Chapitre 79: Arc 6 - Ch 12: Just A Taste
Author's Note: I usually don't do pre-chapter author's notes, but I do give warnings in rare cases when appropriate. This chapter contains Explicit Sexual Content and is completely skippable if you're not interested.
Chapter 79
Arc 6 - Ch 12: Just A Taste
Date: Monday, June 27, 2011.
Location: House of M, Manhattan, New York
Jubilee, who had been still for hours, suddenly moved.
It was a subtle thing. But to Tyson, who had enhanced senses and had been watching her, it was obvious.
He leaned forward, holding his breath. And then, in one eerie motion, Jubilee's eyes shot open as if she had been wide awake the whole time. She sat up, her movements unnatural.
Jubilee's head turned slowly, her eyes locking onto Tyson's with a predatory focus. A smile spread across her face, but it was not the warm, mischievous grin he had come to love. This smile held a ravenous hunger that sent a chill down Tyson's spine.
"Jubilee?" Tyson whispered hoarsely, "Is that... is that you?"
She tilted her head, her gaze never leaving his. And then he saw her fangs. Long and sharp, standing out as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Of course, it's me, Ty," she purred, her voice like honey. "Who else would it be?"
For the first time, he saw her chest rise as she inhaled deeply, sniffing the air.
"That blonde was right," she admitted.
"God, you smell good enough to eat."
Tyson's throat tightened as he swallowed hard. He realized the bitter truth as she rose.
He had failed her.
"Jubilee, I..." Tyson began, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I tried to save you, but I couldn't. I couldn't stop this from happening."
Jubilee tilted her head, studying him with a predatory gaze. She licked her lips slowly, savoring his scent. "Stop worrying, handsome. I feel great. It's better than great. I feel powerful." She crawled towards Tyson. Her hips seductively swayed as she crept closer. "And hungry. So very, very hungry."
Tyson sat back instinctively, putting some distance between them. "Jubes, listen," he pleaded. "We can still fix this."
Jubilee laughed a throaty chuckle. "Oh, Tyson, always the hero. Always trying to save everyone." She pressed herself against him. "But maybe I don't want to be saved. Maybe I like being this way."
Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light. "You smell so good, Tyson. Like sunshine and unbreakable strength and life. I'm so hungry. Help me. Just a taste. Just a sip."
Every instinct screamed at him that she was a predator. To push her away, to defend himself against the vampire. But this was Jubilee. He couldn't hurt her, couldn't bring himself to raise a hand against her. Then, his mind halted.
She'd touched him.
She was touching him; he felt no drain, and she didn't recoil from the pain.
Jubilee's eyes glinted with amusement as she watched Tyson's expression shift to surprised realization. She continued tracing her finger along his cheek, reveling in the warmth of his skin against her cool touch.
"Did you forget? The vampire woman bit you, and she was unaffected. Why are you shocked that it's the same with me?"
Tyson's brow furrowed as her words sank in. She was right. In the chaos of the past few days, he hadn't taken the time to consider it. The memory of the vampire woman's bite flashed through his mind, her fangs sinking into his flesh without triggering his power. Focused on saving Jubilee and preventing her transformation, he hadn't stopped to think about the implications of his encounter with the vampires.
"You absorb lifeforce," Jubilee continued, her fingers trailing down his neck. "You can't absorb life from someone dead."
"I... I didn't think about it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jubilee's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Of course you didn't. You were too busy playing the hero, trying to save poor little me." She leaned in closer, her breath cool against his ear. "But now, we're equals. No more worrying about hurting me with your touch."
"The way you're acting...this isn't you," he said quietly.
She leaned back, regarding him with a sly smile. "Would you prefer I start quoting lines from vampire movies? I can do that." Jubilee cleared her throat theatrically, lifting her chin as she adopted an exaggerated accent.
"Bear me no ill will, my love. We are now even. What died in this room was not that woman. What has died is the last breath in me that was human."
Tyson looked at her blankly, clearly not recognizing the quote.
Jubilee dropped the accent, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "Interview with the Vampire? No? Too obscure, I guess. Don't remember that with your so-called selective amnesia, huh?"
