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The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting sharp lines across the bed where Jay was finally beginning to stir. Keifer hadn't slept a wink. He had spent the entire night sitting in the armchair across from the bed, staring at her sleeping form while his blood boiled with a dark, suffocating jealousy. Every time he closed his eyes, he just heard her voice from the night before—drunk, slurring, and laughing about that boy Julie and his stupid golden fish. She had talked about him nonstop, a bright smile on her face that completely ignored the way Keifer was tearing apart inside.
He had forced himself to wait. He sat in the heavy silence, counting the hours until the alcohol wore off and she came back to her senses.
Now, the sun was up, and Jay groaned softly, her eyelids fluttering open as she woke up to the morning. She blinked against the light, completely unaware of the storm she had caused, her mind entirely blank regarding the night before.
Keifer didn't say a word. The silence in the room was deafening. He stood up from the chair, his movements cold and deliberate, driven entirely by the restraint that had finally snapped after hours of waiting.
He climbed onto the bed, looming over her.
Before she could even mutter a morning greeting or ask what was wrong, Keifer reached down and began stripping her clothes off, his hands fast and unyielding. Jay gasped, her eyes widening in confusion as the fabric was pulled away. She wanted to ask him what was happening, but the words caught in her throat. Without a single explanation, without a gentle touch or a spoken word to ease the tension, he entered her immediately, letting the raw, pent-up anger and jealousy from the entire night dictate every movement.
The sudden, violent stretching inside her made Jay gasp, a loud, broken moan ripping from her throat. It was too fast, too intense, and her body wasn't ready for the sudden invasion. She twisted beneath him, her hands weakly pressing against his broad shoulders as she tried to understand the raw fury behind his movements.
"Kei... Keifer," she slurred, her voice trembling as the overwhelming sensation took her breath away. "Tell me... first... did I... do something wrong?"
Keifer didn't answer. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated jealousy, his eyes dark and fixed on her face as he continued, driven entirely by the possessiveness that had consumed him all night.
"You're... you're not looking in your... aahhh... mind, Keifer," she cried out, her body arching as a sharp wave of pleasure hit her. She still didn't remember Julie, or the fish, or the night before, but she could feel the terrifying weight of his silent rage in every heavy movement.
Leaning down close to her ear, his voice finally broke through the heavy silence, rough and laced with possessiveness. "I want you to forget about that bloody man," he growled against her skin, his grip tightening on her hips.
Jay's entire frame vibrating from the physical intensity and the sudden, chilling realization that she had somehow pushed him over the edge. She breathe hard, trapped between the blinding physical stretch and the weight of a punishment she didn't understand.
The heavy rhythm continued, the sheer force of his presence pinning her to the mattress as his hands tightened their grip on her skin, refusing to let her drift away from him for even a second.
"Look at me, Jay," Keifer demanded, his voice low, raw, and completely possessed by the jealousy that had been eating him alive all night. "Look right at me. Tell me who is holding you."
Jay was whimpering hard, her breathing heavily catching in her throat as she looked up through a blur of tears. The intensity of his focus. "Keifer... it's you," she panted, her chest heaving violently against his. "You're... you're only one... please."
But his mind was entirely gone, completely consumed by the need to completely erase any memory of the night before.
"You're mine, Jay. Do you understand?" he murmured, his words vibrating through her as she struggled to catch her breath. "No one else knows you like I do. No one else can ever understand the way we connect. Tell me you see that."
"I see... I see you," she panted, her voice trembling as she met his gaze, her breath hitching. She reached up, her hand shaking as she touched his cheek, trying to reach the person behind the intensity. "It's always been you, Keifer."
"I need to hear it," he insisted, his expression fixed on her as if he were trying to memorize every detail of her reaction. "Tell me that you belong in this moment with me, and that everything else is just noise. Say it so there's no doubt left."
"I'm...here," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heavy breathing. "I'm right here with you... only you."
He stayed there for a long moment, the silence between them with the weight of his words. The tension in the room remained high, but the frantic energy began to shift into a heavy, quiet stillness as they looked at one another.
