Jay Jay's POV
The heavy oak door of his bedroom shut with a definitive, deafening slam, and the sharp click of the lock turning sounded like the final judge's gavel. The outside world was completely closed off. Keifer turned around slowly, his dark eyes looking like a void, completely consumed by a beast-like jealousy that had taken total control.
In his place stood someone driven purely by a raw, territorial instinct to reclaim what he considered his.
"Keifer, I can explain—" I rushed out, my hands pressing flat against his broad chest as he closed the distance between us. I had only asked Jun for notes because I didn't want to bother Keifer with his demanding schedule. But looking at him now, I realized my logic didn't matter.
He didn't let me finish. He didn't want explanations. Before another word could slip past my lips, Keifer leaned down and crashed his mouth against mine in a rough, punishing kiss. It wasn't a gentle reassurance it was a fierce, breathless claim that tasted of pure, unadulterated rage, completely stealing the air straight from my lungs.
Keifer's mouth moved over mine with a frantic, desperate hunger born of pure jealousy, destroying any distance left between us. The heat of his lips trailed down from my mouth, dragging heavily against my skin until he reached my neck. When he bit down against my collarbone and the center of my chest, a sharp, burning ache bloomed in his wake—physical declarations of his absolute ownership that I knew would leave dark marks behind.
Before I could even process the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, his hand swept down, cupping my breast hard. A sharp gasp caught instantly in my throat, the sudden rush of intense sensation stealing the air right out of me. But Keifer didn't let the sound escape. He crashed his lips back down onto mine, instantly consuming my voice in a bruising, possessive kiss that left no room for me to pull away.
Keifer pulled back just a fraction of an inch, his breathing ragged as his dark eyes searched mine, but the lingering storm of his jealousy swept away any remaining restraint. In that moment, he seemed to forget everything but the primal need to ensure I was completely, undeniably his. Before a proper breath could fill my lungs, he moved his finger inside my core with a sudden, rough energy that made me gasp hard in shock and overwhelming sensation.
But Keifer didn't let the sound escape into the room he crashed his mouth down over mine instantly, consuming my gasp and trapping the breathless cry deep inside my throat. Breaking the kiss for just a fraction of a second, his voice tore from his chest, dark and rough against my skin.
"Still too much?" he rasped, a dark, dangerous smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down at my flushed face. "Good. I want you to feel every bit of me."
Without a second of warning, he slid two fingers deep into my core, bypassing every defense I had left.
"Fuck... Ahh!" The sudden, blunt fullness made me gasp, my head snapping back against the sheets.
He began moving them in a fast, scissoring, ruthless rhythm fueled entirely by his jealousy. The friction was incredible—a blurring, electric heat that made my skin flush a deep, frantic red.
"Keif—! Ah, God, Keifer... like that!" I screamed, my voice a wrecked, messy sob as I called his name over and over. I was a shaking, gasping mess under him, my hips stuttering instinctively in a desperate attempt to keep up with the territorial speed of his hand.
"That's it," he growled, leaning down so his lips were mere inches from mine, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "Scream my name. Make sure it's the only thing that fits in your head."
He didn't slow down. If anything, his fingers moved faster, his thumb bearing down on my peak with a heavy, crushing pressure. I was completely blinded by the sensation, my vision fracturing into sparks as I spiraled toward an edge I couldn't escape. My moans were no longer words—just raw, rhythmic sounds of a woman being completely reclaimed by a man who refused to share.
"I'm yours... Keif, please! I'm yours!" I cried out, my body coiling like a spring, ready to snap under the weight of his possessive love.
The friction of his fingers was a blurring, electric torture that had me arched so high my shoulders were the only things touching the mattress. I was right there—suspended over the deepest cliff of the night—my core pulsing frantically around his hand as I reached my peak.
"Keifer... now! Please... I want you... all of you!" I sobbed, the words breaking apart as the first tremors of a violent release began to rack my body.
Hearing my voice break, completely surrendering to him, finally began to cut through the absolute fog of his jealousy. As the tremors of my release rippled through me, Keifer shifted his weight, pressing his large frame securely against mine to hold me tight. He slowed the intense, relentless pace of his hand, grounding me as the overwhelming heat began to settle.
"Look at me, Jean," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly vibration.
