CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: RECKLESS

Eva’s moans dissolved into breathless whimpers as Jace’s thrusts turned punishing.

The bedframe rattled against the wall with every snap of his hips, thud-thud-thud, a frantic rhythm that matched the pulse hammering where their bodies joined.

"Fuck—Jace—!" Her voice broke as his cock speared deeper, the angle making her see stars.

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Every nerve was alight, the vice-like grip of her around him, the damp heat of her back pressed against his chest, the way her thighs trembled when he hit, just there.

His arm tightened around her waist, hauling her closer as he drove into her harder.

The obscene sound of their coupling drowning out everything else. Eva’s fingers scrabbled at the sheets, her hips canting back desperately to meet his thrusts.

"You feel that?" Jace gritted out, his breath scorching her neck. "How deep I am?"

Eva could only nod, her words stolen by another brutal stroke.

He didn’t let up. His free hand slid down, finding her swollen clit. Two fingers pressed in tight circles—

"Nngh—wait—!" She arched violently, her pussy clamping around him like a vise.

Jace growled, his rhythm faltering for half a second before he redoubled his efforts.

"Not yet," he panted, though his own control was fraying. Every muscle in his body burned with the effort to hold back, to make her break first.

Beneath him, Eva was coming undone. Her moans dissolved into sobs of overstimulation, her legs shaking so hard the mattress trembled.

"Jace—I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," he snarled, biting her shoulder.

His hips pistoned faster, the slap of skin echoing off the walls.

Jace’s control was hanging by a thread. Every thrust sent electric shocks through his body, the heat in his gut coiling tighter and tighter.

Eva’s pussy was a vice around him, clenching and fluttering as she teetered on the edge.

"Jace—I can’t—I’m gonna—!" Eva’s voice was a broken cry, her body trembling violently beneath him.

He could feel it, the way her walls tightened, the way her hips jerked uncontrollably. She was so close, and he was right there with her.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice raw and guttural.

With a final, brutal thrust, Eva shattered. Her scream tore through the room, loud and unrestrained, but Jace quickly clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries.

"Shhh," he murmured, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Let it out."

Eva’s body convulsed around him, her pussy milking his cock in rhythmic pulses as her orgasm ripped through her. The bed shook beneath them, the sheets soaked with sweat and her arousal.

Jace couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside her and released. His cock throbbed as he came, filling her with hot, pulsing waves of his release.

Eva whimpered against his hand, her body still trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her.

Jace kept his hand over her mouth, his own breathing ragged as he rode out the last waves of his climax.

Finally, he pulled his hand away, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

"You okay?" he murmured, his voice rough but tender.

Eva nodded weakly, her body limp and spent.

"Good," he said, his lips brushing her skin. "Because we’re not done yet."

The room was quiet now, save for their heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed as Eva shifted slightly, her body still draped over Jace’s.

His cock, now soft, remained inside her, her cream leaking out and pooling between them.

The air smelled of sex and sweat, a heady mix that lingered in the aftermath of their passion.

Jace’s hand absently traced circles on Eva’s back, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. He looked down at her, his voice low and curious.

"Do you feel any different?"

Eva lifted her head slightly, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. "No... I don’t think so," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jace nodded, his brow furrowing slightly. "Let’s wait till tomorrow to check. Remember, I didn’t notice my powers right away either. Maybe it’ll take some time, maybe after you sleep."

Eva let out a soft hum of agreement, her head resting back on his chest. Jace wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pride, not just in the way he’d taken control, but in the way he’d made her unravel completely.

It was different from their first time. Back then, Eva had led, and he’d followed. But tonight? Tonight, he’d taken her.

He’d been confident, dominant, and in control. Whether it was his alien heritage, his newfound powers, or just something deep inside him, he didn’t know. But he liked it.

He hugged her tighter, his fingers brushing through her damp hair.

"So," he said after a moment, breaking the silence. "About that training?"

Eva chuckled softly, her breath warm against his skin. "Let’s start tomorrow," she said, her voice still tired but steady. "Let’s see if I get my powers back first. Then we’ll go from there."

Jace nodded, his gaze drifting to the ceiling. He sighed, a mix of contentment and anticipation swirling inside him.

Jace’s heart sank as a single thought slammed into him: Serai. The alien girl was still out in the living room.

There was no way she hadn’t heard the chaos that just unfolded. The moans. The bedframe. Eva screaming his name like it was war cry.

Before he could spiral deeper into embarrassment, Zin’s voice chimed in casually inside his head.

[Chill out, Casanova. I took care of it. Turned up the volume on the TV.]

Jace let out a long breath and leaned back against the headboard. A small smile crept onto his face, part relief, part amusement. He nodded slightly, thankful.

[Buuut... she’s an alien, remember? Her species has enhanced hearing. Like... really enhanced. So... she probably heard everything anyway.]

The smile vanished. Jace stared at the ceiling like it had betrayed him.

He didn’t even have the strength to respond to Zin’s smug tone.

A storm of curses gathered in his chest, but he kept them locked behind a tight jaw. No way he was giving Zin the satisfaction.

Eva shifted slightly beside him, her cheek still resting against his chest.

She tilted her head up, brows furrowing as she picked up on the tension in his muscles... and the sudden uptick in his heart rate.

"What’s wrong?" she asked softly, her voice a low murmur against his skin.

Jace blinked, glanced down at her, and forced a quick exhale through his nose. "Nothing. Just... resting."

She didn’t press him. But she didn’t need to.

Out in the living room, the TV blared louder than it should’ve. Cartoon dolphins sang off-key, the lyrics distorted and looping as if Zin hadn’t quite gotten the human programming right.

Jace stared into the dark, quietly dying inside.