Unrestrained Desire

Chapter 1: The Unexpected Heat

The late afternoon sun spilled through the wide windows of our downtown loft, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. I was bent over the kitchen counter, scribbling notes for a work project, when I felt the familiar heat of Jace’s hands sliding up the back of my thighs. My husband had a way of sneaking up on me, his touch both a surprise and a promise. I didn’t flinch. Instead, I smirked, not even turning around.

‘Can’t keep your hands to yourself for five damn minutes, can you?’ I teased, my voice sharp as a blade, though my body was already reacting to the slow, deliberate way his fingers traced the edge of my shorts.

‘Why would I?’ Jace’s voice was a low growl, dripping with mischief as he pressed himself against me, his hard cock evident through his jeans. ‘Your body’s a fucking playground, Mara. And I’m not here to sit on the sidelines.’

I spun around, meeting his dark, hungry eyes with a glare that could cut glass. ‘Oh, so I’m just your toy now? Careful, babe, I bite back.’ My words were laced with challenge, and I saw the spark of excitement flare in his gaze. He loved this—loved when I pushed back just as hard as he came on.

‘Bite all you want,’ he shot back, his hands gripping my hips with a possessive force that sent a shiver down my spine. ‘I’ll just fuck you harder for it.’

I laughed, a sharp, wicked sound, and shoved him back a step, though my pulse was already racing. ‘Big talk for a man who’s still got his pants on. You gonna do something about that, or just stand there drooling over my ass?’

His grin was feral as he yanked his shirt over his head, revealing the taut lines of his chest, already glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. ‘Keep running that mouth, Mara. I’ll have it wrapped around my cock soon enough.’

My eyes narrowed, but the heat pooling between my thighs betrayed me. I stepped closer, dragging a nail down his chest, hard enough to leave a faint red line. ‘Only if I decide to let you. You don’t own me, Jace. You just get to borrow this pussy when I’m feeling generous.’

He groaned, low and guttural, his hands sliding under my tank top to grip my bare skin. ‘Fuck, woman, you’re gonna kill me with that attitude. But damn if I don’t love it.’

I tilted my head, smirking as I felt his fingers dig into me, his need palpable. ‘Good. Now shut up and show me how much.’ My voice was a command, not a plea, and I saw the fire ignite in him as he shoved me back against the counter, his mouth crashing into mine with a ferocity that stole my breath.

Our tongues battled, sharp and hungry, as his hands roamed everywhere—my ass, my waist, tugging at my shorts until they hit the floor. I was already wet, dripping with anticipation, and I could feel his hard length pressing against me, desperate to be freed. My fingers worked at his belt, yanking it open with a clatter as I bit his lower lip, drawing a hiss from him.

‘Fuck, Mara,’ he panted, his voice rough with lust as I shoved his jeans down just enough to grip him, feeling the heat of his cock in my hand. ‘You’re gonna make me lose it before I even get inside you.’

‘Then hurry the hell up,’ I snapped, my own breath coming fast, my body aching for him. I wasn’t some fragile thing to be handled with care—I wanted it rough, raw, and right fucking now. I pulled him closer, guiding him to where I was already aching, my pussy slick and ready as I braced myself against the counter.

His eyes locked on mine, dark with promise, as he positioned himself, the tip of him teasing me just enough to make me growl. ‘You want it hard, don’t you?’ he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr.

‘Don’t ask stupid questions,’ I shot back, my nails digging into his shoulders. ‘Fuck me like you mean it, Jace. Anywhere, anytime—just like you always do.’

And with that, he thrust forward, the sudden, brutal heat of him filling me as I gasped, my body arching against the counter. This was just the beginning, and I knew we were nowhere near done.