Act Like You Love Me (Jessica) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Jessica’s POV

59

SS Leachers

By the time he moved back up to hover over me, I was slick and aching, my body humming like a live wire.

He reached for the nightstand, but I stopped him, grabbing his arm. I couldn’t help it; the practical side of my brain was still trying to process the moment.

“You knew this would happen? You brought a condom?”

Aaron’s eyes twinkled with a sudden, sharp amusement, and he let out a low chuckle that vibrated against my chest.

“No, sweetheart. The ship provides them. Same as most five-star hotels or luxury rentals. They tend to anticipate… guests’ needs

My face heated up instantly. I looked away, feeling like an idiot. “Oh,” I muttered.

He chuckled again, his hands coming up to cup my cheeks, forcing me to look at him.

“You have a few seconds to change your mind. Jess.”

I looked into his eyes. They were dark, molten, and heavy with a desire that made my stomach do backflips.

I wasn’t fully ready, I don’t think you ever are for the first time-but damn, I wanted this. I wanted him.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down toward me.

“If you ask me that again. I’m going to empty your ball sac.”

Aaron threw his head back and laughed. It was a beautiful, unfiltered sound, a rare melody that cut through the heavy atmosphere of the room.

“As you wish, Queen,” he rasped, his voice dropping an octave and his eyes darkening a thousand shades. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I swallowed hard. Before I could change my mind, he ripped the condom open.

The sound of the foil tearing felt incredibly loud in the quiet room.

He came back to me, his weight a welcome pressure, but his expression had gone guarded.

“It’ll hurt at first,” he said softly, positioning himself. He was being so careful, so intentional. “But I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need to stop. Anything you need, you tell me.”

He talked me through it, his voice acting as my only lifeline. “Breathe, Jess. Relax for me.”

The tip of him grazed my clit. The contact was so sudden, so electric, that it felt like a sharp, searing jolt to my system.

I winced, my back arching off the mattress as my muscles instinctively locked up. It was that frantic, split-second reaction of my body trying to protect itself from a sensation it didn’t yet understand.

“That’s it, good girl-just like that.”

My heart was hammering against my ribs. “I want you, Aaron. I want it to be you.” I choked out, needing him to know that the pain didn’t matter as much as the man causing it.

He entered me slowly, his eyes locked onto mine. There was a sharp, stinging pinch-that moment of resistance, and my

13:17 Mon, Jan 12

Chapter 53

breath caught in a ragged sob.

He stopped instantly, his muscles locking as he braced himself above me, his jaw tight with the effort of holding back.

“Easy, Jess. Just breathe with me,” he murmured, his thumb catching a stray tear that had escaped my eye.

He didn’t keep pushing; instead, he began to kiss me. They were soft, lingering kisses on my forehead, my eyelids, and the tip of my nose.

He was distracting me, grounding me with affection until I felt the tension finally start to drain from my hips.

When he finally began to move, it wasn’t the wild, feverish pace I’d seen in movies. It was deep, slow, and incredibly meaningful.

He inched forward, the fullness intense, pleasure and pain mingling as he filled me completely.

“There you go, flower… you’re doing so well.”

He held my hips with firm hands, guiding us, showing that dominance I’d always suspected he had, but it was tempered by so much care.

Every thrust felt like a claim, a silent promise to make up for every time he’d pushed me away.

The pain faded into the background, replaced by a blossoming heat that started deep in my core and spread until my entire body felt like it was glowing from the inside out.

He whispered praises against my skin, his voice thick with a mix of dominance and reverence.

He was in control, but he was using that control to make sure I was right there with him.

“You feel amazing… so tight for me,” he gasped, his voice ragged as he began to pound into me.

The slow, careful rhythm from before was gone, replaced by something far more primal.

Sensations hit me from every direction at once, overwhelming and thick.

Every time he slid deep inside, he hit spots that sparked stars behind my eyelids, making my head light and my breath hitch in broken sobs.

