I was shaking, limp against the tattoo bed, my body already ruined by orgasm after orgasm. My thighs were slick, my voice raw, but Jace wasn’t finished. He never was.
He pulled out slowly, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. My legs trembled as I tried to close them, but his hand came down hard across my ass again.
“Keep those legs open,” he growled. “Don’t you dare hide from me.”
I moaned, my cheek pressed to the sheets. “Jace… please… I can’t—”
“You can,” he snapped, gripping my hair and yanking my head back until I was forced to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were black with lust, his chest heaving. “And you will. Because you’re mine.”
Before I could breathe, he shoved two of his thick fingers back inside me, curling them cruelly until I screamed. My body was too sensit
