Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 48 - Euphoria

Jadea

Aftercare went quickly. Adam was surprised he didn't absolutely hate the scene and realized it could be used in different ways when he needed a safe outlet. Though, he was still concerned by his lack of aversion to this method. He never thought he would be okay physically harming me like this, even though I requested it.

It was something we would continue to revisit. And, based on how he rationalized everything in the aftermath, we might still have to find different ways to satisfy that itch when it came along.

For now, though, he was okay continuing to lead such scenes.

"Before we go our separate ways," I interjected, wanting to bring up my request for the tattoo. "I was wondering if we could take a trip to the stronghold. Agamemnon is a tattooist and I really want to make the art on my back official." I'd had some time to contemplate this decision and was eager to move forward with it.

"I'm not opposed," Adam stated, his warm hands rubbing a soothing salve onto my back, over the welts and areas where the whip broke skin. "Though, we may want to wait a day or two, to make sure your back is fully healed. We will switch to different tools to use for the self-harm scenes for a while."

"Can you ask Agamemnon to join us?" Caden requested. We were sitting comfortably in the living room, all of us dressed and cleaned up from the scene earlier.

I did. A few minutes later, he ducked into the cabin, taking a seat across from us. "You rang?"

"Yes," Adam took point. "Jadea would like to get some work done. How long would it take you to do this sort of tattoo?" His fingers traced down my spine, sending shivers racing across my skin.

Agamemnon's bronze gaze moved over me, contemplating. "Probably two or three days at least," he shrugged. "You'll be in the chair all day, though. Based on how you do your first day, it may take longer."

Adam nodded. "When could you start working on it?"

"I don't have anything going on, other than protecting her," he nodded at me. "In my chair, it'll be that much easier to babysit her."

"Hey!" I snorted in mock offense, my amused smile bellying my words.

The others chortled.

"The timeline is more on you than me." He stood up suddenly, moving so he could study my back. "Those should all be healed up by tomorrow," he murmured. "We could start on it as early as tomorrow morning."

"Thank you," Adam said. Agamemnon nodded, taking his leave.

"Well?" I asked, my gaze turning excitedly to Adam's.

He deliberated a moment. "I think we should do a scene tomorrow," he started. "Then have two or three days of rest. When I'm visiting the kids, I'll send Garret and Chance with you. Otherwise, I will accompany you to the stronghold."

"When you go there, I will take some time to be with my pack," Caden stated. "I'll come back in the evenings—"

"Why not just stay there for a few nights," I interrupted. "I'm sure I'll be exhausted from the excursions. And the self-harm scenes will be geared more towards what Adam already knows and is comfortable with. When the tat is done, you can come back." It would give Caden some time to disconnect and recharge. Something he needed desperately. I could feel his wolf coiled within his chest, aching to be let loose. He didn't like being holed up here in the cabin. Plus, he needed some distance from Adam and I. We were a bonded pair. Being around us, when he had yet to find his mate, was hard. Especially being around me and not being able to connect and interact in a more intimate way.

"I'll think about it. When did you want to go to the ley lines, Jay?" he asked next, trying to get away from my deep dive into his mind and emotions.

"Maybe tomorrow? After the scene?"

Adam's mind brushed mine, trying to understand why I wanted to visit the ley lines. After a moment's contemplation, he agreed. "We can do that."

I beamed at both of them.

***

Adam carried me into our shared room and went straight to the shower. While we waited for the water to heat up, he carefully slid the dress from my shoulders where it pooled around my feet. Warm hands moved over every inch of my skin, his mouth leaving fiery trails wherever he touched. Slowly, ever so slowly, he knelt down before me. Hands gripping my waist as he rubbed his face all over my abdomen and thighs devotionally. Hooking a few fingers in the underwear he'd gifted me this morning, he slowly pulled them down my legs. His knuckles flirting with my skin.

"Step out of them, baby," he commanded. When they were free, he examined them, seeing my desire staining the soft cloth. Pressing the material to his mouth and nose, he inhaled my scent deep into his lungs, moaning his approval before tucking them away in his pants' pocket.

"What are you going to do with them?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't commandeer them for too long. They were rather comfy and made me feel pretty.

His wicked smile didn't give me much to go on. "You'll get them back. Eventually," he mused, forcing me to widen my stance so he could run the roughness of his beard over the sensitive insides of my thighs. "God, you smell amazing," he exclaimed, running his nose along the inside of my hipbone. "Tonight is going to be all about you, sweetheart." he promised, rising up before pulling me into the shower with him.

