KATYA

 

HIS KISS IS demanding and all-consuming, and it takes my breath away.  I feel like I'm floating up into the night sky as he grips the back of my head harder and draws me even closer.  I willingly crush my body against him, wanting to be as close as possible to this man.

I told him my secrets.  He didn't even have to pry them out of me.  I gave them willingly.  And that says a lot about how I feel about him.  In some weird, messed up way, I've grown fond of Jackson.  I never thought I could even like a man, given my past, but Jackson has inched his way inside of me.  And I don't think I'm going to get rid of him any time soon.

I moan into his mouth, and he swallows it down.  He takes full of advantage of my lips parting and delves his tongue into my mouth, completely possessing every inch of me.

And I love it.

I feel safe and warm in his arms.  It's a sanctuary I never want to leave, but I know deep down it's only temporary.

Pulling back from him, we're both left panting and wanting.

"You kiss like our plane is going down and the world is on fire," I tell him honestly, trying to catch my breath.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," he says with a smirk.

Laughing, I playfully slap him in the chest.  He slowly releases me, and I feel unsteady on my feet.  He literally made me weak in the knees, and I never thought I would ever experience that.  There's just something about Jax that makes me forget all the bad things when I'm with him.  And that is a remarkable thing.

Taking a few steps backwards, I ask him, "If I run, would you chase me?"

"Yes," he answers with no hesitation, and I can see his pupils dilate.

Jackson is clearly intrigued.  He's turned on by the prospect of chasing me down, just like he was when we first met.

And I can't help but confess…I am as well.

I'm upping this game between us a notch, but I don't think that he'll mind one bit.  He enjoyed chasing me in the streets of Sicily.  I remember how hard he was when he pinned me to the ground.  There was no hesitation, no fear in his eyes then.  He wasn't second-guessing things.

I slowly back away from him.  "What will you do to me if you catch me, Jax?" I ask sultrily.

His eyes narrow as he takes a few steps forward, matching my pace.  "You mean when I catch you," he corrects me.

"When?" I ask innocently, continuing to backtrack, my footsteps growing quicker.  I'm almost to the beach now.

"When I catch you…I'll make you wish you hadn't run from me in the first place," Jax threatens, his voice coming out rough.

He thinks his threat will turn me off, make me not want to run.  But he couldn't be more wrong.  It turns me the hell on…more than I want to admit.

"Catch me then," I whisper before I turn and tear off, running as fast as my legs will carry me.  The sand is sharp against the soles of my tender feet, but I keep going, not willing to stop now that we've started this cat and mouse game.

I can hear his heavy footsteps right behind me.  He's gaining on me, but I pump my legs faster and faster.

I can see the end of the beach nearing and the grassy lawn beyond right before the tarmac that houses planes and other methods of escape.  Even though I don't have the skills I need to fly away and doubt that they just leave the keys to the vehicles in them for anyone to find…I still make that my destination.

Perhaps I'm trying to prove a point to Jackson.  That he doesn't control me.  And that he'll lose me eventually no matter how much he wants to keep me here.  Because we both know that this thing between us isn't permanent.  Ultimately, I'll leave and go to find my sister.

My feet sink into the plush, soft grass before they're running on air as Jax grabs me from behind, captures me in his arms and hauls my back against his chest.  I fight him, grunting like a feral animal in my efforts to escape him.

We fall to the ground in a tangled heap, each of us trying to get the upper hand.  Eventually, though, he wins out with his brute strength.  He pins me on my stomach to the ground.  My dress is riding up my hips, and I can hear it tearing in several places as I struggle.  I turn my face to the side, my ragged breaths blowing the blades of grass in a chaotic rhythm around my mouth.

The first smack on my ass comes as a shock.  Frankly, I didn't think Jax had it in him to hurt me.  I thought he was soft.  But I should have known better since I learned a long time ago to never trust my enemy.

My left ass cheek is still smarting as he lands a hard smack to the right one.  I cry out, struggling against his hold, but his large, strong hand is holding my arms twisted behind my back so tightly I swear he's going to leave bruises.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks through gritted teeth, panting above me.

"Yes!" I scream at him.

His hand comes down again and again in succession, attempting to beat the defiance out of me.

"Have you had enough?" he snarls.

