Smirking to myself, I pull away, satisfied when her pussy clenches down on me. “Well?”
“Well?” Her breathy question tells me she’s on cloud nine right now.
For that matter, so am I.
I can’t stop myself from thrusting into her. My cock’s still hard enough to hit all her notes, something that’s proven when she cries out, head falling back as I reach down and press my thumb to her clit.
Then the goddamn condom gets in the way.
Fuck.
I pull out, grab the condom, toss it on the floor, and then just stare down at her.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Belle,” I breathe, looming above her for a second before I let the tip of my tongue travel over her tits and toward her throat.
“I’m clean, Belle.”
“M-Me too.”
“Then, no rubber?”
Her tits heave as she sighs. “Okay. I’m protected from pregnancy,” she assures me while squirming against me as I seek out tender areas on her throat like I’m digging for gold.
Her hands grab at me as I find the sensitive skin between neck and shoulder, and she shudders as I slide my fingers through the delicious mess we made together before I thrust home. I continue my slow thrusts, still making this all about her as I suckle the flesh hard.
I want her marked.
A woman like Belle needs marking.
She needs the visual reminder that she’s been claimed.
And the rest of the world—i.e., those fucking Disciples—needs to know to back the fuck off.
“What are you doing to me, Cade?” she whimpers as her hips rock up, her legs spreading as she grinds back into me. “I just haven’t felt like this in…” Her hand flops against her face as she starts to cry.
I nuzzle my nose against her cheek. “Those good tears, baby?”
The “s” is sibilant on: “Yes.” Her moans are a symphony I don’t want to live without. “Please,” she sobs as I find her clit again and, with my lubricated fingers, work her higher than before. She’s a decibel below screeching as her nails tear into my back and she cries, “Don’t stop. God, don’t. Please. Don’t.”
I’ll take it.
Hell, I’ll takemore.
I want to sear this bone-deep pleasure into her soul, make everything right in her fucking world…
Only, she isn’t mine to keep.
Not yet.
If I can get her to New York, I just know Aidan will let me have her.
If she wants to be mine…
Christ, this is crazy, but she makes me crazy, and with how good this feels, I don’t care either.
The thought has me doubling down, grinding back as she continues seeking release. Not only because it’s way too fucking soon to be thinking shit like that, but because I still have a job to do.
When she hits the spot, her scream is so loud that if I were another man, I’d worry about her neighbors thinking something shady was going on in here.