to you.”

I gasped, accidentally leaning back too far and needing to grab Jasper to stabilize myself. He caught my jaw in one hand, not rough—but firm. Direct.

“If I touch you now, I won’t stop until I’ve fucked you slow enough to make you beg for mercy.”

His thumb dragged across my lower lip. I opened for him automatically. He smiled—barely. My hips moved toward him.

“You’d beg me to be gentle,” he said, voice flat. “And I’d lie. Tell you I would.” He paused. “Then I’d show you what I really mean by slow.”

I reached for him and pulled him closer.

That was all it took.

He pulled himself free with a menacing look. Fear-laced anticipation tickled all over my skin.

He shoved himself into me in one smooth, devastating thrust, like his body had been waiting, aching for the permission I had finally given.

My eyes fell closed as the sensations overtook me, not because of the view or because I was only a breath away from dropping to my death, but the cold of the railing, the freeing breeze that danced across my skin, and the feel of his hard cock entering me. I dug my fingernails farther into his skin, needing him, and carefully pushed my body toward his, reveling in the feel as my body adjusted fully around him.

It felt like the clouds had parted and everything was right in the world. This feeling of closeness to him was what I’d been craving every time the tension between us cracked.

I gasped when he thrust into me again—harder this time, deeper. My head fell back, lips parted, and breath gone.

“That’s it,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Let me hear it.”

I whimpered. He leaned in close, his mouth grazing my jaw.