Chapter 50
ARIA
Jace’s kiss still burns my lips as he grabs my hand, pulling me out of the training room. My skin hums, alive with him–his taste, his heat. My pulse races, matching his stride, my thighs brushing together, a fire sparking low. He’s all I want.
His grip’s rough, calluses scraping my skin. He moves with predatory power, dragging me to his quarters.
face kicks the door open, yanking me inside. The door slams shut, sharp in the silence. I spin to face him, chest heaving, my tank top plastered to sweaty
skin. His eyes pin mine, dark, starving.
“Aria,” he rumbles, stepping close.
I don’t wait. I crash into him, lips slamming his, picking up where we left off. No holding back. His mouth claims mine, tongue diving in, swallowing my moan. My hands claw his shirt, nails catching fabric, craving skin. He groans, the sound rattling my bones.
He pulls back, ripping his shirt off, tossing it. My breath catches. His chest is broad, scarred, muscles cut from years of fighting. I reach out, fingers tracing his pecs, feeling his heart pound.
‘Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I whisper.
He smiles, hands gripping my waist. “So are you.” His fingers slide under my tank, slow, waiting for me to stop him.
I don’t. I raise my arms, letting him peel it off. My sports bra hits the floor next. His gaze drops to my breasts, my nipples tightening under his stare. He cups one, thumb brushing the peak. I gasp, heat shooting through me.
“Like that?” His voice is rough, low.
“Yeah,” I pant, head falling back as he does it again.
He leans down, mouth closing over my nipple, sucking soft, then hard. I moan, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting. His teeth graze, sparking fire in my core. His other hand slides down my stomach, teasing my leggings‘ waistband.
“Please, Jace,” I begged.
He doesn’t stop. He yanks my leggings down, panties too, leaving me pare. I kick them away, standing bold, his eyes drinking me in
“Goddamn, Aria,” he says, voice heavy. “You’re fucking perfect.”
My cheeks burn, but I hold his gaze. “Your turn.” I reach for his pants, fingers clumsy on the button. He helps, shoving them down with his boxers, his cock springing free, hard, ready.
My breath hitches. We’re naked now, air crackling, skin tingling. I wrap my hand around his dick, stroking slow. He hisses, hips twitching.
“Careful,” he warns, voice tight. “I’m close.”
I grin, thumb circling the tip, spreading precum. “Good I stroke faster, teasing.
“Fuck, Aria,” he groans, grabbing my wrist. “You’ll end me.”
“Then do something,” I taunt, eyes blazing.
He doesn’t wait. He scoops me up, my legs wrapping his waist, and carries me to the bed. He drops me, not gentle, his body hovering. His cock presses against my pussy, wet, aching, but he pauses, eyes searching mine.
“Sure?” he asks, jaw clenched.
“Yes,” I say, sharp. “I want you, Jace. Now.”
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That’s enough. He lines up, pushing in slow, watching me. I moan, tight but slick, taking him deep. When he’s fully in, he stops, letting me breathe.
“Okay?” he asks, voice strained.
‘Perfect,” I gasp, hips shifting. Move.”
He does, pulling back, slamming deep. We groan, the rhythm building–hard, fast, skin slapping. My nails rake his back, marking him. His growls mix with my moans, loud, raw.
My body arches, chasing fire. His hand slips down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight circles. I cry out, legs shaking.
‘Jace–fuck, yes!”
‘Come for me, he growls, thrusts wild.
I shatter, orgasm tearing through me, pussy gripping him. He roars, spilling inside, hips jerking. We collapse, sweaty, hearts hammering.
Jace rolls beside me, pulling me close. My head rests on his chest, his heartbeat thumping in my ear.
“That was…” I start, voice rough.
‘Fucking unreal,” he finishes, kissing my hair.
Alaine
so one minute they’re naked and the next he’s fully dressed and she’s undressing him? how’s that work?!
