Remember the warning from the last chapter? Still applies to the second half.

I figured you all deserved this bit of fluff since I tortured you for nine chapters with feels...

I'm not saying you have to, but you should listen to the Halsey song at the beginning.

Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet and warm
I am not afraid anymore
I want what you got in store
I'm ready to feed now, get in your seat now

And touch me like you never
And push me like you never
And touch me like you never
'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore

Not Afraid Anymore - Halsey

"Adam."

His name sounded like a prayer as it floated around his mind drawing him from a dream he was trying desperately to hold onto.

Dalton woke up with the moon still casting light across his skin. As the room came into focus so did everything else.

His skin was on fire, he couldn't see her face as her soft hair pooled across his chest, but he could feel her lips, her tongue, and her teeth as they ignited a path across his flesh like a trail of gasoline meeting a match.

He watched helpless to stop what he knew was coming. He didn't want to.

His chest rose and fell like he'd run sprints in the desert, but his body was anything but tired. Jaz's hair slipped over his chest like silk, cool against his skin while her mouth was scorching a path down the center of his stomach.

She purred as his fingers sifted through the strands unmasking her. Letting him see everything. She smiled when her eyes locked with his and licked her lips as her fingernails scraped over the tops of his thighs.

His skin prickled as every nerve started firing to life in anticipation, and the air left his lungs in one deep huff as her lips finally closed around her target, her eyes never left him and it was hot as fuck.

"Ahhh." It was a sound that settled between absolute pleasure and a tortured groan.

She hummed in approval as she tasted the bead of pre-cum that met her tongue and watched as his abdominal muscles rippled when he tensed against her, and his eyes slipped shut.

There was nothing that made her feel more powerful than when she watched and listened to this man ceding control to her, if even for a few minutes. He could overpower her in moments, but he wouldn't.

Not yet. He was enjoying this too much.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he gripped the sides of his pillow working so hard to keep his hands to himself. To keep from breaking the sweet spell that Jaz was casting over him.

"Fuck Jaz. Uhhh." He breathed as he threw his head back and arched into her.

She felt his words vibrating through her body licking at the pulsing nerves thrumming beneath her skin. As she pulled back to catch her breath, her thumb slipped over the head of his cock just as his eyes focused back on her.

She smiled as she brought her thumb to her lips and sucked it into her mouth. She could see his fingers flex and his eyes darken as he watched her.

"Gah, I can't..." He growled as he sat up in one motion before she found herself on her back with him hovering over her.

Watching.

Just taking her in.

She could hear his breath drag in and out through his nose as he tried to rein himself in. She wanted so badly to snap that control and untether the fog of desire that she knew he was feeling. She was feeling it, too.

She let her fingernails graze over the sculpted muscles of his arms, she knew she was leaving marks on his skin, but she also knew that that tightly held control was slipping with each stroke.

As her fingers came into contact with his neck, she dragged him down for a kiss. Nipping at his lower lip as she pulled him closer with her legs tangled over his locking his body into the cradle of her thighs.

The pleasured moan that fell from her lips practically vibrated with need as she felt him pressed against her heated core. He was just as affected as she was as his breath stuttered in his chest and his forehead pressed to hers.

"Is this what you want?" He asked as he pressed himself against her delivering the friction they both craved.

"Yes..." She breathed as her lips captured his.

Dalton could feel a bead of sweat rolling down the planes of his back as he tried so hard to hold back an ounce of control. But, every slip of her tongue against his, every shift of her hips, every sigh, every time his name fell from her lips he was closer to giving her everything.

Everything was exactly what she wanted. And she planned on getting it as she placed her hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him off of her. He fell back against the pillows knowing the time for control was officially over.

When he glanced up at her crawling back towards him, she tore open a little foil packet just a second before he felt her hands on him. It felt amazing for about three seconds, but all of that was forgotten as she hovered over him and locked on his eyes.

He pulled her in for a kiss as he whispered, "take whatever you need Jazzy."

And she did.

She slipped her arms under his and gripped onto his shoulders for leverage sinking down onto him with a shuddering breath. When she started to move, he could almost hear the blood rushing through his body.

"Ahhh." he groaned as her nails bit into his skin while he met her thrust for thrust.

He could feel the strings of a release pulling tight like the strings of a bow low in his spine, and he could hear the little stutter in her breath every time he bottomed out inside her. She was right there with him.

She slowed her movements as she stared into his eyes. Her fingers were brushing sweat from his brow before they scraped against his now damp facial hair.

"I need..." She started as he moved within her.

"Tell me what you need." He answered as he thrust a little harder and sucked on her lower lip.

"I need you to fuck me, Adam." She hummed over their labored breathing.

That control he'd been holding so tightly incinerated as he flipped their position again slipping her knees into the crook of his elbows as he slid back into her with one hard sweeping stroke eliciting a gasp from Jaz.

"Yes."

Dalton got about four deep strokes in before he felt her nails break his skin, and about three more before his teeth closed over that patch of skin between her neck and shoulder that always drew a breathy moan from her lips. It took one more before he felt her orgasm ripple through her as he chased his own with one last deep stroke before he felt the heat explode over his skin and she pulled every ounce of pleasure from him.

It could have been a couple of seconds, or it could have been hours before he finally came back to himself and took in her flushed skin and the sounds of their labored breathing.

"Wow," he said as he swept damp tendrils of her hair from her cheek.

She laughed as sweat dripped from his beard and dripped against her skin in cool droplets making her shudder and eliciting a groan from him as he felt it course through her body and ripple through his as he carefully pulled out of her.

Jaz actually whined as he walked into the bathroom to clean up.

He splashed cool water over his face and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Dalton laughed as he saw the crescent-shaped marks at the top of his shoulders and the fine welts she'd left on his left bicep, those would not go unnoticed by McG.

Once he had cooled off, he grabbed a cloth and ran it under the cool water before returning to Jaz.

As he stretched out beside her, he carefully ran the cool cloth over her heated skin as he kissed her breathless. He loved the way everything about her softened when she was well loved, and he was confident that she was exactly that.

He loved everything about her in fact.

When they finally caught their breath, Dalton spooned in behind her and wrapped himself protectively around her as they took advantage of the last few hours of darkness.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but they wouldn't worry about that tonight.