Chapter 21
Bliss
His body was a solid, trembling line of heat against mine, his cock a heavy, insistent pressure along my entrance. The world had narrowed to this: the feel of his skin, the scent of him mixed with my own, the dark, possessive fire in his eyes.
“Bliss,” he rasped, the word strained. His hips shifted, the broad head of him pressing, not entering, just there. A promise. A threat. The most beautiful torment. “Am I…your first?”
The question was a low growl, and I knew what he was asking.
“Other than… you know,” I breathed, the memory of Luke as meaningful as a distant place I had no desire to revisit. “Just you.”
A harsh, guttural sound tore from his throat, part groan, part victory.
In the same instant, he thrust forward, sinking into me with one smooth, devastating stroke.
I cried out, a sharp sound of shock and pleasure as he filled me, stretched me, completed me in a way I hadn’t known was possible. He was so much, so deep, so perfect.
“Fuck,” he choked out, his body going rigid above me, his forehead dropping to mine, his mouth tugging my bottom lip in a kiss.
He was buried to the hilt, and the feeling of being so utterly full stole my breath.
“You have no idea,” he panted, his voice raw, “what that does to me. That I get to be the one you chose. That I get you like this.”
He began to move, a slow, deep withdrawal and a powerful, claiming thrust that made me see stars. He hooked his arm under my knee, lifting it, opening me further, sinking even deeper. The angle was exquisite, hitting a spot inside me that had my toes curling.
“You’re so deep... Fuck me and make me forget.”
“I’ll fuck you however many times it takes,” he vowed, his hips setting a relentless, possessive rhythm, “to kill him from your memory. So that you’re only ever full of me. Only ever remember this. My name. My cock. My come.”
“Cade… holy shit…” I sobbed, the intensity of it—the physical sensation as he stretched me to fit him, the raw emotion in his words—shattering me. My hands scratched over his back, my nails scoring down the hard muscles. I needed to hold on, to anchor myself to this perfect, overwhelming storm.
He hissed at the scratch, but his eyes blazed with approval. He lifted my leg higher, his grip firm, and swiveled his hips with every thrust, grinding deep on every inward stroke. “Do it,” he commanded, his voice a dark, seductive rasp. “Make me bleed, Pip.”
The filthy, romantic possessiveness of it unlocked something primal in me.
I met his thrusts, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies moving in a frantic, perfect sync.
The sounds he made were my undoing—low, ragged groans that vibrated through his chest into mine, sharp intakes of breath when I clenched around him, my name a broken prayer on his lips.
He dropped my leg and rose to his knees, his hands on my hips as he started rolling his hips harder, getting impossibly deeper when his eyes dropped to my pussy so he could watch his cock take me.
“Fuck, Pip, you take my dick so good. Every inch in your tiny little pussy.”
“It burns so good, fuck!” I shouted as he bottomed out and fell forward, his arms sliding under my thighs and opening me wider as he fucked me.
His hips were hard, not fast. He had complete control and knew how to thrust in an upward shift that hit my G-spot, and this time the orgasm sent me into orbit, the slick, hot friction of him moving inside me relentless as he did it over and over again.
“Cade!” I screamed, my body shaking beneath him.
He dropped my legs as he took my hands from where I was pinching my nipples, locking my wrists together in one hand and stretching them over my head.
“Put your legs around me, Pip. I want to come with your scream in my mouth.”
I gasped as he slowed into deep thrusts, drawing his own pleasure out.
I watched him, sweat rolling down his perfectly carved chest, his muscles flexing with every thrust as he changed his angle, driving into me with deeper, more focused strokes.
The coil in my belly tightened to a breaking point, and he saw it on my face, felt it in the way my body clenched around him.
“Fuck!” he shouted as he slammed into me, holding himself deep and groaning with every small thrust as he emptied inside me. “Bliss, ah—fuck!” he said, still thrusting, his blue eyes on me with shock. “Still coming, baby—fucking incredible…”
He groaned the words, his body tightening as he pounded me so hard I moved up the bed. He let my hands go, and I grabbed his face, bringing his mouth to mine as an orgasm tore through me from watching him come completely undone from me.
“You’re my best fucking play, Pip,” he rasped, his voice low and full of worship. “My only win that ever matters.”
I felt those words in my soul, and when he collapsed over me, his weight warm and heavy and perfect, he didn’t stop touching me. He left kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my jaw, then came back to my mouth like even ruined and breathless, he still needed more.