Jay gripped Keifer's shoulders, her knuckles turning white as he positioned he raindeer at her entrance again. She began to lower herself with agonizing precision, a sharp, hissed "Nnnngh..." escaping her teeth as her core stretched to accommodate him. The initial tightness brought a flicker of pain to her expression, her brow furrowing as she adjusted to his size.
Keifer, however, let out a ragged, broken sound—half-gasp, half-sob—as he felt her muscles clamp around him like a glove. The sensation was overwhelming, a wave of pure pleasure that made his head light. "Jay... god," he wheezed, his eyes fluttering shut, his body humming with the relief of finally being inside her.
She let out a long, shaky breath as she finally settled, the initial tension in her frame beginning to ease into a heavy, pulsing warmth. Keifer reached up, his large hands bracketing her waist to steady her, his face buried in the hollow of her throat where he could feel the rapid beat of her pulse. "Jay," he groaned softly against her skin, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming.
She paused, her breath hitching as she looked down at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and deep connection. Keifer reached up, his hands sliding from her waist to her back, feeling the warmth of her skin under his palms. As she slowly shifted, the physical discomfort she felt moments ago was replaced by a rhythmic closeness that drew a soft, breathless sound from her.
He pulled her down into a deep embrace, burying his face in her shoulder as they both surrendered to the shared sensation. A quiet cry escaped her lips—"Keifer..."—and he tightened his grip, anchored by her presence.
The sheer emotional weight of the connection made his head spin. He held her close, grounded by the weight of her body and the rhythmic sound of their breathing filling the quiet space around them.
The room fell deathly quiet, except for the sound of Keifer's ragged, uneven breathing.
His hands stayed tightly clamped on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin like he was trying to leave a permanent mark. He leaned down until his lips were brushing against her ear, his voice dropping into a dark, suffocating whisper that made her shiver.
"You're mine, Jay. Only mine," he growled, his jaw clenching so hard it ached. "No one has permission to touch you. No one has permission to even stand near you."
Jay whimpered, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up at his shadowed face. He looked completely out of his mind, totally consumed by a fierce, wild possessiveness that she had never seen before.
"Keifer... please..." she panted, her voice trembling.
"I mean it," he interrupted, his eyes boring into hers with absolute intensity. "I don't want another man looking at you. I don't want anyone else hearing your voice or making you laugh. Every single part of you belongs to me."
He pressed his forehead against hers, his grip tightening until his knuckles turned white. He was running on pure, jealousy, driven crazy by the thought of anyone else occupying her mind.
"If anyone even tries to come near you, I'll destroy them, Jay," he muttered, his voice raw and shaking with obsession. "I sat in the dark all night losing my mind because I can't handle the thought of anyone else sharing your space. You are my universe. Don't you ever dare look at anyone else the way you look at me."
Jay's heart hammered against her ribs, completely overwhelmed by the sheer force of his words. She reached up with a trembling hand, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as she tried to anchor herself through the storm of his emotions.
Jay Jay's POV
He didn't slow down anything, Keifer's pace turned even more frantic, his breath hitching in raw, jagged hitches as he drove into me. I was losing my mind, my fingers digging into the muscles of his arms as I tried to anchor myself against the sheer force of him.
"Keifer—ah! Wait, wait—umm!" A sharp sting of friction flashed through my core as he hit a depth I wasn't ready for. "AHHHH! Kei—Keifer! Slow—mmph!"
He didn't stop, but he shifted his angle, pinning my wrists above my head so he could bury his face in my neck. "I can't slow down, Jay," he groaned, his voice a wrecked, vibrating mess against my skin. "You're really... you're killing me, fuck."
"It's—ah-ah-ah!—it's too much!" I cried out, my head tossing back against the pillow. Every time he surged forward, a loud, rhythmic moan broke from my throat. "Keifer! Ahhh! You're—"
He gritted out through clenched teeth, his hips snapping against mine with a high-energy desperation. "You're taking all of it... look at how you're taking it! Say it, Jay!"
