He attacked her lips first, brutalizing them in a lustful kiss that caught Annie off guard. He stole all of her will, leaving her torn between her own lust and her conflicting doubts. The man on top of her didn't seem to care whether she was into the rough handling, he just wanted to take what he believed was his.

Annie was his.
He would claim her in every possible way and let his brother watch them be together. He wanted to experience the feeling of winning for once against his brother.
He wanted...'his' life.

"Ja-" Annie tried speaking, but he didn't give her more than a single breath, just kissed her again.
It reminded her of Zack.
But not the current Zack, rather, the psycho she had met months before.

Due to the unpleasant memory, Annie's eyes opened, witnessing the savage level in Jack's intimacy as he moved from her lips and down to her breasts.
Like a beast, he ripped her top using all the power within him before cupping her tits.
The hungry glint in his eyes as he pressed the soft masses together was a bit terrifying.

She wanted to speak against him, but her heavy panting and the arousal rising got in the way. For weeks, she had missed the feel of his mouth on her nipples.
Finally, he had them in his hands.

Jack glanced up wearing a lusty smile.
"They're, beautiful."

Annie smiled back and slid her left hand in his hair before pulling his head down to them.
Jack didn't need another invitation, he immediately took in both her nipples at the same time.

Bearing witness to such a sexy scene, Annie let a moan slip out.
He was present. He was with her.
That's all that should have mattered.
But...

"Jack?" She called in a whisper, pushing his head away from her chest. "We...we need..."

He ignored her and instead, let her right tit fill his right hand. He bit her nipple teasingly for a few seconds, interrupting Annie's senses. And then he sucked it in his mouth sensually. The sound of her moans filled him with pleasure. Reminding him of their last sex.
As his cock pulsed, the urge to devour her soft tits grew.
He grabbed the other one and sucked her nipples in turn.

All that made it impossible for Annie to resist him. Like a river, she felt herself wet dangerously. Maybe too much. Blame it on the imbalanced hormones.
She momentarily forgot about the fiery questions scorching her chest and the pregnancy she was yet to tell him and just succumbed to the pleasure of the moment.

She could no longer control her moans or the hands smashing Jack's face on her tits.
He took in as much as he could in his mouth, and wet smacking sounds were the evidence of how passionately he worshipped her tits.

The heat had already ignited in both their bodies and then exchanged between them.
"Mmmm...." Jack moaned, sucking and licking every inch of her boobs while his hands squeezed and molded them as he pleased, playing with them to his heart's satisfaction.

"Jack," she cooed wriggling and arching her back, offering herself to him.

Reaching her limit, Annie pulled him up, before clinging to his waist with her legs and his neck with her arms. She looked him straight in the eye, but the lust fogging them made it impossible for her to see the spark she wanted.
Her entire body was craving the hard cock resting between him and her loin. She wanted him buried deep inside her till she couldn't take it anymore. But, a voice inside her kept asking her to take things slow.

"What is it?"

"We haven't...we haven't talked."

"Baby," he breathed, bringing his hand up to clear the hairs from her face. "We have all the time in the world to talk later. Just shut up, and enjoy this moment."

The charm in his dominance half conquered her heart, but it also frightened her.
While Jack loved leading, he never cast aside her words or needs.
He always listened to her in matters that concerned their relationship.

"But I'm still-"

Her words were cut short by his lips.
"You talk too much."

She allowed him to kiss her, but the burning lust was slowly dissipating. She just wanted to straighten things between them before getting intimate with him.
The most burning one was the woman who had called him honey.
Annie's jealousy couldn't forget that even for a moment. And the way she had held his arm possessively, gosh!

"Who is she?" Annie suddenly erupted.

Jack retreated a small distance to look at her. He saw the seriousness, the envy, the weak anger, and he smiled. Seeing her jealous side made him feel something.
Something he had no idea what it was, but the feeling was warm.

"She's nobody important. Why don't we stop talking-"

"Jack! I'm serious. Why did she call you that?"

He shuffled, adjusting his weight on his elbow which rested on either side of Annie's head. In the process, he rubbed his fully erect shaft on her covered loin, causing himself a bit of pleasure.

With her legs still around his waist, he let his lower half press down on her, but not with much pressure. Why did it feel so warm being wanted?
The way she clung to him gave him a soothing sensation.
It felt good to... belong.

But, the more he looked into her eyes, the more alien he felt. She indeed loved 'him' a lot, but not him.

"Can't we talk-"

"No."
She unwound her arms from his neck out of frustration. "You've been strange since we met. What happened out there? Where did they take you that night?"

"That night...?" He pondered.
"I don't remember much. But, what happened to you?"

Annie frowned.
"What do you mean?"

Jack only blinked, expecting some kind of news. He knew exactly what he wanted to hear, but Annie didn't seem to say it.

"Nothing," she answered, her voice holding no fire, and her gaze sliding to the side.

"Are you sure?"