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    Jacob thrust his hips forward and the tip of his cock nestled inside her soaked folds. She nearly sobbed again at the feel of his thick shaft parting her tender, lash-whipped pussy lips.
    Eliza ground her hips, curled her belly, undulated her spine. She stretched as far as the bonds would allow, all in a desperate attempt to force Jacob to bury his thick shaft inside her sorely neglected cunt.
    "So beautiful,” he murmured. “So perfect for me."
    "Yours,” she managed to grind out between gritted teeth. “All yours."
    She'd never even considered saying those words before. In the past, men flew through her life, never staying long enough to make an impression. All except for Marissa's father, but Eliza had been young and foolish then. But she'd learned what she needed to—that giving her heart to another meant ending up alone, drowning in agony. Even now, all these years later, she vividly remembered sitting on the tile floor of her bathroom, staring at a blue stick, vowing never to make that mistake again.
    She'd only loved one person since then. Marissa. And now, the night before she was to entrust her precious daughter into the arms of her future husband, Eliza was learning there was room inside her for a wealth of emotions she hadn't allowed herself to experience in much too long.
    It took one dominant man and the flick of his talented wrist to make her realize what she'd been missing.
    Jacob pushed inside her. She moaned, and the reverberation bounced off the walls, sounding more like a low, endless howl. She barely even recognized her own voice.
    She took him to the hilt, welcoming every inch of his long, thick cock inside her channel. Jacob gripped her hips and moved in slow, gentle glides. So careful not to hurt her. So tender.
    She wanted to be fucked hard, rough and fast, but he slid in with more patience than she'd have guessed him capable of. She heard his low grunts, though, and the gritting of his teeth that told her it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to hold back from driving into her with harsh, deep strokes.
    Her forehead pressed into the cold bars. The rope chafed her wrists. And yet she felt nothing but the torrent of bliss spreading from her cunt to the rest of her body. Pleasure built deep in her core with every thrust. She met him glide for glide, her aching buttocks slapping his stomach each time he drove the length of his cock home.
    She lost herself in the pleasure. With each thrust, he brought her closer to another magnificent orgasm. She blazed toward it, wanting this to last forever and yet craving the potent rush of release.
    His release , she realized with a start. Suddenly, Jacob's orgasm was more important than her own. He'd given her so much. She wanted him to take pleasure in her body, to find his ecstasy and share it with her.
    He was close. She could feel it in the impossibly hard length of his shaft inside her, in the way his fingers dug into the curve of her hip. His grunts grew more frenzied, less restrained, louder.
    And just when she thought he'd come, drench her in his cum and scream her name so it vibrated off the walls of the jailhouse, someone rattled the front door's handle.
    In a flash, Jacob pulled out of her, leaving her empty and bereft. A sob caught in her throat and a new, fresh wave of tears spilled over her lash line.
    Before she knew what was happening, Jacob had untied her wrists and pulled her against the muscled length of his body.
    "Come on,” he urged, yanking her behind him as he fumbled with the cell key. “We have to get you out of here."
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CHAPTER 6
    Jacob led them out the back way, through a narrow door that opened to let in a stream of early-morning fog. Pink streaks along the edge of the horizon signaled the blushing dawn, but the moon still ruled the dark sky, shedding its silvery light along the path snaking in the neatly-mowed grass.
    Eliza trembled as he pulled her along beside him. The temperature