Act Like You Love Me (Jessica) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

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“Tell me you want this,” he murmured, his voice rough, eyes lifting to meet mine. They were dark, and hungry, but sought for permission.

“Yes,” I breathed, my hips lifting toward him involuntarily. “Please.”

He let out a low, satisfied sound and started to move his fingers over me.

The fabric of my panties was a thin, useless barrier, and he kept the pressure light-just enough to make me restless while he watched the heat climb into my face.

He didn’t look away for a second, like he wanted to witness every bit of what he was doing to me.

Then, his other hand moved to my knees, steadily forcing my legs further apart until I was completely open for him.

I felt exposed, and vulnerable. But the way he looked at me-it was the look of a man who’d been wandering a desert for a lifetime and had finally stumbled onto a fountain.

He wasn’t just looking; he was devouring me, like I was the first real meal he’d seen after years of starving.

He stayed on his knees at the edge of the bed, his eyes dark with a worshipful, terrifying intensity.

He started with my feet, his lips trailing hot, searing kisses up my calves, my knees, my inner thighs.

Every touch felt like an electric shock, making my back arch and my fingers claw at the sheets.

I was a wire pulled taut, vibrating with a need so intense it was almost painful.

“Aaron, please,” I gasped, my head tossing back and forth.

He didn’t rush. He was a man who wanted to savor every inch of the territory he had reclaimed.

When he finally reached the lace of my panties, he didn’t remove them immediately. He breathed against the fabric, his hot breath making me whimper.

Then, with a slow, agonizing movement, he hooked his fingers into the lace and slid them down, his dark gaze never leaving mine.

The first touch of his tongue was a revelation. I cried out, my hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer as a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over me.

He was focused, his movements expert and rhythmic, as if he were trying to make up for every second of the last six years in a single afternoon.

I was lost. The room, the city of Madrid, the secret of Adrian, the existence of Lauren-it all vanished.

There was only the sensation of his mouth, the friction of the sheets against my back, and the overwhelming heat radiating from his body.

He knew exactly what to do. His tongue traced patterns that sent me spiraling higher and higher.

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Chapter 90

I felt the pressure building in my chest, a tight coil of tension that was screaming for release.

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My breathing came in ragged, shallow gasps, and I couldn’t stop the soft, desperate moans from escaping my throat.

“Aaron… oh god, Aaron,” I sobbed his name like a prayer.

He looked up for a fleeting second, his eyes dark and dilated, reflecting the same madness I was feeling.

“I’ve got you, Jess. I’ve always had you.”

He went back to work, his pace quickening, his hands gripping my hips to hold me still as the first tremors of a climax began to ripple through me.

One hand slid up to tease my breast, pinching just right.

The dual sensations overwhelmed me, I felt like I was shattering, breaking into a million glowing pieces of light.

The world narrowed down to that single point of contact, and then, with one final flick of his tongue, the dam broke.

I screamed into the empty suite, my body convulsing as the waves of pleasure hit me over and over again, each one more intense than the last.

My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him into me as I surrendered completely to the euphoria he had promised.

I felt alive. Truly, terrifyingly alive.

When the tremors finally began to fade into a soft, glowing hum, Aaron crawled up the bed.

He didn’t try to take me further; he didn’t try to fulfill his own needs.

He just pulled me into his arms, tucking my head under his chin as we both lay there, slick with sweat and shaking with the aftershocks of what had just happened.

The silence of the suite was no longer poisonous. It was heavy, yes, but it was a weight I was finally willing to carry-at least for the next seventy-two hours

Although, I knew, when the bubble popped, the real world would come crashing back, demanding answers neither of us might survive.

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