Page 46 of Ashes of Betrayal

They stared at each other for a long moment then, while Bree’s pulse fluttered.

The despair that had choked her earlier, that had turned the world the color of smoke, lifted, and suddenly hope ignited deep in her chest.

“You were sent to test me,” Cailean continued, his fingers trailing down her neck to her collarbone. “To torment me.”

Bree wanted to answer him, yet she was finding it difficult to concentrate, especially now that his hand slid down to the swell of her breast. And when his thumb brushed the sensitized nipple, she gasped. A moment later, something hot and hard pushed against her hip.

Glancing down, her gaze met his shaft, ready for her once more.

The ache in the cradle of her hips started to throb.

“Ride me, Bree.”

Heat flushed across her chest. Her breathing coming in shallow bursts, she pushed herself up and climbed astride him.

“Fuck me,” he growled, his chest rising and falling sharply too. His erection now thrust up between them, jerking in eagerness.

Sweat beaded upon Bree’s skin once more. Nodding, she wrapped a hand around his girth and rose up onto her knees, positioning the tip of him at her entrance.

And then, she slowly lowered herself down upon him, a deep groan escaping her.

He was big, and this position was intense, for she took him deep. She stretched around him, and when she eventually settled herself upon his rod fully, the ache in her womb brushed the edges of pain.

Bree stilled, letting herself adjust to him—and all the while, her gaze never left his.

The expression on Cailean’s face was fierce, raw, and her heart started to thump hard, emotion swamping her.

She’d never felt thisvulnerableduring coupling, and the new sensation scared her a little. For the first time ever, she let a lover see beyond the shield she’d always presented to the world.

Reaching between her slick thighs, Cailean slid the pad of his thumb over the sensitive bud of flesh that he’d licked and sucked earlier, circling gently. A melting sensation flowed through Bree’s loins, and a groan escaped her. The discomfort deep inside her eased, and then she gave her hips a slow roll.

Cailean hissed a curse through his teeth, and she did it again, enjoying the way his cheekbones flushed and his eyes glittered.

And then, she rose up, sliding herself along the long, thick length of him before bearing down sharply upon him once more.

Their guttural cries echoed through the lean-to then. Pleasure gathered in her loins, as heavy and sweet as honey, and shecircled her pelvis again, sucking in a sharp breath at the delicious sensations that now rippled through her lower belly.

“Fuck!” Cailean panted. “Bree … I—”

His voice cut off as she rode him now, her body shuddering with each long slide.

And as they coupled, she watched his face. Shades, how she loved seeing ecstasy ripple over his features, hearing the groans that tore from his throat, and watching his hard-won self-restraint unravel before her eyes.

But at the same time, she was struggling to hold herself together. Each time she bore down upon him, he stroked a place deep inside that turned her liquid. It wasn’t long before she was writhing upon his rod, wild pleasure pulsing and shuddering through her.

Bree cried out, clutching at him as she peaked.

Cailean took control then, gripping her by the hips and drawing her up and down the heft of his shaft, deep and hard now.

His face was taut, the tendons in his neck corded as he arched up into her with each thrust, his skin glistening with sweat.

And then, as Bree choked out his name—her body quivering like a sapling in the wind—he too shattered, a shout tearing from his throat.

21: A MEETING ON THE ROAD

“WILL YOU KILL him tonight?”

Cailean’s broad back tensed against Bree at her direct question.

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