The friction between us built steadily, heat turning breathless and consuming, and I could feel the raw power of his body pressed against mine-sweat-slicked skin and muscles flexing with every heavy, rhythmic drive.

I was losing my mind. Every time he hit that specific spot, my toes curled into the sheets and a broken gasp escaped my throat.

The pleasure was starting to override the shock, building into a pressure so intense it felt like I was about to shatter.

“Mhm… yeah….yes….” I choked out, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back.

I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to go deeper, moans spilling as pleasure overtook the initial discomfort.

He didn’t slow down. If anything, he pushed harder, his jaw set and his eyes fixed on mine with a look of pure, unbridled possession.

I could feel the heat radiating off him in waves as he took everything I had to give.

“Aaron.” My emotions peaked high, tears from the intensity, the love, the way he made me feel cherished, desired, and

whole.

Mon,

Chapter 53

A’S 59

86 vrhachers

The world narrowed down to the sound of our joined breathing, the scent of his skin, and the overwhelming wave of sensation building behind my eyes.

As the climax hit, it felt like my soul was being pulled right out of my body. It was too much-too beautiful, too intense.

Hot, thick tears rolled down my checks.

“I love you.” I whispered, the words breaking as they left my lips. “I love you, Aaron.”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I didn’t even have the strength to see how he looked at me. The moment the world stopped spinning, my body went limp.

I was so bone-tired, so completely drained and satisfied, that I passed out before he even pulled me into his arms.

Aaron’s POV

The room was silent now, save for the rhythmic, salt-heavy breathing of the girl in my arms.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I just lay there in the dark, my heart still racing, holding Jessica against my chest.

Her raven hair was a wild, tangled silk across the white pillows, and her skin felt like warm velvet against mine.

I love you.

The words were still ringing in my ears, repeating like a mantra I couldn’t shut off. She had finally said it. She had owned up to the very thing I’d been chasing and running from simultaneously for years.

I looked down at her, tracing the soft line of her jaw with my eyes.

Truthfully, I didn’t know how I felt yet-or maybe I did, but admitting it scared the hell out of me.

Love? It was messy and complicated, especially with our history. I’d hurt her so much-been the villain in her story for way too long to just suddenly play the hero.

My emotions had always been a tangled mess of pride, anger, and a protectiveness that bordered on obsession. I didn’t know how to untie those knots, or if I even could.

But as I watched her sleep, one thing was absolutely certain: I wanted to reciprocate. I wanted to be the man who deserved that look in her eyes, the one she had right before she closed them.

I never wanted to be the reason she cried again, unless it was like tonight-fears of pure, unadulterated joy.

Images from a few moments ago flashed through my mind, unbidden and scorching.

The way her back had arched under my touch. The way those ocean-blue eyes had turned dark and glassy with heat.

I could still feel the phantom sensation of her small, sharp gasps against my neck after every thrust, and the way she had clung to me like I was her only lifeline in a storm.

Just thinking about it made my blood stir again, a low simmer of heat returning to my cock. But I stayed still. I didn’t want to

wake her.

She looked so peaceful, so safe, and for a Tyrone, “safe” was the rarest thing in the world.

I held her tighter, burying my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin and the lingering trace of my own cologne.

I thought about the years we’d spent circling each other. The fights, the distance, the way my family had tried to use her as á pawn. It felt like every road I’d ever taken-even the wrong ones-had been leading me right back to this moment, to this

Chapter 33

girl

Jessica was always meant to be in my life.

She was the only person who had ever truly seen me, not as a basketball star or a billionaire heir, but as the man I was when the lights went out.

Fate hadn’t just crossed our paths; it had mapped our lives to be entwined.

And as I felt her heart beating steadily against mine, I knew I’d spend the rest of my life making sure the world never found a way to pull us apart.

I’d fought everyone else to get to this moment; now, I’d fight the version of myself that almost lost her.

田

AD

Comment

Send gift

No Ads

Mon, Jan