He lavished me with his undivided attention. Taking the time to scrub every delectable inch of me, rubbing our slick bodies over each other enticingly. There were a lot of savory caresses stoking the already smoldering longing within my veins. Lips devouring my every whim until I was consumed with desire. The longing overtaking every other thought until I was consumed with need. Nothing else existed other than him.

And he hadn't even touched the burning core at the apex of my thighs.

I was so screwed!

He chuckled at my thoughts. "Yes, you will indeed be screwed." His amusement swirled through my mind enticingly, sending shock waves down my spine.

"You're going to destroy me," I panted when his arms banded around my waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh at the backs of my thighs, forcing my legs open. My fingers fisted in his wet hair, needing an anchor in the passionate storm I was losing myself to.

"Mmm," he hummed, his tongue darting out to lick me. "I am going to lay you to ruin."

My heart jumped at the promise in his tone, a cry escaping my chest when his lips closed over me. Sucking. Licking. Devouring.

The instant I was careening over the ledge of ecstasy, he dragged us out of the shower. Still dripping wet, and riding the orgasmic high, he carried me into the bedroom where he dropped me in the middle of the bed. "We aren't done yet, baby." He smiled wickedly, reaching for his backpack at the foot of the bed, pulling out a purple U-shaped vibrator. An electric thrill ran through me, my insides clenching in anticipation, knowing I was about to reach new pleasure heights. Turning it on, he slipped the larger end into my slick folds, the thinner edge pressing against my already sensitive nub. I jerked at the intense amount of pleasure.

I wasn't going to last long.

"Adam," I panted, reaching for him, needing him to help me through this. I had never felt such insane amounts of pleasure before. At least not that I could remember.

"Breathe baby," he whispered, his mind in mine helping force air into my lungs. Closing my eyes, I focused on breathing, but all coherent thought went flying out the window when his slippery fingers slid into my back entrance. Eyes rolling, back arching, fists clenching into sheets, I felt the tension building within my body. The pleasure all consuming.

Lacing his fingers with mine, he leaned over me, eyes boring into mine as he started to gently rock into me, stretching that forbidden entrance. The stimulation was too much. At the very edges of the obsessive pleasure, I felt panic start to take hold.

"Jadea. Look at me." Adam's firm command forced me to focus on him. "I'm going to help you through this, baby. And you're going to feel so good afterwards," he soothed.

I nodded, sweat beading my skin, my body vibrating from the overwhelming, passionate frenzy.

"You're going to be my good girl and take every inch of me," he commanded, those stormy eyes boring into mine, giving me something to focus on. "Feel every delectable inch as it stretches you."

Fuck! I arched into him, my eyes closing as pleasure swamped me. His mind intimately intertwined with mine, our ecstasy building on each other. The instant he was fully seated, his pelvic bone pressed against the vibrator the stimulation overwhelming. The cry that was ripped from my throat sounding animalistic.

"Adam," I begged, the orgasm building into a crescendo I couldn't control. "Please."

His mind held mine. "You're going to c*m when I say," he growled, his mind brushing the blockade I'd erected against such intense pleasure, scared to trust him with such intense intimacy. "I will be here to catch you," he reassured, continuing to move, continuing to grow the insurmountable pleasure. His mind so entangled in mine I couldn't tell where he started and I ended. This was so much deeper than anything I had ever experienced: Mentally, physically, spiritually. The way he held my mind and soul so carefully and tenderly with his own, allowed me to fall into the all-consuming fire raging through my veins. Knowing he would hold the fractured pieces of my soul together as I splintered at the seams.

"That's right, baby," he cooed. "Just a little longer. When you c*m for me, you're going to scream my name. It will be worth the wait." When he started to move rhythmically, his thrusts continuing to slide the toy over my over-sensitized skin, I felt the first waves of ecstasy pulsing through my core. He knew I'd reached my limit and gave the order to c*m.

"Don't let me go," I pleaded on a strangled whisper, my gaze seeking his.

"Never," he promised, right on the edge of that blissful precipice himself.

Knowing I was safe, knowing he would be here in the aftermath of such pure rapture, I let go.

My screams of euphoria filled the confines of the cabin as one orgasm bled into the next. Adam's teeth sank into my neck, adding another layer of sheer ecstasy on top of the experience. Our minds bled together, colliding and melding until we were of one mind, body and soul.