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But she jerks her leg back so I hit the air instead.
My nostrils flare as I let out a frustrated breath. “Good girl.”
With as much restraint as I can muster, I stay in place, watching as she touches herself, moving her fingers from her collarbone over the smooth skin of her stomach and around the wide expanse of her hips.
She glides over the top of her pussy, a moan escaping her lips as she pushes her cunt into her hand.
Precum leaks from the tip of me, and I’m desperate for relief, insane with the need to split her apart and show her how perfectly we’d fit.
I’m barely hanging on by a thread.
I grip the scarf from around my neck and unwind it, wrapping it around my fist and moving forward again until she’s forced to lie back even more than she was. She sucks in a breath, arousal playing across her face as I hover over her, holding myself up so we don’t touch.
“Slip your fingers in your cunt and fuck yourself the way I would, petite pécheresse.”
She follows direction beautifully, a gasp escaping her perfect lips when she dips inside her pussy.
Her eyes flutter and roll back.
“Eyes on me, mon trésor.” I demand.
She snaps her gaze back, her pupils blown and her lips a dusky red. I take the scarf that’s wrapped around my hand and hold it above her body, letting the end skim across her skin.
Her back arches and her fingers slip deeper, her palm rubbing circles on her clit. I drag the edges of the fabric along her side, in awe at the way her flesh tightens and pebbles under my ministrations.
My stomach flips when I bring the end to her breasts, slowly circling it over one nipple and then the other, my balls drawing up when she moans out my name. “Cade, I’m…”
She’s close. I can tell.
I move my body back until I’m settled in between her spread legs, so close yet sofuckingfar, and skim the fabric across her stomach and then lower over her hip bones while she grinds into her hand, chasing her orgasm.
She moves her palm, allowing me to brush the fabric over the swell of her clit.
Once.
Twice.
And then she comes.
My lips are close enough to suck in her moans, my eyes rolling back from tasting her voice on my tongue.
“Tu es la mienne, au cours de toutes nos vies,” I whisper in her ear.
I push myself away from her, forcing the distance I’d do anything to erase.
Then I’m gone, knowing that was goodbye.
Chapter39
Amaya
IKNEW CADE WOULD COME LAST NIGHT.
The same way I know I need to stay away from him entirely. After last night…it’s too risky. I don’t trust myself, and the last thing I want to do is have Parker find out.
Ihaveto stay away.
This strange connection that’s threaded us together since the very beginning is gaining strength like a torpedo, and the only way to survive it is to sever it completely.
