“Nothing, just two children or something.” He dismissed them with a wave, while Jayce trailed his lips along her jaw, and she observed the men over his shoulder with half-closed eyes.
“Such actions are unacceptable in this location!”
Jayce ultimately withdrew slightly and inclined his head to listen.
“Indeed, the two of you must depart.”
“Could you grant us a modicum of privacy?” Jayce enquired with a harsh accent unfamiliar to Molly. “I do not require my partner to be subjected to scrutiny.”
“Indeed, certainly not. Please vacate this area and relocate that elsewhere!”
Jayce waited until their departure before he lowered Molly and grasped her hand once more. He surveyed the hallway and escorted her to their room with as much nonchalance as possible. Molly was aware that if anyone scrutinised her closely, they would discern her ulterior motives, as she was inept at concealing matters.
He secured the door immediately upon her entry. His gaze immobilised her, and they both understood that no positive outcome was imminent.
She inclined her head backward as he approached her. They must depart immediately to alert Colton. They were compelled to disclose to him all the schemes his own pack was orchestrating against him. Molly was unaware of Beckham’s whereabouts, but they needed to locate him and depart.
Jayce bent down to kiss her forcefully, as if he sought to obliterate every anxiety racing through his mind. Molly grasped his shirt and elevated herself on her toes to reciprocate the kiss, hoping it would alleviate her anxieties as well. His hands clasped her hips and gently caressed her skin as he slid them beneath her jumper. His frigid hands elicited another gasp from her, which he silenced as he transported her to their bed.
“Jayce,” Molly lamented. He loomed over her with malevolent intent in his gaze. He remained silent as he removed his shirt and tossed it across the room. He remained silent as he replicated the action with her jumper, leaving her skin exposed and cold for his gaze.
It was as if she were engaging in a perilous dance, fully aware of its moral implications. She recognised that she ought not to desire this; she understood it was neither the appropriate time nor setting to indulge, yet she was unable to articulate her request for him to cease.
He unfastened her trousers and swiftly removed them from her legs. Molly attempted to assist him, but he restrained her, securing her petite hands above her head with one of his own. “Do not compel me to restrain you,” he whispered near her ear. His resonant voice caused her to tremble, and she recognised the futility of resisting him. At this juncture, she would not contemplate it.
He relinquished her hands and ensured her immobility prior to removing her panties. She writhed beneath him, desiring to shield herself from his egocentric gaze. He scrutinised her form as though she were a work of art, but swiftly masked his expression and redirected his attention to her physique.
She sensed his teeth lightly traverse her abdomen as he inflicted minor bites. He compelled her legs apart as she attempted to close them and gazed at her with half-closed eyes. “I desire to ascertain your flavour.”
His words coursed through her veins, causing her heart to race within her chest. What was the significance of that? He was already familiar with the flavour of her kisses.
His hands clasped her thighs with such intensity that she anticipated bruises by morning. His mouth descended perilously towards a location she wished to conceal from him. She was unaware of her tension until his gaze briefly met hers, conveying a subtle warning. Molly gradually exhaled and endeavoured to compose herself.
Jayce lowered his head between her legs, and she yearned to dissolve into the bed, never to resurface. Gradually, he inserted one of his fingers into her folds, prompting her hips to instinctively move towards him.
She was unprepared for the sensation of his tongue gliding along her most sensitive region as though she were a frozen delicacy. Molly inhaled sharply and clutched the sheets. “Oh!”
The mere touch caused her body to convulse once more, and an unusual sensation began to accumulate in the depths of her abdomen. He inserted and withdrew his finger while his tongue stimulated her c******s. Molly’s lips separated as she emitted a groan more intense than ever before. She swiftly covered her mouth and looked down to observe Jayce smirking against her skin.
Upon the addition of a second finger, she asserted that the room momentarily revolved. He restrained her hips as she attempted to move against his hand with enthusiasm. Typically, this would have caused Molly embarrassment; however, her body remained indifferent. It was exhilarating; she comprehended how one might become addicted to the sensation.
His hand accelerated, he engaged with her as if she were his meal, and he traced his tongue along any moisture he detected. Molly’s back arched as her respiration accelerated, and she sensed the familiar sensation intensifying within her once more.
“Jayce,” she lamented. He elevated her hips slightly and penetrated deeper with his fingers. He leaned forward to observe as her body unravelled beneath him. Every aspect of her was fully exposed, and she was indifferent as the exhilaration coursed through her veins, elevating her to her zenith. She had to bite her arm to suppress her scream as she experienced her body’s release.
Molly gradually lowered her arm and observed as he withdrew his hand from hers and delicately licked her moisture from his fingers.
