(Casey's POV)
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A piercing moan escaped my lips—raw, breathy, and desperate. My fingers clutched the sheets like lifelines, knuckles white as Jace's hand gripped my waist, anchoring me in place. His touch was firm and dominant, but laced with a tenderness that made my heart race almost as fast as my pulse. He kept thrusting into me, his fingers digging into my flesh.
With his other hand, he teased my breast, kneading it gently before letting his thumb circle my nipple with infuriating patience. Every stroke sent tiny jolts of pleasure dancing through my nerves, tightening my core and making it harder to breathe. My body was a trembling mess, my thighs trembling, my back arching instinctively, begging for more.
My eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted in shallow gasps, trying—failing—to process the intensity of what I was feeling. It was too much… and somehow not enough.
"Jace…" I whispered, his name a mix of plea and praise. "Please…"