She paused, thoughtful, then leaned in close again until her nose nearly brushed his neck. Taking a deep, exaggerated breath, she purred, "Your scent is like a drug to me, like my own personal brand of heroin."
Pulling back, she searched his face expectantly.
"Twilight?" Tyson guessed uncertainly.
"Ding ding. He gets it. See, handsome, it is me. Don't you want to see what it's like? To touch without fear?" The temptation to give in, to experience intimacy without the constant worry of his powers, was enticing. "Illyana told me about how you two had sex with the amulet," she said, "Twenty minutes was all you had. That's so sad. I know you're good for far more than that."
"And I'm so hungry. I need to feed. I need you."
"There are ways we can help you." he said, "We failed the ritual, but that wasn't the only solution. I haven't given up."
Jubilee's expression hardened for a moment before softening into a seductive smile. "Always so noble," she cooed. "But what if I told you I don't want to be cured? What if this is what I want to be?"
Tyson's resolve crumbled. It was his fault that she became this. He couldn't deny her. Slowly, reluctantly, he tilted his head to the side, baring his neck.
Jubilee's breath was cool against his skin as she leaned in close. "Don't worry, handsome. You were gentle with me my first time. I'll be gentle, too. I'll take care of you. I promise."
Her fangs sank into his flesh, piercing deep. Tyson gasped at the penetration. But then, a wave of euphoria washed over him, drowning out everything else. His eyes fluttered closed as Jubilee drank deep, her lips sealed against his throat.
The world narrowed as they locked in an intimate embrace. Tyson felt his life force ebbing, his blood flowing into Jubilee with every pull of her mouth. But he didn't fight it. The drain from her bite was so minor, such a small thing, that it was hardly noticeable. He didn't feel weaker, lightheaded, or paralyzed. If anything, it felt nice having her up against him, her lips on him. And the way she grinded on him was making his body respond.
Finally, Jubilee pulled back. Her lips were stained crimson, her eyes glowing with newfound vitality. She licked a stray drop of blood from the corner of her mouth, savoring the taste. "You taste even better than you smell," she whispered, her voice husky with satisfaction.
Tyson wondered if he should feel horrified or turned on by what had just happened, but all he could focus on was the blissful numbness that permeated his body.
"What... what happens now?" he managed to ask.
Jubilee smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "Now? Now we have some fun. That was just a taste. I want more. Think you can handle it?"
Tyson opened his mouth to protest, but Jubilee cut him off before he could speak.
"Do I need to be the damsel in distress?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye. Seeing the confusion on Tyson's face, Jubilee grinned and scooted onto his lap, straddling him. She gazed into his eyes with an exaggerated pout.
"Tyson, the vampire bit me," Jubilee said, her voice dripping with mock dramatics. "I died. And I need you. Only you can help me. Your blood is so delicious. I need it so bad, and you taste so good." She leaned in closer, her breath tickling his ear. "I don't know who else to turn to. You're the only one who can satisfy me."
Jubilee rolled her hips against him seductively, her movements deliberate and enticing.
"Please, Tyson," Jubilee whispered, her lips brushing his earlobe. "I need you. I need you to fill me up. In more ways than one."
Jubilee's newfound boldness and the sinful promises lacing her words were intoxicating, chipping away at his resolve.
"Talk about bloodlust…" Tyson attempted weakly, even as his hands found their way to her hips.
She threw her head back and laughed. "Now you're starting to get into it," Jubilee purred, nipping at his jawline. "I know you want this as much as I do. I can feel it."
She ground down harder against the growing bulge in his pants, eliciting a low groan from Tyson. His fingers dug into her thighs as he fought to maintain control.
"You're not yourself. It's the vampire talking." Tyson argued, but his protests sounded feeble even to his ears.
Jubilee chuckled, a seductive sound that vibrated through her chest. "Oh, I'm very much myself, Tyson. And I know what I want."
She pushed his back to the mattress, still straddling his hips. Her eyes glittered with hunger as she gazed down at him.
"Poor touch-starved Tyson," she purred, "So desperate for contact, for connection. I can feel how much you need this, need me."
