Another hot lash to her soul, quickly followed by another and another. She couldn’t take anymore. She truly couldn’t. “Cain,” she whimpered, tears pooling in her eyes.
He groaned, slamming into her even harder, fisting her hair even tighter. His cock swelled as he said, “You come when I’m done.” He pounded once, twice, three times. Then exploded. He kept on thrusting through his orgasm, filling her with one hot splash after another. “Now you.”
A supernova wave of pure bliss swept over her soul … and she shattered. Screaming, shaking, scratching his back. The orgasm tore her to shreds, violent and blinding.
Finally, she sagged.
Fighting to catch his breath, Cain looked down at the trembling pile of pure sated woman beneath him. He thumbed away her tears and pressed a kiss to her jaw.
“Why do you like it when I cry?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
“One, I’m a sadistic bastard. Two, I like knowing you were so wrecked by pleasure that you simply couldn’t take it.”
His monster relished that they had that power over her; that they could reduce her to this. Relished that, strong though she may be in so many ways, she was vulnerable to them.
“I’m not keen on the way you’re looking at me right now.”
He slanted his head. “How am I looking at you?”
“Like … like a predator who’s just taken down prey and feeling very pleased with itself. I’m no one’s prey.”
He bit back a smile. “I’ll bear that in mind.” To beings as powerful as him, everything and everyone was potential prey.
She sniffed. “Yeah, you do that.”
Cain felt his mouth quirk. He still couldn’t say what it was about her that had him so fucking obsessed with her. He couldn’t understand why she brought out so many primitive instincts in him. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever held his attention the way she did.
With other women, he’d gotten bored fast. Especially in bed. It wasn’t a slight to them, he was simply so fucking jaded that everything—including sex—held a mundane edge.
With Wynter, it was different. Instead of tiring of the feel, scent, and taste of her, he only wanted more. He liked learning more and more about what got her off. Liked introducing her to new things and sensations. Liked the thought of eventually knowing her body better than anyone else ever had.
Realizing she’d fallen asleep, Cain smiled. She didn’t once stir as he moved them further up the mattress and pulled the coverlet over them. His creature settled in, prepared to stay awake and watch over her, so Cain let himself drift off.
It felt like no more than an hour later when he woke to a gentle knock on the door. Light had crept around the edges of the curtains, so he knew it was morning.
As he’d expected, Maxim was on the other side of the door. The aide passed Cain a tray filled with food for both him and Wynter, as per usual. Maxim also relayed a surprising piece of news that made Cain lift his brows. His little witch had failed to pass on that herself.
He thanked the aide and then closed the door. Once he’d set the tray on the table, he turned to the bed to see that Wynter was beginning to wake.
She groaned. “No, it can’t be morning.” She tried dragging the coverlet over her head, but the move was too lazy to work.
“It’s morning. And I have a question for you.”
She opened one eye. “Is it sex related?”
“No.”
“Then it can wait.” Her eyelid fell closed.
His lips twitched. “Maxim told me a little something just now.” All he got in response was a disinterested hum. “I have to say, I’m confused as to why I had to hear this from him instead of you. Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Yes, but it’s sex related, so it has nothing to do with your question and you won’t want to hear about it.”
Actually, he did want to hear about it and …Little minx.He yanked the coverlet off her and spanked her ass. “That’s for trying to distract me.”
Yelping, she pouted at him. “It’s not like it worked. You didn’t need to slap methathard.”
“I know, but I wanted to.”