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"I don't know if you're my true love, Y/N. All I know is that I want you to be."
His hands left the dagger and slid around my waist. Those silver eyes bore into mine, caught in a rare earnesty that, despite everything, spurred a roar of warmth in my abdomen.
Jacks opened his mouth to speak again, but before I could regret it, I silenced him by slamming my mouth over his.
The Fate stiffened for half a moment, cool body wraught with surprise, but his hands swiftly tightened over my hips and dragged me against his chest. His kiss was hot despite the coolness of his lips, messy but not sloppy as his hand caught in my hair and his tongue pressed into mine.
Gods knew I shouldn't trust him, couldn't trust him, but every atom of me burned for him with delectable heat that had long predated his betrayal. Whatever connection existed between us was more than an artificial bond -- there was something raw, something so painfully fervid that it scorched my veins. And as he kissed me and my lungs ached for breath, I still craved him more than air. He was twisted, and cruel, and deceitful, and I knew that I should've hated him, but all my carousel of thoughts could fathom was his uncharacteristic selflessness.
'You think it's in my nature to be kind?'
The dagger clattered to the floor between us.
And still, he kissed me.
His mouth travelled along my jaw, and when I exposed my neck to him with an unthinking moan, I felt him growl into my skin and nip at the tender flesh. He swallowed my gasp with his mouth.
"I want you," I managed to sigh against his lips. "Gods be damned, I need you, Jacks..."
"Then have me, my love." His voice was a purr, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear.
I pushed my body into his, chest to beating chest as my hands ran down the hard expanse of his shoulders to dig into the bare plains of his torso. My nails dug into his skin and he hissed in satisfaction, grinning slyly into the kiss as his hands cupped my ass and lifted me to sit on the poker table. My legs opened for him as he pressed against me, his clothed hardness straining to reach me through the layers of my dress.
Jacks swept my long skirts aside, fingers trailing up my calf, my thigh, before teasing my bikini line as he smirked into the kiss.
"Darling... look at you, so eager for me." His voice was thick with lust. Whether or not he could allow himself to love me, the tone in his voice left no room for doubt: he wanted me. And he would have me.
Slender fingers toyed with the waistband of my panties as he sucked on my neck. I whimpered under his touch, trying to edge closer to his fingers, but he pressed at my hips to hold me steady as he tutted right against my ear.
"No, princess... I'm in charge here. I've waited so fucking long to have you, and I'm going to enjoy it." The low snarl of his voice was enough to make me mewl, and he chuckled into my skin as he kissed down my collarbone, teeth trailing over my cleavage before he snapped the buttons containing it with a sharp bite. The fabric gave way and the pearl fasteners clattered and rolled across the hardwood floors as my breasts spilled into his waiting hand, whilst his other still ghosted over my clothed heat.
Jacks wasted no time in sucking my nipple into his mouth, nipping at the budded peak as he sucked and teased with that silver tongue. His hand pressed harder into my core, palm grinding against my clit, and I bucked my hips into him as I dug my fingers into the felt table.
The Fate smirked, releasing my nipple with a wet pop as he again tasted my mouth, forcing me back onto the table with his chest hard against mine. I could feel his flush skin over mine, the race of his heart that I, and I alone, had spurred.
"Jacks..." I whimpered into the kiss as he pressed his fingers harder against me, teasing my opening through the slick lace barring him from it.
"Such sweet sounds, my love... I wonder if these lips taste just as pleasant," he teased, fingers slipping past my waistband and finally, finally, meeting my core.
I didn't have time to respond before he was tearing the panties from my hips and dropping to his knees before me, mouth covering my pussy without hesitation. His tongue was godly as it worked my heat, tasting and searching and flicking deliciously at that screaming bundle of nerves. I couldn't contain my gasped moans, one hand flinging across the table and uselessly searching for purchase in the piles chips and loose cards, the other knotting in his golden hair as I ground against his face.
"So pretty coming undone for me," Jacks soothed, easing from my core to nip and suck at my thighs. He chuckled at my whine. "Oh, princess... so desperate for me, hmm?"
I was too far lost in his touch to be embarrassed as I frantically nodded. "Yes, Jacks, please, please..."
He smirked again and delved back into my heat, sucking my clit between his teeth as a long finger slid inside of me. The sound that ripped from my throat was inhuman as he added another finger and curled them into my walls, pressing with experienced pressure as he pumped his wrist at my entrance.