"No," I spit at him, meeting his eyes with a glare.  "Is that all you got?  I could barely feel a thing."

Narrowing his eyes at me, he growls low and deep in the back of his throat before he smacks my ass ten times harder than before.

This time I do scream out, because, fuck, it hurts.  He was holding back before, but now I've really asked for it.  But none of this even compares to the torture and beatings I got from Pavel.  This is foreplay considering what I'm accustomed to.  Deep down I know that Jackson wouldn't really truly hurt me, and that makes me brave — braver than I've felt for a long time.

After the fifth one, I'm crying out for mercy.  "Stop, please stop!"

"Enough?" he asks again.

I nod, not wanting to voice the words as tears spring up in my eyes.  Suddenly, he turns me over, his tall frame hovering over me, his lower body pinning me to the ground.  His mouth is only a few inches from mine, and I can't help but stare at his full lips, which are parted as he breathes raggedly.

If only he knew how wet his spanking made me.  How fucking turned on I am.  And how much I fucking want him right now.  My hips move on their own as I grind myself against his thigh between my legs.

"Katya," he says, and it sounds like a warning.

But I'm not letting him back out now.  We've come too damn far this time.

My fingers snake up around his neck and rake through his thick, dark hair.  And then I'm pulling him down towards me.  He's hesitant at first, pulling back against my grip.  But then I see the desire in his eyes, how much he wants me.  And he eventually allows his lust to take over.

His lips crash down on mine, swallowing my gasp of surprise.  His lips are so soft, and I know I could spend the rest of the night feasting upon his mouth.

Suddenly, he pulls back and stares down at me.  "You drive me crazy," he admits vehemently.

"You like it," I tell him.

"Yes.  Yes, I fucking do."  And then his lips are on mine again, chasing my demons away.

His large hand captures my wrists and pins them to the ground above my head.  His other hand grips my thong and shoves it to the side.  And when his fingers graze my wet slit, his eyes widen as he pulls back to look at me.

He knows that his spanking turned me on beyond belief.  I should be embarrassed, but I'm not.  "Take me, Jax," I dare him.

He reaches into his back pocket to retrieve a condom, and he tears open the wrapper with his teeth.  Keeping his one hand secure on my wrists, he somehow manages to unbutton and unzip his jeans and slip his cock out.

I swallow hard at the sight of his heavy cock hanging between his thick, muscular thighs.  Even though I already had him in my mouth and knew how big he was, I'm starting to second-guess my decision to tell him to take me.  My first instinct is that it's never going to fit, but I don't even have time to second-guess it, because he lines up the enormous head against my entrance and shoves inside of me in one, quick jerk, causing me to cry out.

"Oh fuck!" I scream.

He stays still once he's in me fully, and asks, "You okay?"

He's asking me that now?  I give him a shaky nod and cry out again when he begins to move.

"Fuck you feel so good, Katya," he whispers in my ear.

He begins a torturous rhythm that has me mewling like a damn cat in heat.  Every time he thrusts back in, he hits something inside of me that is driving me up the wall.  I can't stop the senseless words escaping my lips as he fucks me into oblivion.  It feels incredible.  I never thought it could feel this good.

My walls begin contracting as I grow closer and closer to orgasm, squeezing him tighter and tighter, and I hear him grunting with pleasure.  "Fuck," he groans.

I reach the precipice in record speed, and I fall over it in double time.  Crying out, I dig my nails into his hand and wrist and feel my toes curling as I experience the most mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had.

Jackson keeps fucking me, drawing the pleasure out and making me a crying, sobbing mess by the time I'm done.

I feel his tongue licking at my tears, and I open my eyes to see his handsome face above mine.  His gorgeous gray eyes are half-lidded as he stares down at me.

He lets go of my wrists, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer to me.  I kiss him as his muscular arms begin to quiver around me.  I swallow down his moans as he comes inside of me, his entire body quaking from pleasure.

And when he's completely sated, he gently pulls out and collapses on the grass beside me.

"Holy shit," he pants.

"Yeah, holy shit," I agree, staring up at the bright stars littering the night sky.

And when I feel his hand reach for mine and squeeze, I know that I'm in trouble.  Because one time with Jackson will never be enough.

I want to do that again…and again…and again…