"I'm taking it—nghh!—I'm taking all of you!" I screamed, my legs tightening around his waist, pulling him even deeper. The pain was gone now, replaced by a blinding, overwhelming electricity that made my toes curl. "Ah! Ah! Keifer! Right there! Don't stop—please don't stop!"
"I'm right here!" he roared, his movements becoming a blur of friction and heat. "I'm not going anywhere! Fuck, jean! moan my name,jean tell me you're mine."
The sounds of our bodies colliding and my high-pitched,"anghhh....aahh...kei–keifer...iam yours",breathless moans filled the room, drowning out everything else. I was shaking, my core pulsing in a frantic, losing battle to keep hold of his raindeer as we both spiraled toward the edge.
"Keifer! AHHHH! NOW! DO IT NOW!"
AUTHOR'S POV
The relentless momentum continued, the heavy rhythm rattling the bed frame against the wall as Keifer drove forward, completely blinded by the suffocating weight of his own obsession. His hands remained tightly clamped around her waist, anchoring her in place as his chest heaved with ragged, frantic breaths.
"I'm gone... I can't, Keifer," Jay wept, her head tossing back against the pillow as a sharp, broken whimper ripped from her throat. Her voice was small, raw, and completely exhausted. "My legs... they gave up."
Every muscle in her lower body was vibrating with a deep, crushing shivering. Her thighs were aching fiercely, a blinding, localized agony building between her legs from the sheer velocity of his movements. She was shivering violently under his weight, her fingers clawing desperately into his broad shoulders, her nails scratching the sheet as she tried to endure the fast, unyielding pace.
"You're not going anywhere, Jay," Keifer gritted out through clenched teeth, his jaw set so tight it ached. His movements didn't slow down if anything, his pace turned even more frantic, a high-energy desperation taking over his mind. "You stay right here with me. You're mine. Only mine."
"Keifer...," she panted, her eyes watering heavily as each straight, hard strike sent a dizzying wave of intense friction and pressure straight up her spine. "Slow... please slow down...no...fast ...aahhh!"
But he was completely out of his mind, driven by a fierce, wild possessiveness that refused to let her go. He leaned closer, his voice dropping into a dark, jagged rasp against her collarbone. "I told you, no one else is allowed to have you. No one else has permission to touch you or stay near you. I want every other memory erased. Tell me you're mine!"
"I'm yours," she cried out, her breath catching violently in her throat as she tightened her trembling arms around his neck, surrendering every single bit of herself just to make him believe it. "I'm yours, Keifer... only yours..."
Jay Jay's POV
The heavy momentum finally reached its peak as the world narrowed down to the point where Keifer was buried deep, deep inside me.
He had driven forward with that last, frantic desperation, his large hands still fiercely clamped around my bare waist. Then, the "wall" finally gave way. Instead of the sharp, stinging friction from before, a heavy, pulsing ache took over, humming in my very marrow. I was still sobbing, my breath coming in those tiny, involuntary hitches, but the tears were different now—they were a release from the suffocating weight of his jealousy.
Then, I felt him seize.
His fingers dug into my hips, anchoring me to the mattress, and his entire body went completely rigid. I felt the sharp intake of his breath against my ear, and then, the sensation arrived. It felt like a flood. A thick, searing heat bloomed right at the highest point of my core—right against my uterus. It was so direct, so warm, that I felt my eyes roll back in my head.
The pressure was immense, a heavy, internal throbbing that signaled his total, breathless surrender.
"Keifer... hic... oh god, it's so...," I whimpered, my hands tangling in his hair to pull him even closer.
He let out a low, guttural sound that was half-moan, half-growl, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Jay... I can't... I've never want to stop... you're so deep..."
"I can feel you," I sobbed, my legs trembling violently as they hooked tighter around his waist, though my thighs were aching fiercely from the strain. "Right there... you're hitting right there. Don't move. Please, don't move yet."
