Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I was wet for him. I could feel him slide through my prominent slickness. If he wasn’t sure how much I wanted this, he was certain now. My thoughts were only on the man above me, not on anyone who had been there before him.
He felt so good.
I’d missed this.
He moaned into my mouth as he inserted his entire length. His lips stopped moving against mine as he held himself still, just enjoying me.
My hands slid down his powerful back, and I clawed his skin viciously.
He kissed the corner of my mouth then moved his kisses until he reached my ear. “I’ll be gentle.”
I rocked with him, taking in his length and moaning under my breath. “Just like that…”
He pinned his arms behind my knees and moved slowly, giving me all of his length before he pulled out again. He didn’t pound me into the mattress the way he used to. He was gentler than he’d ever been before.
But it still felt incredible.
Cane suspended himself on one arm while his other hand dug into my hair. He held me possessively the way he used to and looked into my eyes as he thrust into me.
I never took my eyes away, watching his powerful physique shift and ripple with every movement. My hands moved to his chest, and I felt his heavy heartbeat, felt the passion inside his veins.
As if nothing had come between us to begin with, it felt like nothing was different. It was good. It was deep. It made my legs shake. It made my throat raspy from the insistent moans I made. He was thick and long, stretching me to my fullest. I might tear from a previous injury, but he felt so good I probably wouldn’t notice.
“Cane…” My lips trembled, and I closed my eyes as the pleasure washed over me. I hadn’t felt it in so long I almost didn’t recognize it. It was more powerful than ever before, my body catching up on the goodness, when it only experienced the bad lately.
He didn’t quicken his pace like he usually would, but the arousal was as obvious on his face as a billboard. His jaw was tight and rugged, and his eyes were narrowed and impassioned.
I kept going, my body writhing on the sheets where we used to make love all the time. My head rolled back, and I exposed my neck to his kisses, feeling his tongue delve into the hollow of my throat.
He kissed me until my climax had completely passed. Then he buried his face into my neck as he made his final thrusts. A moan erupted in his throat as he released inside me, giving me his mounds of desire. His teeth pressed against my neck as he devoured me with overwhelming urgency. His hand fisted my hair further, and he nearly yanked on it. He was possessive, territorial, and obsessed once again.
I’d missed that side of him.
It felt like us again, the two of us together.
He felt perfect buried between my legs. He felt like he belonged there, like he was the only one ever to have enjoyed me.
He turned his face into mine and kissed me softly on the lips, his affection gentle in comparison to the tight way he gripped me. He kissed the corner of my mouth then right on my lips again, covering me with his caresses.
He pulled out of me then cuddled into my side. His large arms encased me protectively, and he buried his face into my shoulder. There was no space between us because he was invading me completely.
It was exactly where I wanted to be, to be surrounded by his love and security.
Chapter 13
Cane
When I was buried deep inside her, it was impossible to stay angry at her.
I forgot I was mad to begin with.
That deep connection between us was exactly what I craved. It softened my thoughts, protected me from the gruesome things I’d seen during my adventure to rescue and guard her. It numbed the pain in my chest from seeing my brother bedridden.
It made everything easier.
I knew I wasn’t treating Adelina fairly. I was hurt that she didn’t feel the same way, but my anger existed because I felt deceived. I’d thought she really did feel the same way. Even now, I was surprised she didn’t.
I felt tricked.
I was frustrated I wasn’t getting my way.
But I shouldn’t resent her for it. Even if she’d told me she didn’t love me before she went to Tristan, I still would have risked my life to save her.
Because I had it bad.
I went to the gym in Florence the following morning and then swung by my other apartment. It’d been vacant for a while, possessing a stale air since it hadn’t been used in so long. I grabbed a few things then headed back to my house in the Tuscan countryside.