Chapter 24: Worshipped Possession

Jack growled possessively and he softly nipped at her soft, creamy flesh. He rose to look at her, as he purred, "You are mine in heart, and tonight you will be in body."

Chrysta struggled under his hard muscular body. Her senses tingled with the lust that drugged them; a part of her mind though, still fought it. Jack would have to make sure she seized her fighting; he smirked…so far she had been the biggest challenge; she had the longest record of resisting his seductive and unfailing charm.

"No!" Chrysta snarled, she felt a rush of anger and lust when he chuckled in her ear salaciously that sent delicious shivers down her spine.

"No what luv?" Jack's voice whispered as he slowly raised one of his fingers to her mouth and traced her bottom lip tenderly. Chrysta gasped when he grinded his hips against hers lightly yet firmly. Before she could answer he lowered his lips to hers in a demanding and completely sensuous kiss. She opened her mouth invitingly, forgetting her protests for the moment. She brought up her hands to his head, but she gasped into his mouth when he pinned her arms above her head with only one of his hands.

Chrysta broke the kiss and Jack smirked. She snarled at him heatedly and he merely brushed her hair away from her face with his other hand. She watched him intently as he looked at her with lustful and thoughtful eyes, his dark eyes absorbing her with an appreciative gleam.

Her pupils were dilated, the silver around them almost black, her cheeks were pink and on her plump lips were perfectly curled into a sneer. She looked absolutely beautiful; almost like a dark angel and the pearly white silk nightgown made her look so innocent...except for the murderous sneer on her face. Jack analyzed her and Chrysta suddenly felt very conscious she tried to wiggle out from under him but his body didn't let her. He leaned down and kissed her jaw, his nose nudged her cheek as he licked it, tasting her sweet skin.

"You will forget about Davis," he whispered commandingly. Chrysta's eyes widened, she had forgotten that she had insinuated that she had done this with Davis already.

"Jack…I-" Chrysta stopped when he felt him growl, and she glared at him.

He rubbed himself against her with a rhythmic roll of his hips and Chrysta couldn't help a small pleasured gasp escape her lips, all thoughts forgotten. Jack smirked when he felt her unconsciously push back against him; an obvious indication that her desire-fevered body wanted more. Her mind may not all be there…wanting this, but her body was.

Jack pinned her hips to the bed with his and started a slow, teasing and relentless tempo against her. He could see Chrysta's eyes glazing over with the apparent lust and desire. He felt male pride wash over him, as she started to give in. He groaned, feeling the heat from her core, only separated by his trousers and her skimpy silken nightgown.

"Ye can't resist forever Chrys," Jack whispered huskily, over her growing moans. Chrysta's molten silver eyes looked at him with such sexually sensuous intensity that made Jack growl lowly in his throat and his tempo increase. She arched her back slightly as she hissed, he looked at her lean body appreciatively and he saw the small decorative nubs of her breasts straining against the white silk.

"You- are right Jack…"Chrysta said breathlessly as she grinded against him. Before Jack could smirk arrogantly, with swiftness and agility that he barely registered, she was suddenly on top of him. Her hips straddling his, it was her turn to smirk and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear hotly, "I can't."

Jack growled with pure desire as she swiveled her hips against his, he saw her straps slide down, uncovering her shoulders. Chrysta groaned as she pushed her heat against his arousal, the delicious friction making her head loll to the side as she rolled her hips again. She looked at him with heavy lusty eyes and her sultry scent made him harden further.

He pinned her to the bed, and she yelped. Jack cupped her breast in his hand as his other hand traveled down her body to brush against her thigh. Chrysta arched herself against him, as he rubbed her hardened nipple through the silk, his other hand deftly rubbing intricate amorous circles on her soft thigh.

Chrysta felt a pleasurable hotness in between her thighs, fire running wildly through her veins. Jack pulled her up to her knees and kissed her hungrily, he felt her hesitate for a few moments and he pressed her body closer to his hard one.