Tyson swallowed hard. "Jubilee..."
"Shh, I've got you," Jubilee soothed, leaning down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth with shameless hunger. Tyson responded, his tongue tangling with hers as the last vestiges of his resistance crumbled.
Jubilee broke the kiss, leaving them both panting. "I'll take care of you, fill that aching void inside you. Say yes, Tyson. Please. Give in to what we both desire. Let me have you, all of you."
Tyson stared into her eyes, seeing the longing and lust burning within. Slowly, deliberately, he tilted his head to the side, exposing his throat.
"Yes," he breathed, his voice raw with want. "Take what you need, Jubes. I'm yours."
"Mine," she agreed before sinking her teeth deep into his flesh.
Tyson shuddered. A rush of euphoria quickly chased away the sting of pain. She drank deep, each pull of her mouth sending bolts of pleasure zinging through his nerve endings. Even as she fed, her fingers worked deftly at the buttons of his shirt, parting the fabric to expose his chest. Nails raked over his skin, raising pink welts in their wake, only for them to heal moments later.
Jubilee pulled back, licking the ruby droplets from her lips. The wound at Tyson's throat knitted closed before her eyes.
"Look at you," she marveled, tracing the unblemished skin. "My own… personal… buffet. I could feast on you for hours, and you'd keep coming back for more, wouldn't you?"
Tyson's only response was a shaky exhale, his entire body trembling with need. Jubilee grinned fiercely, a predator scenting weakness. She leaned down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, the coppery tang of his own blood flooding Tyson's mouth. Her tongue delved deep, claiming and conquering. Tyson submitted eagerly, arching up into her with wanton desperation.
Jubilee's hands roamed his body; nails scored lines of fire down his ribs and abdomen. Lower and lower, she traveled until her fingers brushed the waistband of his pants.
"Please," Tyson begged, the word muffled against her lips. "Please, Jubilee, I need..."
"I know what you need," she said, popping the button of his fly with a flick of her fingers. Her hand delved into his pants, wrapping around the rigid heat of him. Tyson inhaled sharply at her touch.
She stroked him with deliberate slowness, relishing each twitch and moan she wrung from him. Her thumb swirled around the sensitive head, gathering the bead of moisture at the tip. She pulled back to watch Tyson's face as she touched him, entranced by the play of ecstasy across his features, lost to the sensations she stoked to life within him.
Leaning down, Jubilee dragged her tongue along the hollow of Tyson's throat. "You're mine now," she declared, punctuating the words with a sharp nip. "And I plan to claim every. Last. Drop. And every inch of you."
Jubilee's eyes glinted with a feral intensity as she crawled backward, her movements languid and deliberate. Her hand remained firmly wrapped around his member as she positioned herself between his legs.
Tyson's breath hitched in his throat as he watched her, his body a tangle of desire and trepidation. She continued to stroke him, each motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. With a wicked smile, Jubilee leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his inner thigh. Her lips were cool against his heated skin. Tyson's fingers curled into the mattress, his entire body tensing in anticipation.
Their eyes locked as her fangs sank into the flesh of his thigh. She drank deeply from his femoral artery, causing his breath to catch and forcing a gasp of surprise and pleasure to escape his lips. The sensation of her feeding from him was intoxicating, a heady, euphoric bliss. He reveled in the joy of her touch, of how she continued to stroke him, even as she fed.
As Jubilee had her fill of his blood, she leaned back. Tyson watched in awe as her skin transitioned from a deathly pallor to a more vibrant hue, closer to her normal skin tone. She released her grip on his member and brought her blood-stained lips to his wound. The punctures from her bite healed almost instantly, leaving nothing but smooth, unblemished skin in its wake. She licked the stray drops of blood that lingered on his skin, her tongue warm and wet against his flesh. Tyson wondered at that warmth. When she'd risen, she was cold. But now she felt almost normal.
With a soft purr of contentment, Jubilee leaned up and guided his hard length into her mouth.
