JAY JAY POV
The mattress dipped under our weight, and suddenly, the world was nothing but the heat of Keifer's skin against mine. Everything else—the engagement, the secrets felt like it was happening in another lifetime.
"Keifer..." I gasped, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back as he pressed me down.
He didn't answer with words. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my collarbone in a sharp nip that made my toes curl. Before I could catch my breath, he trapped me beneath him, his kisses turning hungrier and more desperate, like he was trying to memorize the taste of me.
He moved lower, his lips ghosting over my cleavage, sending a fresh wave of electricity through my entire body. When he took me into his mouth, the sensation was so intense I nearly arched off the bed. He was focused, his touch demanding, his hand reaching up to squeeze my other breast with a possessive rhythm that made my brain completely short-circuit.
"Keifer... ah..." a broken moan escaped me, louder this time.
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his gaze dark, heavy, and absolutely blown out with desire.
"Keep moaning, Jay-Jay," he rasped, his voice vibrating against my skin. "I want to hear exactly what I'm doing to you."
He didn't give me a chance to respond. He went back to work, his movements becoming more urgent. It was like he was staking a claim, marking every inch of me as his.
I was lost. Completely, utterly lost in the King of asshole. My hands wandered over the hard lines of his body, marveling at the fact that this man—this dangerous, grumpy, beautiful jerk—was officially mine.
"You're driving me insane," he muttered against my skin, his grip tightening. "You have no idea what you do to me."
And as the room blurred into a haze of heat and heavy breathing, I realized I didn't care about the consequences anymore.
In this moment, there was no past and no future. There was just Keifer. And he was everything.
I arched my back, pushing my chest further into his mouth as waves of pleasure shot through me. His free hand slid down my stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip before dipping between my thighs. He found me wet and ready, and a low growl rumbled in his chest.
"Fuck, Jay," he groaned against my skin before releasing my breast with a wet pop. His eyes were dark with lust as he spread my legs wider, positioning himself between them. "I need to be inside you now."
Without waiting for a response, he lined himself up and thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself deep inside me. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. His strokes were hard and deliberate, each one hitting that perfect spot deep within me.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. When our eyes met, he slowed his pace, grinding into me slowly. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."
He leaned down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue dominating mine as he picked up speed again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our moans and heavy breathing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust.
"I'm close," I panted against his mouth. "Don't stop."
"Never," he growled, reaching between us to rub circles on my clit. The added stimulation sent me over the edge, and I came with a loud cry, my body convulsing around him. He followed moments later, spilling himself inside me with a final deep thrust before collapsing on top of me, both of us panting heavily.
I thought he was done, but as he pulled out of me, I was proven wrong. A wicked grin spread across his face as he grabbed my legs, effortlessly wrapping them around his shoulders. He lowered his head between my thighs, and without any warning, he buried his face in my slick, sensitive folds.
His tongue delved deep, tasting our combined essence as he licked and sucked with renewed hunger. I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, gripping it tightly as waves of overwhelming pleasure washed over me. He was relentless, his tongue flicking against my clit before plunging inside me again, driving me wild.
"Keifer!" I cried out, my back arching off the bed. "Oh god, don't stop!"
He responded by sucking my clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing it gently as his tongue worked its magic. I could feel another orgasm building rapidly, more intense than the last. His hands gripped my ass, holding me in place as he feasted on me like a man starved.
The pressure built until it was almost unbearable, and with a scream, I came undone, my thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head. He didn't stop, though, riding out my orgasm until I was completely spent, a panting, trembling mess beneath him.
When he finally lifted his head, his face glistened with my juices, and he wore a look of pure satisfaction. "I told you I wasn't done with you yet," he said, his voice husky with desire. "And I'm still not."
"You idiot," I breathed out, a tired but happy smile playing on my lips.
He grinned, a triumphant glint in his eyes, and began a slow, deliberate trail of kisses up my body. His lips were soft, a stark contrast to the raw passion from moments before. He marked my stomach, then paid homage to each breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peaks before finally capturing my mouth in a searing kiss.
