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Colliding with someone had never felt as good as it did now. Sure, there had been times when she had allowed herself a night where she would take a guy, lead him to her bed and then watch him leave moments later. Her skin would always feel dirty despite how satiated she felt. When she watched those men walk out of her room just as easily as they had entered it, she tried to shake off the drag of loneliness that followed. Natalia hadn’t always been like this--she had been stronger. Once upon a time, she had even been unbelievably naïve, expecting to meet someone special and form a powerful connection with them shortly afterward. She had even gotten close…
But life, as it would have it, had different plans for her and she found herself picking up the pieces of her heart when one of them, a man with soft blue eyes named Drake, had walked out saying he “just couldn’t keep pretending anymore.”
Ten years since the last day she had walked out the double doors of that damn high school, and Natalia was suddenly back in the same little town she had sworn to never return to. Now, here she was, intoxication running sweet inhibitions through her bloodstream as she let this newer notch on her metaphorical bedpost kiss her with wild abandon.
“Jace,” the name escaped past her lips in a wanton moan. A flash of humorous irony passed over her mind in a moment of short-lived sobriety. Ten years ago, she had turned her nose up at this man because he was nothing short of a juvenile delinquent. She had primed herself for success while he had been busy punching people out. Sure, Nathan probably wasn’t any better, but her brother never bothered staining his hands like Jace did. He was notorious, with his black hair mussed around and leather jackets far too big for him then. Girls swooned when he walked down the hallways with his devil-may-care attitude and his penchant for easy pleasures. Not Natalia.
No, she had seen him. Heard of him. Sure, he was good-looking, but he was an idiot, and she had a future to prepare for and a brother to watch out for. Ironically, now he was the only one who could make her feel anything.
“Listen to you,” he spoke against the crook of her neck, tongue flicking over a sweet spot near her throat, making her shiver as he pressed her against the wall of his apartment. “It’s like you’ve never had a guy between your legs or something.”
The alcohol in her system did nothing to hold her back from letting go in this moment where his fingers trailed fire down her skin, rubbing against the slickness between her legs. She wanted him inside her—now. With a surge of violence—inhibition also made it easy for her to react so brashly—Natalia met his lips with a vicious bite of teeth against teeth.
“You wanna talk, or do you want to fuck me--which is it going to be?” She snarled against his mouth and she felt him smirk widely, felt him buck his hips a little harder against hers.
“Ice Queen’s got a bite,” Jace chuckled, digging his fingers hard into the curve of her rear. They both let out a hiss at the friction; he began to pull her away from the wall and deeper into his apartment. Each step left them both more naked than the last, and when she felt Jace’s fingers reach up her shirt to grab her breasts, a sharp noise of pleasure escaped her, making him meet her whiskey-stained mouth with his own.
Suddenly, the world was spinning and Natalia felt something rough but soft meet her back, her pants sliding off her legs and making her shiver. When she looked back up, she saw Jace kneeling behind her legs, his hands caressing the skin of her hips as he pumped a fist rapidly over himself. “Do…you have a condom?”
“Already on, doll,” he replied, and in the dark it was hard to see, but Natalia wasn’t exactly too mindful of the details. She just wanted him in, right now.
“Then hurry it up,” she snapped, pushing herself up to reach over to his neck and yank him forward. He met her kisses eagerly, tongues lashing together and making bitter tasting bows with every connection and tremble of flesh. She felt his fingers trace away from her hip to plunge into the depths of her entrance, making her gasp at the intrusion, but moan when he began to shift.
“Holy shit,” she heard him gasp, “You’re so tight.”
She could only whimper in response, bucking her hips to match the thrust of his fingers, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. She had been wanting for much more since she was a student in a sad little high school. With a growl, Natalia pushed him off of her before nearly tackling him to the bed. Jace gave her a look of surprise, watching her with wide green eyes as she settled on his lap. She had never been on top before, but she hardly cared. Alcohol was something else.
“Never would’ve pegged you for a dom,” Jace said, his voice coming out half-groaning half-chuckling as she rubbed herself against his hardness. He felt large, he felt thick, and she just wanted him to make the drag of loneliness fade away. Natalia reached down and grasped him in her hands just as she felt him reach up to fiddle electric touches over her hardened nipples.
“Shut up,” she muttered before lifting herself up and sinking back down. The head of his cock met her entrance and with a swift drop, Natalia let Jace’s erection pierce her hard. The hasty connection made him arch his back and let out a slew of profanity that sounded like music to her ears.
“Shit—you feel—you’re so tight—” Jace said, but Natalia was already grinding, forcing moans of pleasure out of their lips before she felt his hands reach around her hips. His hips rose to meet her undulations with powerful thrusts, making Natalia feel her body respond with heightened whimpers and harder grinds. Her kiss-stung lips parted, dropping to expose a pink tongue and white teeth that clattered gently with every shove. It was amazing.
“So good,” she moaned, repeating the words over and over again in a mantra as she shifted her hips harder and harder against his pubic bone. “Just like that...oh—oh, so good!”
Before she knew it, the tables turned and she was flipped over on her back as Jace worked his hips against hers in ways that made her moans rise to high pitched keens and wails. She could feel it, the beginnings of a climax that threatened to shoot her off an edge and leave her screaming. Then he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder; the new angle precipitating an orgasm that slammed into her with the force of a freight train. He moved harder, faster, and deeper, making her writhe and twitch viciously against the bed. Her lips could hardly wrap around the words “So good” and “faster,” so she clung to a single syllable that made him buck against her like an animal.
“Yes—YES! YES!!”
And then he was groaning; twitching before she felt the heat between their legs erupt, sending them into a bliss she had been aching for—a bliss she never believed in her entire life that she could attain with Jace fucking Dillinger.