BURNING DESIRE (contract marriage)

Chapter 4

The air in Jaxon’s apartment is different—thick, controlled, and impossible to ignore. Every line, every shadow, every object whispers discipline and danger. Minimalist, cold, yet somehow undeniably magnetic.

I should feel out of place. I should run. But my body betrays me—warm, alive, aching.

He closes the door behind me with a soft click, and suddenly it’s just the two of us. No music, no crowd, no escape. Just heat and intent.

“You know,” he murmurs, sitting on the couch, I sit with him, his arms crossed, “I could walk away right now.”

My pulse jumps, a thrill coursing through me. “I know,” I whisper. “And you won’t.”

His lips curl into the faintest smirk. “I might.”

I laugh softly, a sound I haven’t made in weeks. It’s reckless. I can’t help it. I step closer, letting my fingers trail along his chest. His skin is warm under my touch, solid, unyielding, yet alive in a way I can’t resist.

“You want me,” I murmur, voice low and steady despite the fire building inside. “I can feel it.”

His eyes narrow, dark and dangerous, as if measuring the madness in me. “Do you want me?”

“I need you,” I admit, letting the words fall like confession.

He moves closer, the heat radiating from him so intensely I can feel it through my skin. He pulls my face toward his and kiss me. It is a gentle kiss. It lasts a few seconds. I pull back and smile. I put my hand on his thigh, and he let out a moan. I move my hand up and down his thigh. I feel it move. He put his hand on top of mine and moves it up his thigh. It gets closer to his crotch, I feel his c**k harden. I move my hand to it. It is hard, and I can feel it move.

“F**k,” I whisper. He moans and puts his hand on top of it.

I look at him, and he is already breathing heavy. I can feel my p***y getting wetter. I lean forward and kiss him again. I let my tongue into his mouth, and we start making out. His hands goes to my waist, and he pulls me closer to him. I can feel his c**k against my leg. I moan into his mouth. I want to feel it. I move my hand back to his c**k, and I start to rub it through his pants. He moans into my mouth. He moves his hand to my leg and start to move it up my dress. He touches my p***y, and I moan louder. It is soaking wet. I start to move my hips against his hand. He moves his hand up my dress and pulls my panties to the side. He moves a finger to my c**t and start rubbing it. My moans got louder. I move my hips faster. He moves his lips to my neck and starts to kiss it. It felt so good.

“F**k me,” I say. He keeps rubbing my c**t.

“I will. But not here.”

He gets off the couch and holds out his hand.

“Come with me.” He leads me down a hallway to a room. It is well lit. He closes the door behind us. He push me against the wall and kiss me.

“Take off your dress,” he says.

I pull my dress over my head and throw it on the floor. I am not wearing a bra. He looks down at my t**s. They are perky. My n*****s are hard. He leans down and suck on one. I moan. He sucks hard. I feel like I am going to c*m.

“Stop,” I say. I need him inside me.

He pulls back and kiss my lips. He reaches down and picks me up. He carries me to the bed. He lay me down and pull off his clothes. I stare at his c**k. It is so thick and long. It is perfect. He climbs on the bed and puts his c**k at the entrance of my p***y. He slowly pushes in. It hurts. He is stretching my p***y.

“Relax,” he says. He leans down and kiss me. I relax my muscles, and he pushes it in more. It did not hurt. It feels good. He pushes until he is all the way in. He starts to thrust in and out. I moan loudly. My p***y is so wet. I can feel myself about to c*m.

“I’m gonna c*m,” I say.

He keeps thrusting. I'm so close. He hit my g-spot, and I c*m. I moan loudly and my body shakes. He slows down but didn’t stop. My orgasm ends, and I look up at him. He is staring at me. He keeps thrusting slowly in and out. I reach up and kiss him. He moans.

“Faster,” I say. He speeds up. He is f**king me so good. I love the feeling of him inside me.

“Harder,” I say. He starts thrusting harder and faster. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer to me. He lean down and lick my n*****s. It feels so good. He keeps f**king me hard. I'm moaning loudly. I need him to c*m inside me. I want to feel his warm c*m fill my p***y.

“I’m close,” he says.

“c*m inside me,” I say. A few more thrusts, and he c*m inside me. His warm c*m fills my p***y. I moan and he moans too. I love feeling him c*m in me. He collapse on me and kisses me. He pulls out and lay next to me.

I turn to him and smile.

“That was so good.”

He smiles and nod. I lean over and kiss him. I run my hand down his chest.

“Do you want to go again?”

“Yes, but my c**k needs a break first. Then I’m going to f**k you again.”

