Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sky
I can’t stop myself from watching Cade as he lowers the shaft of his cock towards me. I know I should be nervous, but nerves were wiped out when Chase—
No.
I’m not going to go there. Not now. I won’t let it spoil this moment. Besides, this scenario is so drastically different from that day that it’s hard to even correlate the two as being the same act.
I do wish I was a virgin, though. That’s the only thing tainting this moment. That I can’t give Cade that part of me. It was stolen so abruptly… Maybe Cade can steal it back.
“Last chance to run,” he says.
He’s bracing himself with one arm while the other holds his cock at my entrance, and I snap my eyes up to his. There’s a darkness in them, darker than usual, and a smirk plays at the corner of his mouth where those devilish teeth threaten me. It’s a pinning stare that sends a wash of fear through me, as if he would like to see me try and run, just for fun. But I’m not going anywhere, as much as that might disappoint him.
“I’ve done enough running tonight,” I tell him, and wriggle closer, urging him inside.
“Your perdition.” He quirks a brow.
And then he’s against me, edging in, slowly, every so slowly. I cry out at his languor, gripping onto his back to steel myself. It’s pleasure and pain at the same time, so closely etched together that I can’t tell the difference between the two. The stretch both stinging and igniting something in me. I spread my legs wider, hoping for reprieve or more depth, I’m not sure.
Cade’s body shakes with tension as he nestles inside of me, a primal hiss escaping between that bite of his. It’s the sound of barely contained ecstasy, and satisfaction rolls through me, pleased that it’s me breaking his composure—me the place a demon finds bliss.
His body melds to mine, my breasts pressed against his firm chest, and I dig my nails into the flesh of his back. He glides out of me so effortlessly, pulling a whimper from my throat, and then dives back in with grace.
We both moan together, and then his lips find mine. We crash together, two waves becoming one. I can taste his desire, a desperate and manic frenzy that sucks me in until everything burns away. With every thrust, the stinging falls to the background, and I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting more. I’m awarded a guttural groan as I pull him deeper, and I feed on it, rocking my hips in sync with his.
“You’re…” Cade pants. “Killing me.”
But for being at death’s door, he doesn’t stop, even angling in a way where precious parts of him rub against my clit. My body reacts to the sensation, turning electric as heat pours from my skin. A sheen of sweat coats both of us, and he brings his forehead to mine. His eyes pierce me, ravenous and blown out as he looks into my soul while carefully pumping into me. I’m caught in them, ensnared and lost.
To add insult to injury, he snakes a hand around my throat, further seizing me, and causing my pulse to bounce back on itself. I’ve never liked being under someone’s thumb, but being under Cade is a different battlefield. One where dying at his hands feels like a victory. I want him to possess me, own me, brand me and defeat me until I’m too weak to walk away.
“I’m yours,” I breathe. “You can do whatever you want to me,” I unabashedly plead.
A sudden tremor rocks him, and he squeezes his eyes shut. Before I can fight, he quickly slips out of me. The loss is like nothing I’ve ever felt, and I cry out as he pushes up to his knees.
“Why did—” I start.
“Spread,” he cuts me off.
His jaw is clenched, his whole body taut with an abrupt agitation, and I do as I’m told. I open my legs to him, not out of fear, but because I want to please him. I let his gaze roam over me. I distract myself from the vulnerability the exposure causes, and focus on his cock. It’s still pulsing and hard, glistening with my wetness, and I lick my lips. I’m overcome with a hunger to taste myself on him, taste the way we come together, but before I can move, he does.
He falls to his knees at the edge of the bed, cutting off my sight, and confusion prickles at me before he grabs my waist and yanks me down. I gasp as his head is suddenly between my thighs, and I feel his warm breath on my pussy. New heat pools from me, and embarrassment burns my cheeks.
“You said I could do whatever I want.” His voice has taken on a teasing lilt as he trails a thumb along the tender inner of my thigh.
“You want to…?” I can’t finish my sentence with his touch searing my skin.
“More than anything,” he purrs with a mischievous smirk.
My legs shake involuntarily as he lowers his head and presses his lips to my clit. All I can do is whimper when his tongue slips between me. I’ve only ever had my own fingers against my clit, and his tongue is a new sensation that wreaks havoc on my nerve endings. It’s slick and warm as he swirls and flicks, and I buck in euphoria.
I swear I hear him chuckle over my moans, but I don’t care as long as he doesn’t stop. I don’t even care if I seem like I’m enjoying this too much. I’m sure the other girls he’s been with have made him work for it, but I don’t have the capacity to hide what he’s doing to me.
His tongue dips and runs between me, lapping at my arousal. Just knowing I’m coating his tongue is enough to put me over the edge, and I cry out his name.
He groans into my core and fills me with his tongue. Whatever he’s doing has me fisting the sheets and squeezing my eyes shut. He’s absolutely wicked with his movements, relentless and vicious. He rubs my clit with his thumb as he fucks me with his mouth, alternating back and forth, and drinking me in. No one does what he’s doing unless they enjoy it. And his pleasure sends mine through the roof. I gasp out his name as my body tenses, my nerve endings on the bridge of electrifying me.
“Not yet,” he growls, and abruptly stops. “I want to feel you come on my dick.”
I’m already so eager when his body slides over me. He presses into me with one swoop, and I’m back on the cusp within seconds.
“Sky,” he groans.
I revel in his undone tone, matching it with any air I can get.
“Cade…”
His body tenses, and I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum. It’s enough to push me over, and I wrap my arms around his neck while my own orgasm pours from me. I clench around his cock, wracked with the way he holds himself against my clit, drawing out my pleasure with every tremor.
“All over me,” he encourages, pressing his forehead to mine. “Drench me, Angel.”