"Always your idiot," he murmured against my lips. "How about we go for round two?"
"Idiot," I repeated, the word now an endearment as I smiled back at him.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, then another to my lips. "This is the only gentleness you're getting from me tonight," he warned, his voice a low promise.
Then, he surprised me. He moved down the bed, taking my foot in his hands. He kissed my ankle, then the arch, his touch reverent and tender. It made me feel cherished, loved, not like a toy to be used for pleasure. I melted under the unexpected affection, a soft sigh escaping me.
But the gentleness was a beautiful lie. Just as I was lost in the feeling of being adored, he positioned himself between my legs. With one swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me again, stealing my breath.
There was no warning, no slow entry—just the sudden, exquisite fullness of him claiming me all over again. He set a punishing rhythm immediately, his hips snapping against mine, proving his earlier words true. The night was far from over.
His pace was brutal, a primal rhythm that stole the air from my lungs with each deep, punishing thrust. I was completely at his mercy, my body pinned beneath his as he drove into me again and again.
The sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room, a raw, carnal symphony that made my head spin.
He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and I cried out as he hit a spot so deep it sent shockwaves through my entire body.
"That's it," he growled, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "Take all of me."
His hands weren't idle. One gripped my hip, holding me steady for his relentless assault, while the other snaked up my body to wrap around my throat.
He didn't squeeze, just held me there, a possessive claim that made my pulse race under his thumb. The slight pressure was intoxicating, a dark edge to the pleasure that was already overwhelming.
"Look at you," he rasped, his eyes burning into mine. "So fucking beautiful when you're falling apart on my cock."
He leaned down, his mouth crashing against mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, claiming me as thoroughly as his body was. He swallowed my moans, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic. I could feel him getting close, his control finally starting to slip.
"Come with me, Jay," he commanded, his voice rough and urgent. "Now."
His words were my undoing. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing around him as I screamed his name.
He followed me over the edge with a guttural roar, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled himself deep inside me, marking me as his once more. We collapsed together in a sweaty, tangled heap, our bodies trembling with the aftershocks, completely and utterly spent.
After the intensity of the night, the silence of the room felt heavy but comfortable. Keifer shifted, pulling me back against his chest until there wasn't a single inch of space between us. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead—a rare, quiet gentleness that always threw me off more than his grumpiness did.
Then, he took my hand, intertwining our fingers and lifting them so the ring caught the moonlight filtering through the window. He stared at it for a long time.
"Tell me, Jay-Jay... do you really like this engagement?" Keifer asked.
His voice was low, stripped of its usual cocky armor. For the first time all night, he sounded... uncertain. Vulnerable. Like he was terrified I was only saying yes because of the pressure, or because of Tita Serina, or because I felt like I had no choice.
I stayed quiet for a second, feeling the steady thud of his heart against my back. I looked at our joined hands—his large, scarred, and strong; mine smaller, but holding on just as tight.
"I don't just like it, you idiot," I whispered, my voice sounding a bit thick. I turned in his arms so I could look him in the eye. "I was terrified at first, yeah. Because it's huge. And because you're a jerk who drives me crazy."
I reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with my thumb.
"But then I realized... if I'm going to be stuck with someone for the rest of my life, I want it to be the person who makes me feel safe. The person who handles my fire without trying to put it out. And that's you, Keifer. Always."
A small, genuine smile broke through his serious expression—not his usual smirk, but something real. He squeezed my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles.
"Good," he murmured, his eyes darkening with that familiar, possessive heat. "Because even if you said no... I wasn't planning on letting you go anyway. You're mine, Jay. Infinitely."
"Yeah, yeah," I teased, leaning my head against his shoulder as sleep finally started to pull at me. "I know, Future Husband. Now shut up and let me sleep."
He let out a low, content chuckle, pulling the blanket higher over us and tucking me deeper into his side. And as I drifted off, I realized for the first time that for a girl who loved her freedom, being the property of Keifer Watson didn't feel like a cage at all.
It felt like home.
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