"Do ye see what ye do to me?" Jack asked between scorching and desire-laced kisses. Chrysta blinked at him, her eyes smoky and thrilling, with a luxurious seduction in its silver depths.

"And do you see what you do to me? What you did to me?" Chrysta murmured sensuously, as she raised her hand and traced his jaw as she kissed his lips tantalizing slow. "I'm in love with you, and no matter how much I don't want to love you…I can't stop…Jack…you are extremely fortunate that you don't feel anything for me…I wish it was the same in my case. I was never supposed to feel again…" Chrysta said cryptically her eyes hardening ever the slightest, "But you came along and ruined that."

Jack was taken aback when she nuzzled his neck and bit it roughly; a roar of pain and pleasure was ripped from his throat. And he heard Chrysta chuckle darkly; she then surprised him when she lowered her hands to the rim of his trousers and tugged lightly as she soothed the pain on his neck by sucking on it earnestly. She gave the prominent mark on his neck a sweet lingering kiss that made his heart pound faster. His hands roamed her body, caressing her lustfully.

Chrysta looked into his dark eyes, that were almost now, as black as the night. Moonlight hit his irises making them look like a storming sea in the dark. She saw a few other storming emotions, but decided to ignore them.

Jack started to slide her nightgown off her body, and he was irritated when she stopped him. He looked at her with angry impatience on his face and she smirked amusedly at his impatience.

"I'm untouched," she stated. It took Jack a moment to understand what she was saying and to realize that she meant she was still a virgin.

"How about-"

"Davis? I lied about him and me doing this, end of story," Chrysta said sharply, her eyes hooded with flared anger. Jack nodded his head firmly knowing she didn't want any taunting questions to be asked. He smirked as male arrogance shot through his veins. Chrysta was his; the sorceress would be completely his.

Jack with delicateness that made teasing arousal shoot through their bodies, pulled Chrysta against him and pressed his lips on hers softly and sweetly, with the undertone of possessiveness. He lay her down on the bed as he licked her collarbone; Chrysta grabbed his dreadlocks and pulled him toward her. Her lips crashed against his, their teeth hitting against each other somewhat painfully. The pain though, was forgotten when Chrysta wrapped her marvelous legs around his lean hips, and dug her heels into his lower back, trying to get his hardness closer to her centre. She moaned in ecstasy as he swiveled his hips roughly against her and she broke the kiss breathlessly, a breathy and ecstatic laugh escaping her lips. Her eyes twinkled with eagerness and the growing lust, and Jack couldn't get enough.

He rose over her body and continued sliding the rest of her nightgown off. She raised her hips, assisting him to get rid of the now annoying garment. Jack inhaled sharply through his nose, as she was uncovered to him. Her black hair was askew and covering most of round breasts; her eyes dancing with so many different emotions: lust, amusement, shyness, arousal, affection, and even a little pride. He smirked at her, she pursed her lips and quirked an eyebrow, a sudden coldness in her eyes. Jack raised both eyebrows in question and she gave him a sour smile.

He reached to her and brushed her hair away, he felt her face heat and he chuckled. She pushed him off him and tried to squirm of the bed, one of her arms over her breasts. However, Jack was quick and pulled her back easily preventing her escape.

"Don't ye dare," were his sharp words, the primitive deep desire easily recognized.

"And why not?" snarled Chrysta, her stunning face ruined by a vile sneer.

"Yer mine and I do what I want with what is mine," Jack stated simply. Chrysta hissed at this and growled, "I am not your possession."

"Oh Chrysta but you are."

"Oh Jack but I'm not!"

Jack growled irritated and rolled his eyes as he kissed her temple. "Keep telling yer self that luv, because tonight I will prove it to ye…that… Ye. Are. Mine."

He pinned her to the bed, her body weakening with what he was doing to her body. The onslaught of arousal and lust was too much for her. It overwhelmed her and she was on the brink of giving in. She shook her head and closed her eyes tightly as he slid her bloomers off, his hands skimming her quivering thighs teasingly. She bit her lip from gasping, Chrysta putting a tremendous effort to remain impassive.

