Chapter 10
Third Person's POV
Paris was positioned face down on the bed, her hands gripping the headboard with white knuckles as Jackson continued his relentless rhythm behind her. Her vision was beginning to blur from the intensity of their encounter. Jackson pulled her hair, turning her face toward him so he could capture her lips in a passionate kiss while continuing to drive himself deep into her tight, heated core.
Both of them were drenched in sweat after nearly three hours in various positions. Jackson found himself torn between pride and concern—they had gone multiple rounds, yet Paris still hadn't reached the point of exhaustion she had requested. He wondered if this level of stamina was normal or if there was something more troubling beneath her sleeplessness.
After Jackson's tenth climax, Paris finally collapsed face-down onto the mattress. She could no longer summon the strength to lift herself up, her entire body glistening with perspiration and marked with evidence of Jackson's passionate attention. Looking at the marks he had left across her skin, Jackson wondered if perhaps he had been too rough with her.
He withdrew from her trembling body and pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, which was also adorned with the marks of his lips and teeth. When he checked on her, he was relieved to see that Paris had finally fallen asleep, her breathing deep and even.
"I actually got her to sleep," Jackson murmured to himself, sitting on the edge of the bed and observing Paris's naked form still sprawled across the sheets.
"Maybe I should ask Dahlia about Paris," he thought aloud. "I feel like there are things about her I still don't understand."
Before cleaning himself up, Jackson carefully tended to Paris first, gently cleaning her body so she could sleep comfortably without being disturbed by the aftermath of their intense session. He made sure his movements were soft and quiet, not wanting to wake her from what appeared to be the first peaceful sleep she'd had in a long time.
After pressing a tender kiss to Paris's lips, Jackson quietly left her room, closing the door behind him with the utmost care.
Jackson decided he needed another shower—he was completely drained from sweat and exhaustion after the night with Paris. His body felt depleted in a way he hadn't experienced before, testament to just how demanding their encounter had been.
After showering and changing into fresh clothes, Jackson decided to check on his other wives. He entered Paige's room first and found her comforter had fallen to the floor during the night. As he bent to retrieve it, he couldn't help but notice that her nightdress had ridden up, revealing her panties. Jackson immediately averted his eyes, pulling her nightdress down to cover her properly before tucking the comforter around her sleeping form.
He kissed Paige's forehead gently before moving on to check on Dahlia. What he found in her room nearly made him lose his composure entirely. Dahlia was sleeping completely naked, her legs spread in an unconsciously provocative position. If Jackson had been any other man—one who hadn't just spent hours exhausting himself with Paris—he might have lost control entirely.
Jackson felt his body responding despite his fatigue, and he cursed himself for the reaction. It seemed his body wanted nothing more than to claim these women again and again. He approached carefully, adjusting Dahlia's position to something more modest before covering her with her comforter and kissing her forehead as well.
He quickly left her room and closed the door before his resolve could weaken further. He didn't want to disturb Dahlia's peaceful sleep, especially when she looked so content and relaxed.
Finally, Jackson returned to check on Paris. Usually, when he peeked into her room during the early morning hours, he would find her awake and working despite the late hour. But tonight was different—Paris was actually sleeping. He approached the bed and sat on the edge, gently stroking her cheek before leaning down to kiss her forehead.
As he started to leave, Paris's hand suddenly grasped his wrist, startling him.
"Paris, did I wake you?" Jackson asked with concern.
"Stay here and sleep," Paris murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion.
Although her body was tired, her mind was still restless. She didn't know what else to do to find the peace she desperately needed. Jackson lay down beside her without hesitation, pulling her naked form against his chest in a protective embrace.
"When I was little, especially when I had nightmares, my mom would hold me just like this," Jackson said softly, his fingers gently stroking through Paris's hair with careful, soothing movements.
For reasons Paris couldn't understand, drowsiness began to overtake her. Her vision gradually became hazy, and all she could focus on was the warmth of Jackson's embrace and the gentle, caring way his hand moved through her hair. It was such a contrast to the rough passion they had shared earlier—this tenderness seemed to unlock something in her that no amount of physical exhaustion had been able to reach.
Paris's breathing gradually became deeper and more regular. This time, Jackson was certain she had truly fallen asleep—not from exhaustion, but from a sense of safety and comfort he had provided. He smiled and pulled her closer, marveling at how peaceful she looked in his arms.
Without realizing it, Jackson also drifted off to sleep, still holding Paris protectively against his chest.
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**The Next Morning**
Dahlia and Paige began to worry when it was well past noon and their sister still hadn't emerged from her room.
"Jack, you didn't poison our sister and put her in a coma, did he?" Paige asked with mock suspicion.
Jackson nearly choked on his coffee, sputtering as he tried to respond. "You're going to make me sound like a criminal," he protested.
Dahlia leaned forward on her elbows, studying Jackson intently. "What exactly did you do last night that she's still sleeping now?" she asked.
Jackson scratched his head sheepishly and explained what had happened the previous night, though he kept the details appropriately vague.
"Sister couldn't handle Jackson's XL size," Paige commented with a mischievous grin.
Jackson quickly shushed her, his face reddening with embarrassment.
"We're just surprised because we know our sister has been with many men before, but none of them have ever been able to help her sleep," Dahlia explained more seriously. "She's even tried using drugs and alcohol just to get some rest, but nothing has ever worked. We're honestly amazed that you managed to help her fall asleep."
Paige laughed and declared that Jackson was truly a blessing to their family.
"Your size is really—" Paige began to say.
Jackson quickly covered her mouth with his hand. "I'm the one who should be embarrassed by the things you say," he protested.
"What! Don't act so innocent. There are only three of us in this apartment, and you've already been with all of us!" Paige exclaimed after removing his hand.
"You three think you're pieces of roasted pork or something," Jackson said with exasperation. "Paige, just eat your food. You have way too much energy."
Paige pouted and demanded that Jackson feed her, which he did with an amused smile. When Dahlia complained that she wanted the same treatment, Jackson found himself feeding both sisters and barely getting any food for himself.
After the sisters finished eating, they announced they needed to get ready for enrollment. Jackson cleared the dishes from the table and managed to eat a small portion of what remained—he hadn't eaten much earlier because he'd been too busy feeding the other two.
After washing the dishes and tidying up, Jackson went to his room to shower and get dressed. He put on one of the designer outfits Dahlia had bought for him and carefully applied the skincare products according to Paige's instructions from the day before.
He had only started the skincare routine yesterday, but he could already see subtle improvements in his skin tone and complexion.
"Maybe I'll actually start looking human," he said to his reflection, examining the gradual changes in his appearance with cautious optimism.