A flicker of nervousness fluttered in his chest at the sight of her fangs so close to such a sensitive area. But as she began to suck, he realized that her sharp teeth had retracted, leaving nothing but the soft, velvety warmth of her mouth.
The sensation was exquisite, a maddening blend of heat and suction that threatened to unravel his self-control. Tyson's hips bucked of their own accord, driving himself deeper into her mouth. Jubilee moaned around him as his fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head up and down. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing and taunting him with each stroke. He could feel the pressure building within him, a coiling tension that threatened to snap at any moment.
Her hands roamed his body. Each touch, each caress, only served to heighten his arousal, pushing him ever closer to the brink.
With a low growl, Tyson pulled Jubilee away from him, his body shaking with the effort it took to hold back.
Jubilee grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "Impatient, are we?" she teased, her voice husky with arousal.
Tyson reached for Jubilee. He wanted to lift her onto him, to claim her with the same wild abandon she had shown him. But Jubilee's hands flashed out, her fingers encircling his wrists with surprising strength. The force of her grip told him she was not as strong as he was, but still, she was far beyond any human could hope to be.
"Not so fast," she admonished him, "I'm not done with you yet."
Before Tyson could respond, Jubilee dipped her head again, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. She worked him with a skill and enthusiasm that left him breathless, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Tyson's head fell back, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the exquisite sensations coursing through his body.
Then, without warning, Jubilee took him further than he thought possible. Tyson's eyes snapped open, a gasp escaping his lips as he felt her engulf the entirety of his cock. He could feel her throat constricting around him, the muscles working to accommodate his girth. She didn't need to breathe any longer, a fact she proved by holding him deep, her lips pressed against the base of his shaft. Tyson groaned, his fingers running through her hair as he fought the urge to thrust into her mouth.
The sight of her lips stretched wide around his member was almost too much for him to bear. But Jubilee was relentless, her mouth and throat working in tandem to drive him ever closer to the edge. He could feel the pressure building within him, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep him away.
When Tyson thought he could take no more, Jubilee pulled back, releasing him with a wet, popping sound. She licked her lips slowly, savoring his taste. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured, "You like it when I take control."
Tyson could only nod, his voice trapped in his throat by the intensity of his arousal. Jubilee grinned, smug and satisfied. "A little bit of using my mouth got you to stop thinking with your big head and thinking with your little one."
Her fingers traced his erection. "I want you inside me, Tyson," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I want to feel you fill me up, claim me as yours. You were my first. And you'll be my only."
Tyson's hands found their way to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her effortlessly. Jubilee wrapped her legs around his waist, her body aligning perfectly with his. He could feel the heat of her through the thin barrier of their clothing, a tantalizing promise of the pleasure that awaited them both.
With a low growl, Tyson claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to tangle with hers. Jubilee moaned into the kiss, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she ground herself against him. The friction was exquisite, a maddening tease that only heightened their mutual desire.
Tyson's hands roamed her body, exploring every dip and curve. He slipped his fingers beneath the bottom of her dress, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Jubilee arched into his touch. As their kiss deepened, Tyson's other hand snaked between their bodies. He slid his hand inside her panties, his fingers seeking out the slick, wet heat of her core. Jubilee gasped as he stroked her, her body shuddering with pleasure at his touch.
Tyson broke the kiss, his lips trailing a path down her throat to the valley between her breasts. Jubilee's head fell back, her eyes closed as she surrendered herself to his touch. Her hips bucked against his hand. Tyson watched her, entranced by the play of emotions across her face. Her pleasure was his pleasure, her desire mirroring his own.
Jubilee pulled back just enough to remove her dress. Her panties and bra followed before she reached for him once more and positioned herself above him.
The sight of her, poised above him, completely nude, was intoxicating. She reached down, her fingers curling around his length. She stroked him slowly, her touch light and teasing. She positioned him at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick, wet heat. And then, with agonizing slowness, Jubilee began to lower herself onto him. The sensation was exquisite, a rush of heat and pleasure as he felt himself slide deep inside her. She was tight, so tight, and the feeling of her surrounding him was almost too much to bear.
Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she took him entirely inside her. She paused momentarily, adjusting to the sensation of him filling her so completely. Then she began to move.