"Scream for me, darling. Tell everyone who's doing this to you. Show everyone you belong to the Prince of Hearts."
At that hissed command, I unravelled beneath him, body writhing and back arching over the table as I cried out and shook against him, Jacks' face still buried between my legs.
"Good girl," he whispered as, trembling, the surges of pleasure began to subside.
When I had gained enough wherewithal to hone back in on the Fate, he wore a devils grin and was stroking his freed cock. Like him, it was tall and slender, pale with a weeping red head like blood against snow. The sight of it had my toes curling and my breath catching.
"Normally I'd like you to return the favour, but I've been dreaming of you around me for long enough that I don't think I can wait any longer," Jacks purred, leaning up to graze a kiss over my lips. I tasted my salt on his tongue, and whimpered as I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance.
"Tell me you want me," he demanded. His voice was hard, but when his eyes found mine there was an undercurrent of softness that, despite everything, had a feeling of safety hum through my veins.
"I need you, Jacks, please."
That was all the confirmation he needed before he was sliding into me, hard cock slick with my wet as he eased inside of me until his pelvis ground against mine. He was so deep, so flush against me that I could feel him up near my stomach, my walls pulsing around him as he released an inhuman groan.
"Fuck," he hissed, and eased out just enough to slam back into me.
My head knocked against the table and I cried out at the sharp burst of pleasure that the movement spurred. "Jacks," was all I could whimper, all but sobbing his name as he began to rhythmically rock into me.
His lips were cool on my flushed skin as he kissed my cheeks, my jaw, my neck, his hands grabbing at the meat of my thighs, my breasts, my hips, unable to linger more than a moment on any of my warmth. It was as though he wanted to consume me with his touch, worship every bare inch of me until he'd held all of me in his slender hands.
Jacks bit and sucked at my neck and my swollen mouth as he thrust into me, his thumb working my clit as he felt me tense up beneath him. I shivered beneath him, body quivering as he worked me to my breaking point.
"Gods, sweetheart, I can feel you squeezing me... like you're trying to milk the cum right out of my cock."
I was too lost in pleasure, in him, to blush.
"Jacks," was all I moaned. "I-- I'm so--"
He chuckled darkly. "Oh, darling, I know... but I think it's my turn, don't you?" His eyes were scorching as he grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach, slamming back into me as he squeezed at my ass and dug his fingers into the ample flesh. I bit down on my lip until I tasted metal as I dug my fingers into the table.
His pace was fast, relentless, his pelvis slapping against my skin as he garnered speed. "Fuck, darling, I'm going to come inside that sweet pussy," he groaned, kissing down my spine as he pressed his hips against my ass.
That was enough to slap some sense into me. My breath caught. "J-Jacks, I haven't had a tonic--"
"Too late for that, sweetheart," he rasped, and despite myself a surge of pleasure at his words had me tumbling over the edge as he thrust his cock as deeply inside of me as he could and spilled his release inside of me.
I clenched wildly around him as I scratched and clawed at the table, moaning endlessly as he pressed his hips against my ass and let his cock spurt and twitch within my pulsing walls.
He stayed plugged inside of me until both of our panting had subsided into steady breathing, before finally easing himself from my opening. Hot, slick cum immediately began to leak from my swollen pussy, and when I rolled onto my back, I caught Jacks' possessive, satisfied smirk at the sight of it.
"Mine," he all but growled, and sealed his claim with a hungry kiss. I was too dazed to be upset, and a larger part of me than I'd like to admit was flush with excitement at the sensation of his seed flooding my heat.
"Yours," I finally breathed.
The next several moments were a hazy blur, but I felt Jacks' scoop me into his arms as easily as lifting a bag of feathers. His touch was uncharacteristically gentle as he laid me on the whiskey coloured couch and grazed a kiss over my temple. He curled in against me on the couch, my back to his chest as his muscular arms wrapped around me protectively. His lips grazed my earlobe.
"My love... all mine," he breathed again, placing a tender kiss to my jaw.
As loose as an elastic that had been stretched beyond breaking, I leaned into his embrace. Maybe he was a monster, a cunning, deceitful god. But as I laid against his chest and felt his pulse thrumming against my back, I had never found sleep more easily than in his arms.