I smile and kiss him. My p***y is still throbbing. I need his c**k in me again. I can’t wait to feel him fill me up again. I kiss him hard and move my hand down to his c**k. He is starting to harden again. I stroke it gently and kiss him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me on top of him. I smile and move my lips to his neck. I kiss and suck it. His c**k starts to harden more. I stroke it faster. He moans. I keep kissing his neck and stroking his c**k. He gets fully hard. I move my p***y to his c**k and start to grind against it. He moans louder. He grabs my hips and tries to push me down on his c**k, but I resist.

“Not yet,” I say. I want to tease him.

I keep grinding against his c**k. I can feel the precum leaking out of it. I lean down and lick it off. He tastes so good. I lick his c**k and keep grinding. His precum tastes so good. His c**k is so thick and hard. I keep licking and grinding.

“I want you inside me,” he says. I smile and keep licking his c**k. He grabs my head and pull me up. He kiss me and push me down on his c**k. He moan as his c**k enter my p***y. He fills me up so well. I start riding him. He grabs my hips. He is so deep inside me. I keep riding him and keep moaning. I'm so turned on. I ride him hard and fast. He's already moaning louder. I know he will not last long. He is going to c*m fast and hard. I keep riding him.

“Bella, I’m close,” he moans out. I keep riding.

“I’m going to c*m,” he says. He cums inside me again. I moan as his c*m fills me. I ride him through his orgasm. His c*m and my wetness are leaking out of my p***y and onto his c**k. We are both moaning. He grabs my hips, and I slow down. His c**k is twitching. My p***y feels so good. I get off him and lay next to him. He turns to me and kiss me hard.

“F**k, Arabella. That was so f**king good. I’ve never been f****d like that,” he says.

“I know. It was so hot. Your c**k is amazing,” I said, smiling at him.

He smiles back at me and kiss me again. We lay there for a few minutes and kiss.

“Do you want to c*m with me this time?” I ask.

“Yes. F**k yes,” he says. I turn over and get on top of him. I put my p***y on his c**k and slide him in. His c**k is still hard. I start riding him and he moans.

“I’m going to f**k you until I c*m,” I say. I ride him faster and he moans louder.

“F**k baby, you’re so f**king hot. That’s it. F**k me with that p***y,” he says. I keep riding. His c**k feels so good inside me. It is stretching me. I am getting so close to cumming. I can feel it building.

“F**k, Jaxon. I’m so close,” I moan. He grabs my hips.

“c*m for me baby. c*m all over my c**k,” he says. His c**k hits my g-spot and I c*m. My body shakes and I scream. I can't stop shaking. I keep cumming and screaming. I have never c*m like this before. I finally stop shaking and look down at him. He is smiling.

“F**k. That's the hottest thing I have ever seen. Are you okay?” he asks. I nod.

“That's the hardest I’ve ever c*m in my life.”

He smiles.

“Good. I want to make you c*m over and over again.”

He sits up and starts kissing me. We kiss for a minute. He grabs my hips again and starts thrusting up into me.

“I’m going to fill this p***y up again,” he says. He thrusts harder and faster.

“Jaxon,” I moan.

“I love hearing you moan my name. Moan it again,” he says, thrusting harder. I moan his name and he f***s me harder.

“F**k, I’m going to c*m again,” he says.

Finally, we collapse onto the couch, tangled in sheets and each other. I’m panting, trembling, heart hammering, completely undone.

He lies beside me, one arm draped across my waist, face nuzzled into my hair. “You’re insane,” he murmurs.

“And you like it,” I reply, voice soft, teasing, vulnerable.

A smile ghosting across his lips, he doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. I know.

I feel it in every fiber of my body: this isn’t casual. This isn’t fleeting. And neither of us are walking away.

Not tonight.

Not ever.

Because the moment I felt his presence, something shifted. Something broke. Something awakened inside me that I can’t contain.

And I’m not sure I want to.

He’s not just a man. He’s a storm.

And I am standing in the middle of it, exposed, unafraid, wanting every drop of the chaos he offers.

A sudden thought hits me as I catch my breath: my parents.

Marcus. Evelyn. The ultimatum. The Christmas Summer Gala. The inheritance.

I’m supposed to be avoiding danger. Supposed to be planning my future, not giving myself over to this wild, untamed man.

But the thought of that world feels hollow compared to the heat still racing through my veins.

He stirs beside me, eyes opening, dark and smoldering. “You’re thinking about them,” he says, voice teasing, almost amused.

“I have to,” I whisper. “I can’t just—”

He silences me with a finger over my lips. “Don’t. Not tonight. Forget them. Forget everything outside this room.”

I shiver, knowing I will obey. Because in his presence, nothing else matters. Nothing else exists.

And I realize: I want him. All of him. And I might be willing to risk everything to have him.

I should run.

I should resist.

But I don’t.

I’ve met Jaxon Reed.

And my life… my world… will never be the same again.