"I'm not going anywhere," he rasped, his voice sounding completely wrecked and stripped of the cold fury from earlier. He stayed heavy on top of me, his heart thudding against mine in a frantic, shared rhythm. I could feel the rhythmic pulses of his release continuing to fill that sensitive space, making my internal muscles twitch around him. "I've got you. You took it all, Jay... every bit of it."
I let out one last, long, shaky breath, my body finally going soft beneath him as my legs completely gave up. The ache felt like a dull memory, temporarily replaced by the incredible, heavy warmth of him being exactly where he belonged.
"You're so ...umm," I whispered, a fresh, quiet tear sliding down my cheek as I looked into his eyes. "You... you really broke through."
AUTHOR'S POV
The heavy, frantic momentum didn't instantly fade. Even after that intense surge of heat, Keifer stayed locked in his fierce, possessive haze, his hips delivering a few more deep, heavy strokes that made the mattress shudder beneath them.
"Keifer... hic... wait, I can't... I'm gone," Jay whimpered hard, her voice a tiny, broken thread as she clung to his broad shoulders. Her breathing was incredibly heavy, her chest heaving rapidly against his as her aching thighs completely gave up their grip. "Please... my legs..."
The raw, obsessive edge in his eyes finally began to fracture, replaced by a sudden, grounding exhaustion. He slowed his movements, his large hands still trembling where they were clamped tightly around her bare waist, holding her like he was terrified she would vanish if he let go.
"You're mine, Jay," he rasped out, his breath hot and ragged against the side of her neck as he finally came to a complete rest, burying his face in her hair. "Tell me you know that. Tell me no one else matters."
"It's you... always you," she sobbed softly into his shoulder, her body shivering violently from the sheer physical toll of the encounter. She was completely spent, her internal muscles pulsing with a deep, localized throbbing that felt far heavier than usual.
"I'm not moving," he whispered back, his voice sounding completely wrecked, all the silent fury from the night before entirely drained out of him. He stayed heavy on top of her, anchoring her to the bed while their hearts hammered together in a frantic, shared rhythm. "I've got you."
"Keifer... hic...," Jay whimpered hard, her voice a tiny, broken thread as she clung to his broad shoulders. Her breathing was incredibly heavy, her chest heaving rapidly against his as her aching thighs completely gave up their grip.
But he didn't stop. Driven by a dark, relentless urge, Keifer still moved hard inside her, his hips driving forward with powerful, unyielding thrusts. He gripped her waist tighter, burying himself deep within her core over and over, refusing to let the moment end.
The raw, obsessive edge in his eyes finally began to fracture only when he felt her body completely go limp beneath him, replaced by a sudden, grounding exhaustion. He finally slowed his movements, his large hands still trembling where they were clamped tightly around her bare waist, holding her like he was terrified she would vanish if he let go.
"You're mine, Jay," he rasped out, his breath hot and ragged against the side of her neck as he finally came to a complete rest, burying his face in her hair. "Tell me you know that. Tell me no one else matters."
But he didn't stop. Driven by a dark, relentless urge, Keifer still moved hard inside her, his hips driving forward with powerful, unyielding thrusts. As he pushed deep within her core over and over, he looked down and saw that her legs were no longer wrapped around his waist. They had fallen heavily onto the bedsheet, completely limp and parted, letting him do whatever he was doing. Her eyes were closed tight, and her skin, all the way down to her navel, was flushed a deep, breathless red from the friction and heat.
Then, with a sudden, heavy pull, he removed himself from her completely. Jay let out a hard, broken moan at the abrupt loss of his warmth, the sound tearing from the back of her throat as the cool air hit her sensitive skin.
The raw, obsessive edge in his eyes finally began to fracture only when he looked at her totally spent, face stained with tears and sweat, completely passive beneath him...
He looked down at the bed, and his jaw clenched hard as he saw the evidence of his rough, silent fury. A small, dark smear of crimson was spreading onto the white bedsheet right beneath her hips, a direct result of how incredibly harsh and unyielding he had been against her core.