My eyes blinked open, heavy and unfocused, but locked onto his dark profile. My chest heaved against his as I tried to catch my breath, my fingers still digging tightly into his shoulders.
"You're mine," Keifer murmured against my lips, his tone finally shifting from a chaotic rage to a quiet, unyielding promise. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply, letting the familiar scent of me wash away the remaining resentment of the afternoon. The fierce, possessive storm had finally passed, leaving behind a deep, protective quiet.
He didn't wait.
There was no hesitation left in him. In a single, decisive movement, he closed the remaining distance between us, his strength overwhelming the quiet room as he claimed me completely. He pressed deep into my core at the precise instant my control shattered into a thousand pieces. A sharp, undone gasp tore from my throat, my hands gripping his shoulders blindly as the sheer intensity of the sensation whited out every thoughts in my head.My head snapped back against the pillow, a wrecked, involuntary sound tearing from my chest as I completely unraveled beneath him.
The sensation was absolutely overwhelming, a blinding rush of heat that short-circuited my thoughts and caused a lone tear to slip silently from the corner of my eye. A high, wrecked scream tore from my throat.
"Ohh! Ahh!..."A breathless, broken cry escaped my lips as the world spun completely out of focus, leaving me entirely at the mercy of his rhythm.
The sensation of him filling that space while I was still shaking was too much—it was heaven and an absolute territorial claim all at once.
"You've got me," he growled, his voice a jagged, animalistic rasp against my neck, his hands locking onto my waist like iron bands. "I'm not leaving. I'm staying right here until you're marked by every inch of me. Every single part of you belongs to me, Jean. No one else gets to look at you, no one else gets to make you laugh."
His jealousy had transformed into a raw, driving hunger. He wasn't just moving; he was anchoring himself deep inside me, his chest slamming against mine with every deep, possessive thrust. My moans were a messy, incoherent chant of his name, my fingers digging into his back as he pushed me further than I thought possible.
"Kei–keifer... Ahh!"
My head thrashed against the pillow as Keif's rhythm shifted from steady to savage. I was already raw, my body buzzing with the aftershocks of the intensity, but the dark fog in his mind hadn't cleared. He was still fighting the image of the courtyard, still burning with the need to erase everyone else.
Every time he drove forward, he hit that deep, aching spot with a precision that made my breath hitch and then shatter into a million pieces.
"Keifer... Keif!" I sobbed, the sound of his name vibrating in my throat. It was the only word I had left. I reached out, my fingers searching for the corded muscles of his arms, needing something to hold onto as the world began to dissolve into pure, white heat.
His name was a plea, a prayer, and a surrender all at once. Every time I cried it out, I felt his grip on my waist tighten, his fingers digging into my skin as if he were trying to physically mark the fact that I was his. The jealousy that had been driving him all time felt like a living thing between us, pushing him to hit harder, deeper, and more relentlessly.
"Again," he rasped, his chest slamming against mine, his dark eyes boring down into mine with a terrifying, unyielding possessiveness. "Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."
"Keif... ah!... please... Keifer! I'm yours... only yours!" My moans were a messy, broken rhythm that matched the frantic pace of his hips.
I couldn't think about Jun, or the college, or the world outside this room. There was only the weight of him, the searing friction of his body against mine, and the way his name felt like the only truth I'd ever known.
I felt that familiar, terrifying tension coiling in me again, tighter and more electric than before. He wasn't letting me breathe he was dragging me right back to the edge, his movements rough and completely possessive, ensuring that the only thing I felt—the only thing I could possibly feel—was him.
The room felt like it was vibrating with the sheer force of his possession. My body was a raw nerve, screaming with a mix of pleasure and utter exhaustion.
It had been over an hour and a half of this relentless, jealous heat, and I was physically and mentally at my absolute limit. My muscles were trembling so hard I could barely keep my legs hooked around him, but Keifer didn't care about the clock. He didn't care about the time. He only cared about locking down his territory.
"Keif... please... it's been so long... I—" I sobbed, my voice barely a whisper as I tried to push feebly against his heavy chest.
He didn't listen. The dark intensity in his gaze told me he wasn't done reclaiming me. Instead, he adjusted his grip, pulling my hips even higher to change the angle, pinning me down so completely that escape was impossible.
"You're mine, Jean," he whispered darkly against my lips, his voice tight and breathless. "Every bit of you."