"Look at me," came Jack's velvet voice from above her. She shook her head, and she heard him sigh and trace her hip with his index finger, making Chrysta shiver delightedly.

Jack smirked and brushed her long hair away from her breasts, he lowered his mouth to one of her tight turgid nipples. Chrysta's eyes shot open and she gave a loud shocked and pleasured whine. Jack sucked on it keenly, flicking her hardened numb with his hot wet tongue. With his opposite hand, he reached up and cupped her other breast as his thumb rubbed her other nipple skillfully. Chrysta writhed, still trying to keep from moaning but she couldn't help from letting a few small ones escape. Chrysta let a strong guttural moan when he arched himself up and rubbed himself against her, Jack starting another erotic pace with his hips.

Jack slid off her body and removed his clothes, his dark eyes still trained on her lustfully. Chrysta's eyes skimmed his every muscle, her eyes dark with desire, slowly she lowered his gaze to his now uncovered manhood that had sprung free from its confines. She licked her lips, a velvety pink blush covering her cheeks. Of course she had seen it before, the day at the lagoon, but not this close. Jack smirked proudly as he stroked himself once, to relieve some tension. He was surprised as a barely heard groan escaped her lips. He saw possessiveness pool into her lusty eyes and she got up on her knees to reach him.

Chrysta drank his body in with her eyes greedily and lustfully. His body sculpted perfectly, every lean muscle reminding her of its underestimated power. He was beautiful, exotic and Godly. Her eyes trailed down, his magnificent manhood standing up proudly and strongly.

Shyly yet teasingly, her finger traced his collarbone as she tilted her head and kissed below his earlobe. An invisible shudder ran through every one of his tightened muscles, his eyes closing for a few moments. Chrysta's hands fluttered over his taut stomach muscles, and traced his navel with heated delicateness. He was absolutely beautiful, chiseled artistically to perfection, and his whole body brilliantly golden.

"You are mine too," Chrysta stated sultrily, there was an indescribable dominance in her voice that didn't have Jack protesting or arguing over the statement. His eyes snapped open, and a loud moan was driven from his throat when she touched his organ. It was more of a soft brush of her hand, but his every nerve was heightened with sensitivity, like it was always with her. He looked into her pale orbs, amusement and dominance in her eyes, with a fixated smirk on her plump lips. She enclosed her hand around his large manhood and pumped at it first unbearably slow. He bucked his hips against her hand as he pulled her lips towards his with an impressive growl. Her pace on him quickened gradually, groans of pure pleasure were emitting from his throat in rumbling waves. She was undoubtedly a quick learner.

He pushed her down on the bed as pulled her hand on his length away. He nipped and licked at her skin and she gave whimpers of appreciation. He could feel the heat of her core moistening her bloomers and he traveled predatorily down her body. His hands hovered over her bloomers and she breathed in deeply, her chest rising and falling in even intensity. He placed a lingering kiss on her exposed hip as he teasingly slow, pulled her undergarment off. Chrysta shifted uncomfortably her face heated with mortification, she tried to hide herself but he didn't let her. Once her bloomers were off her Jack looked at her whole body with glorification and wonder.

"Yer beautiful," he breathed in murmured affection. Jack couldn't help but feel his heart race at her uncovered and lithe form, her beauty radiating and stunning. She was sharp, but beautiful in her own way. Jack noticed her skin shimmered, sparkling with every one of her movements, it was an endearing glow and he felt total fulfillment at having her.

"I'm not beautiful…" Chrysta murmured sharply and Jack could tell she was nervous. When she was nervous he noticed how she became somewhat defensive and…cold.

"Yer right. Yer beautifully stunning. A goddess…I would say," Jack said honestly, with a small smirk. Chrysta rolled her eyes, her lips twitched into a small smile. He pressed his lips to hers, and she immediately kissed back…not even a bit of hesitance evident in her actions anymore and Jack felt triumphant.