His gaze soften. He stared down at her pale, shivering form, his large hands still clamped tightly onto her bare waist with a possessive, unyielding grip.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low, rough, and laced with a sharp edge. He was upset but still he was comforting her the question was blunt, driven by the lingering resentment that had consumed him all night.
He was still furious that she had spent hours laughing and talking about that boy Julie, and his heart was still burning.
Jay lay perfectly still against the pillows, her breath coming in heavy, shallow pants. Her thighs were aching fiercely, and her body was vibrating from the intense strain, but she met his dark, angry eyes and forced herself to nod.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice small and raw. "I'm okay, Keifer."
Seeing her surrender to his mood, the raw edge of his anger began to shift into a heavy, silent possessiveness. He didn't pull away.
Instead, he slid his large, warm hand down between her thighs, his fingers finding the exact spot where the deep friction had left her raw. He began to rub the area with slow, firm pressure, trying to soothe the deep, aching he had caused, his thumb moving deliberately against her sensitive skin.
A long, trembling gasp escaped Jay's lips as his touch sent a wave of pulsing warmth through her lower body, easing the initial sting of the friction. She arched her back slightly into his hand, her eyes fluttering shut as the internal pressure settled deep within her.
"Keifer..." she panted gently, her fingers clutching weakly at the mattress as she felt the lingering, heavy aftermath of his presence. "I'm... I'm feeling it..."
Keifer's hand paused for a fraction of a second, his knuckles turning white as her breathless confession hit him. The jealousy in his veins flared up again, thick , making him tighten his grip on her thigh as he leaned down close to her face, his breath hot against her cheek.
Jay Jay's POV
The steady, soothing motion of Keifer's large hand finally eased the worst of the deep throbbing between my legs, leaving behind a heavy, exhausted warmth. Even though he was still quiet and clearly upset with me, he didn't let his lingering frustration stop him from taking care of me. He never could. He lifted me up gently, carrying my heavy, aching body into the bathroom. With complete patience, he gave me a bath properly, his warm hands washing away every trace of the friction and the small smear of blood from my fragile skin, treating me like I was made of glass.
When he carried me back, he laid me down carefully on the bed, pulled off the ruined white bedsheet, and replaced it with a fresh, clean one before I could even think to help.
The moment he climbed back onto the mattress, I could feel how completely drained his large frame was. He reached down and gently pulled the thick blanket over both of us, blocking out the morning chill, and yanked me flush against his chest. His strong arms wrapped securely around my waist, anchoring me right where he wanted me.
Resting my head against his broad shoulder, the safety of his embrace finally gave me the courage to speak up. I still didn't remember a single thing from last night, but knowing my drunken rambling had driven him to such a dark, out-of-mind state made my chest ache with guilt.
"Keifer..." I whispered softly, my fingers tracing the warm skin of his collarbone. "I'm so sorry about last night. I swear I don't remember what I said or who that boy was... but I'm so sorry I made you feel like this. I only want you. You know that, right?"
I paused, waiting for his rough, possessive voice to cut through the silence. I expected him to tighten his grip and remind me again that I was his and no one else had permission to be near me.
"I was just so confused when I woke up," I continued gently, pouring my heart out into the quiet room, completely unaware of his condition. "But feeling you so deep inside me... it made me realize how much you were hurting all night. I never want to push you away again, Keifer. I belong to you."
The room stayed completely silent.
Frowning slightly, I tilted my head up to look at his handsome face. His long eyelashes were resting perfectly against his cheeks, his jaw finally relaxed, and his eyes were tightly shut.
He had fallen fast asleep right in the middle of my apology. The sheer exhaustion of sitting up in the dark the entire night, fighting his own boiling jealousy while I slept off the alcohol, had finally crashed down on him the exact second he had me clean, safe, and locked back in his arms.
A soft, tearful smile touched my lips. Even fast asleep, his iron-tight grip around my waist didn't loosen one bit. I rested my cheek back against his thudding chest, letting his deep, rhythmic breathing lull me into a peaceful sleep right alongside him.
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