Chapter 45
Olivia
The fire in Kade’s eyes is almost wild, like he’s hanging on every breath, waiting for me to give him permission.
“Fuck me. Please.” I beg, voice raw and urgent as he lifts one of my legs, resting it over his shoulder.
“Such a filthy mouth,” he growls, dragging the tip of his cock over my clit, making my whole-body shudder. I feel him line up at my entrance—then suddenly, he pulls back.
I blink up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Condom,” he says, voice low but firm. “Give me a minute. I need to grab one from the truck.”
I reach out, my fingers wrapping around his arm to stop him. “Kade, I want to feel you. All of you. You’re the only person I’ve ever trusted.”
His eyes darken, his breath catching hard in his chest as he stills above me. “Liv…” His voice is rough, wrecked, like he’s barely holding on. “If I have you like this, I won’t be able to stop. You’ll be mine. Every fucking part of you.”
The words send a shiver through me, heat pooling low and fierce. I slide my hand up, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, my voice soft but sure.
“I’m already yours.”
For a second, neither of us moves. The weight of it, the heat, the hunger, the need, crashes over us all at once. Then he groans, low and guttural, dropping his forehead to mine.
“Baby, you’re gonna fucking ruin me,” he breathes, his lips brushing mine before he captures my mouth in a slow, devastating kiss.
I feel him shift, and then the head of his cock presses right where I need him most. My breath stutters, my nails dig into his shoulders as I brace myself.
The second he pushes in, slow and thick, I cry out, my head tipping back as my body stretches to take him. The burn is sharp, sweet, and I can’t help the soft, broken moan that falls from my lips.
“Fuck, Liv,” Kade groans, his voice ragged, deep in his chest. His hands grip my hips tighter, holding me open for him as he sinks deeper. “You feel so fucking good—so tight around me.”
A breathless sound escapes me, high and shaky, as my nails bite into his shoulders. “God… Kade…”
“That’s it,” he growls, driving in deeper, slower, until I feel every inch of him. “You’re taking me so fucking well. This pussy was made for me.”
A sharp gasp tears from my throat as he rolls his hips, the friction making my body jolt. “Kade—it feels so good,” I choke out, the words tumbling from me without thought.
He groans, his lips brushing my jaw. “Say it again,” he rasps, thrusting deeper, harder. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”
“So good,” I pant, my voice breaking on a moan as the pleasure builds, fast and sharp and overwhelming. “I—I’m already so close.”
“Yeah?” His breath is hot against my skin, his rhythm brutal and perfect. “Come for me, Liv. Let me feel it, let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”
I cry out, my hips bucking wildly now, chasing it—needing it—the coil tightening sharp and fast until it snaps. Pleasure crashes over me in violent waves, and I can’t hold back the broken moan that rips from my throat. Kade’s hand covers my mouth, muffling the sounds as I fall apart beneath him.
“That’s it,” he growls, his voice wrecked. “Good fucking girl. You feel so goddamn perfect, gripping me so tight. Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last.”
My whole body shakes, my legs trembling uncontrollably as he pounds into me, every thrust wrecking what’s left of my control.
“Please,” I gasp against his palm, my voice ragged and desperate. “Pl—please, Kade.”
His eyes are dark, wild, locked on mine. “You want my cum, Liv?” he rasps, his pace brutal now, his hips snapping hard against me. “Tell me. Tell me you want it.”
“Yes,” I moan, the word slipping out on a breathless sob. “I want it—I want you to cum inside me.”
His breath shudders, a filthy groan tearing from his throat as his pace turns frantic, out of control. “Fuck—Jesus,”
I feel him unravel, every sharp thrust, every broken sound vibrating through his chest as he drives into me. His hand slips from my mouth, and I don’t hold back—moaning his name, telling him how good it feels, how much I need him.
“That’s it,” he growls, voice rough and wrecked. “Take it. Take all of me.”
“Kade—” I gasp, nails raking down his back as my body clenches around him, another orgasm slamming into me, sharp and blinding.
“Fuck—gonna come—” His head drops to my neck, breath hot and desperate as his rhythm falters. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy—just like you wanted.”
“Yes,” I breathe, clinging to him, lost in the feel of him, the heat, the frantic rush.
He drives into me one last time, buried deep, his entire body locking tight as a guttural moan rips from his throat. I feel him spill inside me, his muscles trembling as he gives me every last drop.
“Fuck,” he groans again, softer this time, his breath ragged against my skin as he collapses over me, careful, protective, his weight grounding me.
For a long moment, neither of us moves, we just lay there breathing each other in. I press my lips to his damp temple, fingers sliding along his back, and for the first time in forever, I feel… whole.
He shifts with a soft groan, pressing a breathless kiss to my shoulder before carefully pulling out. I feel the slow drag of it, the lingering heat, and then he’s moving, rolling onto his back on the mattress in the bed of the truck.
The night air brushes over my skin, cool against the warmth still humming beneath the surface, but then he’s there, reaching for me, pulling me in without hesitation. I go easily, tucking myself against his side, my head resting on his chest where his heartbeat pounds steadily beneath my palm.
The quiet wraps around us, broken only by the slow rhythm of our breathing and the distant rustle of leaves. His fingertips drift lazily along my back, tracing invisible patterns, and something unspoken settles between us—steady and certain, like it’s always been there.
I should get up and clean myself up, but I can’t bring myself to move. Not when he’s holding me like this, not when every part of me feels too content to let go.
His hand stills for a moment on my back, his thumb brushing absently over my spine. “Are you cold?” he asks, his voice low and warm against the quiet night.
I shake my head, my lips brushing his skin. “No. Not even a little bit.”
He exhales softly, his hand still moving over my spine. “You’ve changed my whole world, Liv. Turned it on its head. It feels like my only purpose is to be by your side, helping you through the bad days, celebrating the good ones. You’re it for me.”
His lips find my hair, pressing there with quiet reverence, and I tighten my hold on him, my eyes growing heavy with sleep.
“I’ve waited so long for you, Kade,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “You saved me.”
His arm tightens around me, steady and sure, his thumb brushing slow circles against my back like a silent promise, and I let myself sink into the warmth of him, into the safety of this moment.
“Get some sleep, baby,” he whispers, his voice softer now, almost a lullaby. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I let my eyes close, the sound of his heartbeat grounding me, the warmth of his body wrapping around me like a shield.
And as sleep pulls me under slowly, the last thing I’m aware of is Kade’s hand slipping into mine, holding on tight, like he’ll never let go.