Act Like You Love Me (Jessica) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Jessica’s POV

He reached for a silk tie on the nightstand.

With a deft, practiced motion, he brought my hands above my head, securing them firmly to the headboard.

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The restriction sent a surge of pure adrenaline through me. The feeling of being pinned, unable to move as he loomed over me, sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my core.

I looked up at him, my breath hitching in my throat, seeing the raw, focused hunger in his dark eyes.

“I want you focused on nothing but me,” he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that left no room for argument.

He began to move down the bed, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of my neck before his tongue traced a slow, scorching path of fire.

He moved from my collarbone down to the valley between my breasts, lingering there until I was arching my back, my fingers curling into useless fists against the mahogany frame.

Every touch was intentional, designed to keep me on the edge, reminding me that tonight, there was no escape from the reality we had both wanted for years.

He played with the silk of my dress, teasing the fabric aside until I was fully exposed to the cool air and his scorching gaze.

His eyes roamed over me with a heavy, unhurried appreciation that made my skin prickle.

“Open for me,” he whispered, his voice a command wrapped in a plea.

I complied, my body arching in anticipation as the last of my modesty vanished.

He took his time, using his hands to explore every curve, his palms mapping out my ribs, my hips, and the soft skin of my inner thighs.

His fingers found the sensitive spots he knew I loved, pressing just enough to make me gasp.

Then, he replaced his hands with his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming-wet, hot, and agonizingly precise.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my head thrashing against the pillows as I let out a broken cry that echoed in the quiet suite.

“Aaron… please,” I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, trying to pull him closer.

“Not yet,” he teased, pulling back just enough to watch me tremble and beg for the contact to return.

He wanted me at the edge, hovering in that space where nothing existed but the feeling of him.

He reached for a small, soft gag, his eyes questioning mine. I didn’t hesitate; I nodded, desperate for the surrender he was offering.

He tied it gently but firmly around my mouth, the leather and silk sitting heavy against my tongue.

As he fastened it, the sudden silence of my own voice only heightened the sound of my heavy breathing, making every heartbeat feel like a thud through the mattress.

He was a man possessed, moving with a dark, focused energy. He reached for the champagne bucket, pulling out a handful of ice.

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I watched, wide-eyed, as he trailed the freezing cubes down my Heated skin.

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The contrast was a shock to my system, the biting cold against my flushed chest making me writhe against the silk ties.

I was a prisoner to his touch, and I loved every second of it.

He moved back up, his body a heavy, welcome weight as he pressed against me. He untied my hands, but only so I could serve him.

“Show me how much you want this,” he growled.

I didn’t hesitate. I sank to my knees on the silk sheets, the red lace of my bodysuit straining against my skin.

I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his with a silent, hungry promise.

He lay there, ready and imposing at the edge of the mattress, his hands finding the back of my head as I moved toward him.

I took him into my mouth, the heat and the sheer size of him making my breath hitch.

I focused everything on the sensation, my tongue swirling around the crown in slow, unhurried circles before I slid down, taking as much of him as I could.

I used the suction of my cheeks and the warmth of my throat, mimicking the rhythm he had used on me earlier.

A low, guttural groan tore from his chest, and his fingers tangled deep into my hair. He didn’t pull away; instead, he began to guide me, his hips thrusting forward in a steady, demanding pace that forced me to work for every gasp he let out.

The sound of his pleasure—that raw, unscripted sound of a man losing his control-was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever heard.

I swirled my tongue around him again, flicking at the sensitive underside, my eyes never leaving his as I watched his composure crack.

His knuckles went white as he gripped the edge of the headboard, his head falling back.

Just as he reached the breaking point, his body rigid and his breath coming in sharp, broken bursts, he let out a choked sound and pulled me back up.

He flipped me onto my back in one fluid, powerful motion, pinning my wrists once more above

my

head.

He reached for the gag, securing it firmly between my teeth, his eyes dark with a renewed hunger.

Then came his mouth. He explored every inch of me, his tongue circling my nipples until they were aching points of fire, before moving down.

When he finally focused on my core, it was a total eclipse of sensation. His tongue was relentless-faster, deeper, just as he promised.

My moans were muffled by the gag, my body arching off the bed as he brought me to the very edge, only to pull back at the last second, teasing me until I was nearly sobbing for completion

He flipped me onto my stomach, my hands still tied, and entered me from behind. It was a deep, soul-filling thrust that made my head roll back.

My forehead was pressed against the cool linens, my bound wrists straining against the headboard with every heavy thrust.

The gag limited my voice to a series of high, needy whimpers that only seemed to fuel his fire.

“You like it like this, don’t you?” he rasped, his chest flushing against my back, his breath scorching my shoulder. “Knowing

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you can’t run. Knowing I’m the only thing keeping you grounde”

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He leaned forward, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my nape before he pulled back, his hands sliding from my hips to my waist.

With a sudden, strong tug, he slowed his pace, his movements becoming agonizingly shallow, teasing the very entrance until I was thrashing against the silk ties, begging for the fullness to return.

“Not so fast baby girl,” he whispered, a dark promise in his tone!

He reached up, his fingers working the silk knots with a definess that told me he wanted me mobile for what came next.

The moment my hands were free, he flipped me over onto my ck. I didn’t wait.

I reached for him, my fingers digging into his bicep as I pulled myself up, swinging my legs over his waist until I was straddling him.

I sank down, taking him back in, the sheer depth of it making my eyes roll back.

“There she is,” Aaron groaned, his hands reaching up to cup my face, his thumbs brushing over the leather of the gag.

“Take it, Jess. Show me how much you wanted this.”

I took the lead, my hands braced against his chest as I began to rise and fall.

I watched his face: the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes fluttered shut as I found a rhythm that was all mine.

I leaned down, my hair falling over us like a curtain, as I ground my hips against him, seeking the friction that would send me over the edge.

He reached up, his fingers deftly unlatching the gag, letting it fall to the pillow. The silence broke instantly.

“Aaron… fuck, Aaron,” I breathed, the name finally free.

“Say it again,” he commanded, his hands moving to my waist to Help guide my pace, his upward thrusts meeting my downward ones with a force that made my muscles scream in the best possible way.

“Tell me who owns this.”

“You,” I gasped, my head falling back as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in my lower belly. “Always you.”

When the release finally came, it was a total collapse. I screamed his name through, the world splintering into a thousand points of light.

He followed me a second later, his grip on my hips tightening as he gave his final, heavy thrusts.

He collapsed again

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