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I reach and gently tug the blindfold free.
She blinks and I did not realize how much I missed the soft human glow of her amber eyes. They are darkened to smoky bourbon in the dimness. But so peaceful. So tender.
I stroke her cheek, careful of the bruising that still mars her beauty. But it will never make her less. The marks are a sign of her ferocity. Her strength.
To me, she is beautiful beyond measure, and my gut tightens at the thought.
“Hey,” she says, scouring my expression. “What’s wrong?”
My lips tug.
Perceptive is my Onyx. Very.
Mine?
I search her face, feeling her warm calm breath as it moves over my neck. How her hands grip my biceps, her touch holding, not restraining. Supporting.
Do I want her to be mine?
“Your beauty never ceases to keep from taking my breath,” I admit.
She flushes. “Caine. You already got me into bed. Trust me, the compliment isn’t necessary.”
I scowl. “A woman should be told her partner finds her beautiful. Numerous times in a day. She should never wonder if she has his focus. His attention.” I support my weight on one hand as I brush her smooth skin with one knuckle. Her eyes sparkle. “But you are so much more than your beauty, Onyx.”
She drops her eyes, those long lashes lowering.
It is such a shy motion. So ingrained.
I drop my head, seeking her lips with mine. Her breath catches. I pull back, feathering my mouth against hers. “I need you, Onyx. I want you.” I groan. “And everything in me is screaming for me to fill you until you cream around me. Until my name is the only one you scream.” I palm her face. “I want to drop the warding on the door as I take you. I want them to hear what I can do for you. What I can give you.”
Her eyes fly wide and she stares up at me, heat darkening her already flushed cheeks.
“I want there to be no doubt in your mind, in theirs, that I am the one most capable of pleasuring you. Of caring for you in every way I know how.”
“Caine—” Her eyes dart over my face.
“When I climax, Onyx, the wardingwillfall. I can’t stop that. Even my focus is only so good, and your body is making it hard enough for me to keep my control.”
She watches me for several long, heart pounding moments. “Turn up the music, Caine.”
I blink.
Her smile is languid but filled with her own devilish gleam. “I already know who can pleasure me the best. Show me why.”
My eyes flutter and I let her go long enough to snap.
The thump of alternative blares louder and she trembles.
I lower my head back to hers, needing the sweetness of her mouth as my cock strains to fill her heat. There is no more waiting, no way I can prolong this more.
I have to take her. It’s not a need or a want, but something so deep inside me that I can’t put a name to it.
My hand flows down her side and she shifts restlessly. I grip one full thigh, spreading her legs wider as I slip between them.
Her slickness is enough to make me shake, and I know she meant what she said. She wants me.
Now I have to remind her of why.
