Page 71 of Beautifully Broken Control

Cain hissed out a breath. “You’re a temptress. You know that? From the second I laid eyes on you, I knew you could undo me.” In a move that took me by surprise, he jumped to his feet, pulling me up with him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he picked me up. The small twinge in my ribs barely registered. He began striding towards the house.

“I can walk, you know.”

Cain didn’t meet my gaze. He was singularly focused now. “But then I wouldn’t have your body pressed against mine.”

That was a good enough argument for me. He jogged up the stairs, pulling the door open and letting it slam behind him. His strides were long, powerful, and the friction they caused had my core tightening. “Hurry,” I breathed.

His pace quickened. Soon, we were in his room, in front of his massive bed. He slowly lowered me to the floor. My center pressed against the bulge in his shorts as he did so. I couldn’t hold in my moan.

Cain let out a curse, quickly pulling off his shirt. I took in the sea of bronze skin over tightly honed muscle. So smooth, so tempting. I let a finger trail over his pec, down to the ridges of his stomach. “Off.” He uttered the single word as he pulled my t-shirt over my head. He sucked in a sharp breath. “No bra? You’ve been walking around my house all day with no bra?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. “We weren’t going anywhere.”

He shook his head and cupped my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples, circling, teasing. They beaded under his touch. Tightened almost to the point of pain. “You’re perfect.”

I wasn’t. No one was. But I would take that look in his eyes anytime I could get it. One that said he’d never seen anything as beautiful as what lay before him. He sank to his knees, his hands going to my waist. Cain bent forward, trailing his lips lightly along the healing bruises of my side. My body shuddered slightly, but I didn’t say a word. The gesture was so tender, I couldn’t.

Cain’s fingers slipped into the sides of my sweats, hooking them and my panties, and slowly, oh so slowly, pulling them down. His knuckles skimmed the sides of my legs, sending goosebumps skittering across my skin. He released the material to the floor, guiding one leg to step out and then the other.

He turned back to me, his face level with the most intimate part of me, but I didn’t squirm or try to hide. This man knew it all now, all the ugly parts of my past, and he wanted me anyway. I wasn’t going to shy away.

Cain’s hands gripped my thighs. “You’re bare.”

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. “Dance. I had to be. Leotards don’t exactly hide much.”

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my pubic bone. “I think I’m going to have to come to one of these dance classes.” Another kiss just a breath lower. “Or maybe I can convince you to give me my own private performance.” Lower still, he inhaled deeply. “You smell so fucking good.”

Somewhere deep inside me spasmed at his words. Without warning, his tongue flicked out, delving in and circling my clit. I had to grab Cain’s shoulders to steady myself. Sensations rolled through me, waves of tension, and sparks of pleasure. His mouth latched on to the bundle of nerves, and he sucked deep. “Cain.” The word came out as a half-whisper, half-moan.

It only spurred him on. He alternated sucking with quick flicks using the end of his tongue. I needed more. That something extra to push me over the edge. I needed him. “More.” I couldn’t put my thoughts to words, could only get out that single plea.

“I’ve got you.” Cain slipped a finger inside me, and I wanted to weep. He stroked me from within, driving me higher and higher until I thought I might burst. His lips latched on to my clit, and when the slightest hint of his teeth grazed those nerves, I went spiraling. My knees began to buckle, but Cain held me up with a single arm, pressing me to his face, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from my body.

I couldn’t control the shudders, didn’t want to stifle the electric pulses that danced through my muscles. As they eased, Cain lowered me to the bed, his fingers slipping out of me. I watched as he sucked them clean, his eyes flaring. “Never tasted anything so sweet.”

I lifted a leg, my toes pulling at his shorts. “Off.” I wasn’t nearly done. I wanted to know what it felt like to have him moving inside me. To experience the dance that would be uniquely ours. The way our bodies came together.

Cain shucked his shorts, his cock springing free and jutting out. He was breathtaking. Just the sight of it had saliva pooling in my mouth. He strode to his nightstand, pulling out a small foil packet. He tore it with his teeth, rolling the rubber over the tip and down his shaft. I’d never thought the sight of putting on a condom could be such a turn-on.

Cain paused, looking pained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Trust me, you won’t.” I had enough endorphins running through my system to fight off any pain.

He studied my face carefully, then sank to the mattress, rolling me on top of him. He lifted me so that I was straddling him, hovering just above where I wanted to be. “Ride me.”

I wiggled my hips so he would loosen his hold, Cain got the message. I lowered myself, slowly taking him in. Each minuscule movement, stretching and creating a delicious pressure. I moaned as I took all of him. Cain cursed, his hands going back to my hips. I began to rock, small, testing movements that stoked the embers within me back to life.

I rolled my hips and sucked in a breath as he hit a spot inside me that no one had ever touched before. Cain’s grip on me tightened. “Are you okay?”

My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I nodded. I was so much better than okay. I picked up a new rhythm, and Cain’s hips rose to meet me, each of our bodies speaking without words, telling the other what we wanted, what we needed.

The end of each thrust caused contact that teased my clit, that spike of sensation tightening the cord within me a little tighter each time. Cain’s strokes grew deeper. How, I didn’t know. Hitting that spot inside with each thrust. “Dig deep, baby. Find it. Find it with me.”

I sucked in a breath as I arched my back, seeking, searching. I found it. My walls clamped down around him as my body shuddered. As Cain thrust up, so damn deep, I knew it was a claim. I rode out the waves of trembles and sparks of pleasure, not wanting to miss a thing. And Cain rode it out with me until I stilled, collapsing onto his chest, heaving.

His fingertips trailed up and down the ridges of my spine. I relaxed into him. “Not sure I’ll ever recover from that.”

Cain chuckled, the action causing my core to tighten. “Fuck. You’re going to kill me, woman.”

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