Tyson's hands found their way to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he matched her rhythm. He thrust up. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, the wet slap of skin against skin mingling with their ragged breaths and soft moans of pleasure.
Jubilee rode him with an abandon that left Tyson breathless. Her movements were fluid and graceful, her body undulating with a sensual rhythm that was both mesmerizing and maddening. She leaned forward, her hands braced against his chest, her eyes locked on his as she took what she needed from him.
Her voice dripped with playful mockery as she gazed down at Tyson. "You were so quick to give in to me this time. What happened? I die, and you lose all that fire in you?" Tyson's eyes narrowed, a spark of defiance rising within him at her taunting words. She smirked, relishing the reaction. "Ah, there it is. A little bit of that side of you is coming out. You don't have to hold back anymore. I'm stronger than you now."
"You think you're in control now just because you're a vampire?" Tyson's voice was a low rumble, vibrating with an undercurrent of danger that sent a thrill coursing through Jubilee's veins.
A rumbling growl escaped Tyson's throat, primal and dangerous. With sudden speed, his hands shot up to grab Jubilee's wrists. She struggled against him, testing her newfound vampiric strength, but he was still stronger. Tyson flipped them over, pinning Jubilee beneath the weight of his muscular body. She gasped, surprise and arousal mingling in her expression. He drove into her powerfully then, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her lips.
His grip on Jubilee's wrists tightened, his muscles straining to hold her in place.
"That's it, take me, make me feel alive," Jubilee commanded, her eyes burning with intensity.
Tyson's response was a sudden, forceful thrust that left them both gasping for air. Jubilee's eyes widened, and a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure crossed her face as Tyson's grip on her wrists tightened further.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on as he claimed her with unrestrained passion. His powerful body moved over her insistently, dominating her slender form.
Jubilee reveled in this unleashed side of Tyson, thrilling in the enthusiasm of his lovemaking. She craved the wild abandon, the raw sensuality, the dance between power and submission.
"Is this what you wanted?" Tyson demanded as their bodies moved together. "To push me? To see how far I'll go?"
Jubilee's answer was a low, throaty moan as Tyson's pace increased, each powerful stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. "This is what I wanted. I wanted you to stop holding back. I wanted to feel your power, your strength. I wanted to feel alive."
Tyson's only response was a low growl as he released her wrists, his hands moving to grip her hips with bruising force. He pulled her harder against him, his movements growing more frantic with each passing second.
Jubilee's fingers clawed at the sheets, her body arching beneath Tyson's. She could feel the hunger building within her, a desperate, all-consuming need that only Tyson could satisfy.
"Tyson," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I need you. All of you."
Tyson could feel the pressure building within him, a coiling tension that threatened to snap at any moment. His fingers tightened on her hips, his thrusts growing more urgent as he chased the release that beckoned just out of reach.
And then, just as he was about to reach the point of no return, Jubilee leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Come for me, Tyson," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Let go and give yourself to me."
The sound of her voice, the feel of her body moving against his, was too much for Tyson to resist.
Then, without warning, her bite sank sharply into his neck.
Tyson gasped at the sudden spike of pleasure as the endorphin rush from her bite flooded his senses. Warm euphoria spread outward from the mark, tendrils of bliss moving across his skin. His body thrummed, every nerve alive. Lost in the haze of sensation, he was barely clinging to coherence. Jubilee's lips and tongue played at his skin while she sucked, causing fresh flares of pleasure to jolt through him with each pass of her mouth.
Tyson finally shattered. The euphoria peaked, cresting like a wave as he came undone. His climax rolled through him powerfully, every muscle taut as a bowstring. Gasping her name, Tyson let the sensations carry him away, awash in the bliss she had bestowed upon him. His body convulsed as he spilled himself deep inside her.
Jubilee threw her head back, her fingers clawing at his chest as she found her release alongside his. Her body shuddered around him, her inner muscles milking him as she came with a soft, keening cry.
