I'm Not Supposed To Love You.

[ THIS CHAPTER HAS SCENES OF SEX THROUGHOUT IT. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ANY SORT OF SEX SCENE, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. YOU WILL NOT MISS ANY SORT OF PLOT. THANK YOU! ]

Amelia's hands forfeit their push of power, before her eyelids begin to flutter shut. Kissing him back, just as rough as he had started. The action doesn't slow his pace, if anything quickens it. Her small hands gripping onto his cheeks, bodies pressing against one another. Becoming one once more.

His free hand grips onto her other thigh, wasting no time to hoist her into his arms. Amelia isn't phased by the movement, she's enveloped in the rough addiction that Jake had become. She hated him, and yet missed his touch. She wished he would fade away, completely disappear from her view. Now he was front and center, tongues wrapping against the walls of their mouths. Fighting for dominance, fighting for the longing of possession.

Her back is pulled off of the door, and the feeling of movement is felt. Amelia didn't want to look where he was taking her, it was going to end the same way. In her mind, this was clear to her conscious. To get out any sort of love and devotion that lay dormant.

Lips pull from one another, and Amelia's eyes flutter open. Jake stares down at her, before throwing her with ease onto the couch. Her back hitting the soft foam, she gasps out.

Catching her breath, the man wastes no time with getting on top of her. Hands pressed on either side of her shoulders, staring down at her with a glistening happiness in his eye. His gaze pulls down to her button up shirt, and his fingers slowly trail against the mounts of buttons. Stopping in the middle of her shirt, both hands grab the fabric ripping her shirt wide open.

Amelia gasps, now pressing her palms against his shoulders. This was wrong, what she was doing was against everything she stood for. He simply was using the vulnerability of her emotions to get back into her life.

She shakes her head, "Jake I..I'm not in the right state of mind. You're supposed to be dead." Her words are breathy, "I'm supposed to hate you."

His head tilts to the side, an amused look on his face. "But ya don't, no matter how much ya try."

Amelia begins to sit up, "I do hate–" His lips attach to her neck, sucking vigorously. It catches her off, causing her to yelp at the sudden sensation. Her back arches, pressing further into him. Head tilted back, eyes fluttered shut.

Her entire body felt hot, her face she knew was without a doubt flushed. Shades of red covering the tan color of her skin, unable to soften the blow of this attention. How quickly his lips trailed over her throat, his tongue swirled in circular motions over marks of claim. The air from her lungs began to lessen, gasping lightly for air. Feeling his rough hands running down her sides. Capturing the curves of her waist in hands.

No matter how wrong the scenario had become, she couldn't stop now. Her body had decided against her own thoughts. The feeling of heat between her legs, throughout her entire body. The way her heart thumped so hard it would almost burst from her chest. Her body craved for more, enjoyed the feeling of rough hands gripping all over her skin. Wet salvia pulling across her throat, leaving deep marks involving territory.

Amelia felt the pulling away of his lips on her neck, which brought her eyes to open. Tilting her head back up to face him, chest heaving. Her hair was a mess over her shoulders, over her chest. Even strands of hair falling in front of her eyes. Fingers go to touch her neck, instantly wincing at the contact: He had sucked harshly on multiple parts of her neck.

Jake however, wasn't done just yet.

Their eyes meet, with a glimmer of lust in his eyes. Eye of blue crystals glancing up at her, as his lips begin to kiss down her stomach. Amelia's breath hitches, watching as the trailing of lips goes further and further. Until the kisses stop at the hem of her pants. In no time at all, his large hands unbutton and unzip her pants. Pulling them off of her legs with ease, she bites down on her lip.

Stares meeting once more, the flash of mischief glistens in his eyes. Long fingers wrapping around the top of her red laced panties. He darkly chuckles, canines showing in his smile.

"Come on Reston, show me how much ya fuckin' missed me." With his words, long fingers slip into her panties. Amelia's eyes flutter shut, tilting her head back she lets out a breathless moan. He had barely touched her in any way, and the moans threatened to slip from her lips.

The sound of her moan seems to get him excited, as he pulls his hand from her underwear. Amelia dared not to open her eyes, heavily breathing in her arched back position. Only when she feels the wet and warm sensation between her legs, do her eyes shoot open.

Quickly sitting herself up, her eyes meet with a sight she hadn't seen in years. Her panties pulled down to her ankles, Jake Parker with his head between her legs. A tongue almost like a serpent, licking the inside of her folds. Amelia tries to hold herself together, biting down hard onto her bottom lip. The eye contact however, was her weakness. The way his stare held onto her as his tongue slipped inside of her was unbearable. She wanted to let it out entirely.

Amelia leans her head back once more, moving to wrap her legs around Jake's head. He invites this, feeling the tight grip of his hands on her thighs. Nails digging into her skin, quickly speeding up the movement of his tongue. It seemed ever after so long, he still knew how to work his way in between her legs.

His tongue moves from her folds, to inside of her. Deeply trailing the inside of her walls with intent to have her cumming inside of his mouth. The sudden chance has Amelia moaning, before cursing under her breath. She can't help but move her hips against his mouth. Jake chuckles, hands rubbing against her bare skin.

She can feel her orgasm already building in her stomach, legs squeezing together around his neck. It wasn't supposed to be this way, and yet the orgasm filling her senses was begging her to give herself release. Amelia knew this wasn't right, but the intoxication of hormones was too strong.

Amelia's legs shake before she's cumming, moaning out loud as her head falls back. Legs shaking, chest heaving up and down. The dark chuckle emerges between her legs, feeling the pressure inside of her release. Jake comes up to her, gripping her throat. Amelia yelps when he does so, being pushed into an aggressive kiss.

Jake pulls away for a moment, "Ya still taste just as good as I remember ya did."

"Shut up." Amelia breathes out, "This–This is wrong." Her words are cut off once he kisses her again, the aggression now coming off from both sides. Amelia couldn't imagine why she had become so hungry, perhaps she missed him.

Not this person, the old him. The Jake Parker before using her as a toy, a pawn.

Whatever had taken over her senses, it was stronger than she had ever imagined. Amelia's hands begin to unbutton Jake's shirt. Once completely undone, pushing the fabric off of his shoulders.

The shirt is tossed onto the floor, her hands exploring the landscape of his chest and stomach. His body was littered with scars, but she didn't care. It was about the heat of the moment, not being sentimental.

Next her hands moved to the buckle of his pants, quickly pulling it from its place. Unzipping his pants, she pulls away from his kiss. Amelia helps Jake get out of his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

Jake had a plan of his own however, quickly pulling Amelia towards him. Unhooking her bra with ease, tossing it to the side onto the floor. His hand grips onto her throat, snarl spread across his lips.

"Now ya want me that badly huh? Look at ya, fuckin' pathetic." Jake darkly chuckles to her, his tongue trailing up her cheek. Amelia had almost forgotten how demented Jake was, inside and outside of the bedroom. It had doubled in this moment, she feared him.

His hands flip her over, Amelia yelping when her face lands onto the fabric of her couch. Her cheek lays on the material, unable to look back at the man behind her. Jake wraps his large hands around her waist, while using his knee to push her legs apart. He was bending her over, pushing her back down further to hold an arch.

"Ha, you're calling me pathetic when–" Her words are stopped when she feels Jake's cock rubbing up against her entrance. Biting down on her bottom lip, she grips onto the arm of the couch in preparation. She could feel him twitching, he clearly was eager for this moment.