Chapter 10: Tasted And Taken

HAILEY

“Oh, God. Jayden. I can’t take this,” she cried as hot waves of pleasure shot from her stomach to her core. Her climax hit her hard, shaking her body, and she moaned, “Jayden, Jayden.”

Her body went limp, spent, as she panted, slick with sweat. She let go of his hair and dropped her hands to the sides of her head.

God. What Jayden had done to her body left her completely exposed and feeling vulnerable. It was amazing but also a little scary. She had given him full control of her body, and he had pleased her like it was the only thing that mattered. His strong, intense energy was impossible to resist.

He crawled up her body. His big, strong frame pinned her underneath him. Jayden had a muscular, sculpted body that made her breath catch when he pulled off his sweatshirt.

Jayden kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips. Their flavors mixed, and her body clenched with desire so strong that she moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back with a strangled groan and went to his knees between her legs, fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. Hailey watched his muscles move—his chest and stomach were perfectly defined.

“You’re beautiful,” Hailey whispered. “I want to touch you.” She sat up and moved his hands away from his jeans. “Let me do it.” She wanted her hands and mouth all over his golden skin.

“I’m not beautiful,” he grunted. “If you touch me, I’ll lose control.”

Hailey wanted to see that. She wanted to see this handsome man break apart like she had. Her hands wandered over his biceps and chest. She loved the feel of his warm skin over hard muscle as she touched his six-pack.

She buried her face against his chest and inhaled. His scent made her dizzy. She kissed his nipples as she fumbled with the rest of his buttons. “Stand,” she said huskily, needing to pull his jeans off.

Jayden stood up, and Hailey went to her knees. She lowered his jeans and black briefs. Her breath left her in shock as his cock sprang free.

Oh. My. Jayden kicked off his pants and briefs, leaving them in a pile. Hailey’s eyes widened as she looked straight at him, level with his hard, thick cock.

It’s…huge. It’s going to hurt.

She had a moment of panic as she took in the length and size of his beautiful cock.

It’s Jayden. Remember, it’s Jayden. She lifted her hand and wrapped it around him, fascinated by the hard, velvety skin. The tip glistened with a drop of moisture, and she flicked her tongue to taste it. He tasted like lust and sin. She wanted more.

“Hailey. Don’t.” His voice was urgent, almost a strangled groan.

He might be warning her, but she could tell he wanted it too. His hands went into her hair as she stroked the tip of him with her tongue.

“Fuck,” Jayden rasped. “I’ll come, Hailey.”

Like that was a bad thing? He had made her climax with his mouth, and she wanted him to feel the same.

Encouraged by the sound of his voice, she took him deeper, sucking as much as she could before pulling back. She had never given head before but knew how it worked. Her hand wrapped around him at the base as she used her mouth and hand together, lost in his scent and taste.

Jayden fisted her hair and groaned, guiding her pace. She followed his cues, listening to how his body and voice reacted.

Hailey looked up at his face; she needed to see him. Jayden’s eyes, full of desire and possession, stayed locked on her. Their eyes held each other. Hailey never slowed down, pushing him to break apart.

He did, letting go completely. She watched as their eyes broke contact. He threw his head back, his neck muscles flexing, groaning in a sound that mixed both pain and pleasure.

His cock pulsed in her mouth, and he let go of her hair so she could escape his coming orgasm. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to feel it, taste it on her tongue, experience it with him, just like he had made her feel her climax.

His hot release shot into the back of her throat, and she swallowed, licking the head and shaft. She wanted every drop she could get.

He dropped to his knees, chest heaving. He looked into her eyes, and she felt herself drown in a deep sea of emotion.

“Jesus, woman. You nearly killed me,” he said, still breathing hard.

She lifted her hand to his jaw and stroked over his whiskered cheek. “You look like you made it through.”

“Just barely,” he grunted. “I knew that beautiful mouth was dangerous.”

She laughed as he lowered her onto the carpet. His body loomed over hers as he kissed her.

His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, his face buried in her hair. “Hailey,” he muttered roughly. His strong hands wrapped around her wrists, holding them over her head.

She pulled at her wrists, trying to break free.

This is him. Don’t panic.

Her heart raced, and the feeling of being under his control made her body hot, but her brain pushed back. Foggy images filled her mind, and suddenly she felt like she was somewhere else:

Her wrists were held, her body couldn’t fight back against someone much bigger and stronger.

Invaded, and in so much pain: a sharp, burning pain between her legs that just kept burning.

Her own screams echoed in the room, but no one came to help.

Please, let it end. Let it end.

Terror filled her, and she felt a scream rising in her throat. She jerked at her wrists until he finally let go, and she pushed against his shoulders, desperate to get free.

I can’t do it. No matter how much I want him, I can’t.

He rose to his knees, lifting his weight off her, and looked down at her with a puzzled expression. “Are you ok?”