They clung to each other as the aftershocks of their passion rippled through their bodies. Jubilee collapsed onto Tyson's chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
The room grew silent, save for their breathing, which was slowly returning to normal. Tyson stroked Jubilee's hair, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head as he held her in his arms. There was a warmth in her gaze, a sense of contentment that Tyson had never seen before. She smiled at him; the soft, genuine gesture lit her face.
Jubilee's eyes locked onto Tyson's, their brown depths pulling him in with an irresistible gravity. "Don't ever let me go," she whispered, her voice husky with desire and contentment. "I'm yours now. And forever."
Tyson felt her words reverberate through his soul, settling into the corners of his mind and the marrow of his bones.
He knew, with sudden clarity, that she meant every syllable. Despite the complicated twist their relationship had taken, her commitment was unwavering. Wordlessly, he drew her slender frame against him, one hand tangling in her silken black hair while the other pressed into the small of her back. He held her like she were the most precious thing in the universe, cradling her against his chest. Jubilee melted into his embrace, fitting her lithe body against his like two puzzle pieces locking into place.
"I love you," she murmured, her breath warm against his neck. Her voice was a mere whisper, yet it rang with sincerity. "I know things are different now. But what I feel for you will never change."
Seeing her now, Tyson marveled at the change in her complexion as she gazed up at him through her lashes. The pale pallor had faded completely, replaced by the soft peach tones he remembered. A flush of life and vibrancy had returned to her skin.
Jubilee trailed gentle fingers along the outline of Tyson's jaw. Tyson caught her hand, pressing a fervent kiss to her palm. "I'd do anything for you, Jubes. I care about you more than I know how to say."
Tyson captured her lips in a kiss that poured out all the worry and regret he'd harbored the past days. Jubilee melted against him, her fingers twining in his hair as she returned the kiss with equal ardor. They lost themselves in the push and pull of lips and tongues in wandering hands that mapped the contours of bared skin. But there was a tenderness underlying the passion, a sense of cherishing, loving.
When they finally broke apart. Jubilee rested her forehead against Tyson's and spoke through kiss-swollen lips. "Well. That was a long time coming."
Tyson huffed a laugh. "Guess near-death experiences, or whatever you'd call this, have a way of putting things in perspective."
Tyson's mismatched eyes traced the contours of her face, the flush of life in her cheeks. "Your color came back after you had some of my blood," he observed.
"I feel so alive now," she replied, her voice laced with wonder. "I don't mean metaphorically. It was like living in a black-and-white show when I woke up. All that mattered was the hunger. The only color was the red of the blood in your veins. But now it's like all the color returned to the world. I feel normal. Stronger." She paused, her gaze intensifying. "And everything seems so clear, the smallest details, your scent."
Jubilee rested her head on his chest. "I was only half joking earlier. I might still need you to be my hero." Her voice showed vulnerability for the first time since her awakening. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
"I need you to promise you'll keep me from crossing any lines and keep me under control. I need you to take care of me."
Tyson tightened his arms around her, lips brushing against her forehead in a tender kiss. "I promise, Jubes," he murmured.
She lifted her head to meet his gaze, her brown eyes shining with unshed tears. "And I'll do the same, okay?" she replied. "I'll take care of you, fight at your side, and make sure you don't take things too far. I promise. Even death couldn't keep us apart."
Tyson sighed and said, "Let's not tempt fate. You dying once was enough. Let's keep it from happening again. Please."
She took his hand and placed it on her chest. "I can feel your blood in my veins," she murmured, her fingers intertwining with his. "I can feel my heartbeat. Can't you?"
Tyson could. Beneath his palm, the steady thrum of her heart was reassuring. It was a change from the silence when she'd first awakened.
Jubilee smiled darkly, a hint of the predator that lurked beneath her skin peeking through. "That's not all I feel," she purred, her hand trailing down his chest, over the firm planes of his abdomen, until she reached the evidence of his arousal. Her eyes locked onto his. Tyson felt a pull in the back of his mind as she said, "I can feel you. You want more."
A surge of desire coursed through Tyson, a reminder that his body was still eager. He grabbed Jubilee's wrists and rolled her onto her back.
He confirmed, "I want more," his voice husky with need.
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