He found that deep spot again, hitting it with a heavy, blunt force that made my entire world turn into white static, completely erasing the outside world until there was nothing left but him.
Every forty minutes, with a relentless, fast, and rough intensity, he would shift his weight and alter the angle of his stride, driving even deeper each time to bypass my defenses anew. Each transition was fueled by forty minutes of raw, unyielding energy, the pacing quick and demanding as he altered his approach time and after time. Each sudden shift was a fresh wave of sensory overload, a quiet testament to his absolute stamina as he systematically reclaimed every inch of my focus and ensured I remained entirely lost in him.
The heavy weight of his body pressed down on mine, relentless and unyielding. My muscles had reached their absolute breaking point. The legs I had been holding tightly around his waist finally lost all their strength, slipping from their place and dropping heavily against the mattress. They gave out completely, shaking like jelly, completely useless under the sheer force of his movements.
But Keifer didn't stop. His jealousy was still driving him, and he was still marking his territory on me with every heavy, blunt drive. My throat was so dry, and my body was so exhausted, that my moans completely died in my throat. It was an overwhelming, intense feeling—a beautiful, blurring static mixed with the raw, dull ache of his continuous roughness.
"Keifer..." I tried to breathe out, my voice nothing more than a faint, broken gasp that barely carried across the pillows.
"Yeah. Say it," he rasped, his hands gripping my breast and hips harder, pinning me down against the sheets so I couldn't move an inch away from him. His dark eyes were still locked onto mine, completely devoid of any gentleness.
"I'm... I'm gone," I sobbed, a single tear slipping down my cheek from the pure intensity of it all. "It's... it's been so long..."
"No, it's not," he growled against my skin, his chest slamming flat against mine as he drove forward again, refusing to let the rhythm slow down even for a second.
Before I could even process his words, he shifted his grip, his large hands sliding down to trail along the sensitive skin of my lower body. He leaned down, his hot breath fanning over my skin an instant before he bit my inner thigh, leaving another sharp, dark mark right there to stamp his ownership where no one else would ever see.
A sharp, breathless gasp caught in my chest as the sudden sting mixed with the electric heat still pulsing through my core. He was completely out of his mind, entirely consumed by the need to make sure every single inch of me was branded by him before this was over.
The silence that followed was heavy and thick, filled only with the ragged sound of our breathing. I honestly thought the worst of the storm had finally passed. He lay over me, his forehead pressed against mine, his chest heaving against my ribs as the wild, unhinged look in his dark eyes slowly began to ground itself back to reality.
But I was completely wrong.
Just as the tight, iron grip he held on my wrists above my head finally relaxed, he didn't move to pull away from me at all. Instead, his fingers slid down to wrap tightly around my waist again, his large hands digging back into the fresh, stinging red marks he had already left on my skin.
"Keif... er..." my voice came out in broken, shallow pieces, the syllables cutting off as I tried to get enough air back into my lungs. "I'm... entirely... done..."
"You're not done until I say you are, Jean," he growled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that rattled straight against my chest.
Before I could even protest, he shifted his weight, using his grip on my hips to hold me completely still beneath him. Without a single second of warning, he surged upward in one sudden, hard, and relentless drive, burying himself deep inside me all over again.
A high, wrecked pleasure gasp tore from my throat, my head snapping back against the mattress as the sudden friction caught me entirely off guard. The moment I thought it was finally over, he proved he still had a terrifying reservoir of energy left, all fueled by the dying embers of that intense, suffocating jealousy. He didn't let the rhythm slow down, his hips driving forward with a heavy, blunt force that made my vision fracture into white static all over again.
"Keifer... please..." I sobbed, my words breaking into incoherent pieces as my fingers weakly scrambled to find purchase against the corded muscles of his shoulders. My legs, which were already shaking like absolute jelly, felt completely useless against the sheets.
"Look at me," he commanded, his breath hot and ragged against my ear, completely ignoring my feebly pushing hands.
"Keif... ah!" I cried out, completely helpless under the sheer weight and power of his possession.
He didn't stop until he reached another sudden, heavy release deep inside me, his entire body shuddering violently against mine as he finally locked us together in the quiet room.