Jack kissed her mouth softly and then trailed down her body, sprinkling kisses up to the apex of her thighs. He cupped her mound and felt the hot moisture, indicating her body was ready. Chrysta pushed against him and gave a loud husky moan. Chrysta felt pleasure touch every nerve of hers, fire licking at her insides. The intensity of such an act, intoxicating. She grinded herself against his hand, and Jack's amused laughter rumbled from his throat darkly.

Jack slid one of his strong fingers inside her untouched canal, slowly and delicately. Chrysta whimpered at the intrusion. Her hips bucked up and she tried to wiggle away.

"Jack…" she said breathlessly as his other hand kept her firmly in place. Jack chuckled darkly and nipped her hip softly. She bit her lip when he moved his finger out and then rapidly in again. Her moisture making her slick and scorching.

His pace quickened and he added another finger, stretching her tight virgin flesh. Chrysta was whimpered and writhed, grinding herself shamelessly against his talented fingers. Chrysta felt a delicious, burning tightening in her lower body, an intense pressure was building and she wanted to reach whatever it was.

Jack touched her engorged pleasure nub in between her legs, and her body trembled with raw desire.

"I, Jack! I feel…" Chrysta couldn't even finish the sentence. She felt as if she touched the sky, her whole breath left her body as her body convulsed and twitched. A heat from the inside seemed to burn through her whole body, from within… the scorching heat warmed her flesh almost oppressively. Once her body calmed Jack slid his fingers out and peered at her face smugly. Chrysta's lithe body was moist with perspiration; she was propped up on her elbows, her dark silver eyes drinking him in hungrily. Her black hair was tousled but otherwise cascading down appealingly.

She met his eyes and she sneered at his smugness and Jack merely smirked knowingly. He moved up to her and cupped her chin delicately as he brushed his lips against her ear.

"Ye want me," he whispered, she jutted her chin out defiantly but otherwise didn't protest to the statement. He smirked, as he chuckled and let his hand trail down her hips to brush against her womanhood with fevered anticipation. Chrysta shuddered in thrill and desire.

He positioned himself at her entrance, he looked into her eyes. Both their faces emotionless, except for the pure anticipation and desire. Black golden eyes looked into the blackened silver ones. We are meant to be each others, Jack thought.

"Yes…at least for tonight," Chrysta said ethereally.

"Or maybe every night," Jack said huskily as he rose his hips against her and pushed into her with force. Chrysta's mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes glazing. He had pushed through her maidenhead, pushing himself inside her to the hilt. Pain…she did feel, but it was pushed to the background, what she felt the most was a feeling so intense that was indescribable. Jack gasped loudly, he felt her muscles clench around his shaft almost painfully and he had to clench his teeth from losing his fragile control. Her muscles clenching greedily against him, wasn't what had him almost losing control, but a feeling of an intensity more powerful than a merciless hurricane.

Their veins flooding with the poisonous venom, that they had only a taste of the weeks that had gone by. The connection that they tried to ignore and be oblivious to, the connection…the something, Jenna had been talking about. Love? Yes, but there was that foreboding darkness of that 'love'. Forbiddance? Maybe. But there was something so much more there, so indescribable and almost unreachable, something so thrilling and promising. Maybe it was love. It was a melodious song, that sang a soulful tune in their veins, but there was that undertone of hollowness. The hollowness that Chrysta was plagued with everyday, making the indefinable tune somewhat soulless. It was their connection with each other, the something that put them together. It was more complex than just attraction…love…that's what it was. It was love, but the word wasn't able to describe that feeling…not at all. The word for this feeling seemed not enough, it was just a word…an indefinable and insignificant word for such a significant and timeless feeling.

Chrysta didn't know she had been silently crying until he reached out shakily and wiped at her wet cheek. She moved her hips, trying to relieve the discomfort and the stretching fullness within her. Jack threw his head back and gave a fierce groan as he bucked his hips against hers. Chrysta hissed and bit her lower lip.

Sorry, Jack whispered through his mind. Chrysta ignored it for a few seconds and closed her eyes tightly; she could already feel the pain leaving.