When the final wave finally settled, he slowly and deliberately removed himself from me. The sudden absence of his heavy weight and intense heat left my body feeling completely exposed, sending a sharp, sudden chill rushing across my sensitive, flushed skin. After hours of his oppressive, consuming warmth enveloping me so closely, the cool air of the room hit like a shock, making me shiver violently against the sheets.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his lips brushing against the fresh, dark marks he had left on my collarbone.
"You know, Jay," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent a lingering shiver straight down my spine. "Whenever I claim you as mine, you always feel like it was your first time."
My chest heaved as I let out a soft, broken laugh, my voice still sounding incredibly small and raw. "That's because... you completely... lose your mind, Watson."
"Because you drive me to it," he countered softly, his grip tightening just enough to remind me of his strength. He turned me around slowly under the sheets until I was facing him, his dark eyes looking down into mine with absolute clarity now. He looked at me, a frustrated but deeply affectionate expression on his face. "Seriously, Jay. You hold onto me so tightly it actually hurts. Every single time, it's like your body completely fights against me, clamping down so intensely that it gives me a genuine ache. You have no idea how much restraint it takes not to lose control completely when you're like that."
I flushed a deep crimson, hiding my face against his chest as my voice came out in a small, embarrassed mumble. "I can't... help it. You're the one who is absolutely an idiot . Of course I'm going to tense up."
Keifer let out a low, rough chuckle, completely shameless as he leaned down closer, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Oh, so now it's my fault? I wouldn't have to be so rough if you didn't wrap yourself around me like a vice. Honestly, Jean, you were squeezing me so hard I thought you were trying to lock me inside you forever. If you keep being that tight, I might just have to stay put next time until you learn to relax."
My face burned hot, and I buried my burning cheeks into the pillow, utterly mortified by how casual he was being about it. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart racing from a completely different kind of heat. "Stop it! You're completely shameless, Keifer. Don't say things like that aloud."
Keifer only smirked, completely unfazed by my embarrassment. He reached out, his thumb gently tugging at my chin to force my hiding face back toward him. "Why shouldn't I say it? I'm only stating the exact facts of what we just did. If you can handle the reality of it happening for hours, you can handle me talking about it."
"Keifer, please," I whined softly, the shyness completely taking over as I tried to pull the duvet higher up over my face. "It's different when you say it like that."
"It's the truth," he whispered against my ear, his lips curving into a smug, unbothered smirk as he pulled me right back against his chest, refusing to let me hide from him. "You practically look at me like a stranger out there, but in here, your body won't even let me breathe. I like knowing exactly how much I affect you."
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, the sheer exhaustion pulling me down into a deep, dark fog. My body felt completely spent, and I didn't even have the strength to get up and bathe. I simply collapsed onto the very edge of the bed, my limbs heavy as I began to lose the fight against sleep.
Just as my consciousness was slipping away, the mattress shifted. Keifer's grip on my waist tightened, pulling me back from the edge. His lips brushed roughly against my ear, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly whisper that cut right through my drowsiness.
"Don't think you're off the hook just because you're tired, Jean," he murmured, his tone laced with a heavy, lingering frustration. "I'm still incredibly upset with you."
I let out a weak, barely audible groan, too exhausted to open my eyes or argue. I tried to curl into myself, but Keifer didn't let me stay put. Despite his anger, he couldn't leave me lying there like that.
With a low, frustrated sigh, he slid his arms under my limp body and lifted me effortlessly into his arms. I was half-asleep, my head lolling helplessly against his shoulder as he carried me straight into the bathroom.
The transition was a blur of warmth and shadows. I vaguely felt the soothing, hot water of the bath enveloping my tired muscles as he sat me down, supporting my upper body with one strong arm so I wouldn't slip. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched his face. His expression was tight, his dark eyes brooding and serious as he took a cloth and began to wash the sweat and tension from my skin. His movements were incredibly thorough and gentle, yet there was a strict, unyielding tension in his hands that made it obvious he was still furious.
"Go back to sleep," he commanded softly, his warm breath fanning against my cheek, though his voice remained entirely tight and tense. "But we are dealing with this the exact second you wake up."
I couldn't reply. My mind was floating, completely untangled from the waking world. After he dried me off and tucked me tightly back under the sheets, my body fully gave in, and I drifted into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.
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So, friends, Keifer was still upset with her even after everything that had happened. What do you think should happen next?
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