"'s okay," Chrysta said breathlessly. Jack nodded, as he pushed out of her and then into her sharply, tenderness was obviously not in his mind. Chrysta opened her eyes widely, and she moaned half in pain and half in pleasure. Jack gave a feral growl, and repeated the action. Chrysta hissed in pure euphoria, the connection still dragging them under the dark spell. Both individuals becoming hypnotized to the other, subconsciously devoting themselves. With each roll of his hips, a surge of unadulterated blissful pleasure ran freely through her body.

Jack's pace sped, and Chrysta could feel every part of his manhood. At first she had been clutching the sheets, twisting them from the painful pleasure. But not she was clutching and clawing at him. The pain and discomfort had become hot, molten pleasure. Through thrusts that were intensely powerful he watched Chrysta. He memorized her and imprinted the moment in his mind…but he already knew he would never be able to forget this, just like the sorceress wouldn't.

Jack saw her close her eyes and he leaned forward and captured her nipple in her mouth as he momentarily slowed his pace. Chrysta's eyes fluttered open and her mouth was opened in a small 'O' shape. Jack looked intensely at her as he started licking a trail up her throat. He skimmed his mouth across her jaw line as he whispered heatedly, "You. Are. Mine." Each word was spoken with the presence of anger and possessiveness, and each word punctuated with a fiery thrust of his strong hips. A delirious throaty moan was ripped from her sweet throat and she nodded subconsciously. Jack gave a half-smirk as he picked his pace up again, and he felt Chrysta tightening impossibly around his shaft. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her supple legs quivering from the intense pleasure coursing through her every muscle and vein. He grunted as he felt close to his climax, but he wouldn't climax without her. He wanted her to reach the incredible and inexpressible pinnacle of pleasure with him; he wanted her to experience this with him and only him. He worshipped her body with his, sending unrestrained and improbable pleasure flowing through her.

Chrysta felt every one of her muscles tightening exceedingly, her thoughts only on the powerful pleasure that surged through her body in titanic waves. Heat rippled through her body from her core

"Jack," she gasped as she bit her lip.

"Let it go Chrys," Jack said gruffly as he pushed in and out of her faster and rougher, his hands gripped onto her hips tightly . This was way bigger than the other climax she had, something way better and far more intense.

He kissed her almost aggressively…like a thirsty man and she was the irresistible spring of water, and she bit his lip hard as her body was overcome by the spasms of her climax. The intensity of it surreal almost impossible. Her back arched incredibly, and she broke the kiss as she growled his name. Jack climaxed as she tightened completely around him…painfully, his climax a mixture of both pain and pleasure. He shot into her heavily, their bodies riding the waves of desire and pleasure.

He collapsed beside her, as they both breathed heavily. The smell of sex heavy in the air. To Jack it was beautiful, a word he never and would never use for random romps with other women.

He pulled her hot body towards him as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. Chrysta practically purred as he kissed her lips tenderly. She broke the kiss and said throatily and deliriously, "That was…"

"Amazing?" Jack asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Yes," Chrysta breathed out, as she kissed his temple and drew slow circles on his heated flesh. Jack felt a complete contentment at the moment, just being with her. He wanted it to be that way forever, this time though, he knew he wanted it. He felt Chrysta's breath start to deepen, indicating slumber. He peeked at her face, and he noticed her pale skin still had that sparkling translucent glow, this time though it was more defined. A look of complete peace and lethargy was on her face, her lips slightly open and Jack felt a deep affection for the sorceress. Jack knew that one time with her wouldn't be enough, it would never be enough.

A/N: Thank you so much for your patience everyone! You have all been very support and encouraging. I hope you liked this chapter…it is the first time I write something like this and I hope it wasn't to dreadfully written. Hehe!

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-Ana

Preview For Next Chapter:

"I knew I would have you begging for your death," she stated wickedly and Chrysta's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I am not begging, I am merely stating. And let me warn you, that you will be begging for yours," Chrysta promised seriously.

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