Page 72 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“She’s been trying to get me to fuck her for years. You’re right. She wants to be luna, but I’ve told her every fucking time it’s not going to happen.” His eyes drifted down to my lips momentarily. “She’s not the woman I want,” he finished in a low voice.

My stomach revolted with butterflies, my heart sped up and my core tightened at the implications of his words.

“I—” I wasn’t sure what I was going to say.

I believed him, despite every alarm in my head reminding me that I believed Brandon at first, and look where that got me. But Cade was right. He wasn’t Brandon and I knew that deep down in my heart. So what did I say now? I should say I was sorry for assuming. I should say I didn’t care. I should lie to him, but the words were lodged in my throat.

“Say you understand, Bells,” he breathed out.

“I—”

“Tell me you know I’m not him. Tell me you understand what I want. Who I want.”

My lips were on fire with the need to kiss him. Throbbing, as they recalled what it was to be kissed by him. Before I could stop myself, I leaned forward the remaining few inches until they got what they wanted, and I held on for dear life to the front of his shirt as I kissed him.

He didn’t move. He didn’t touch me. He let me do what I wanted. More proof that he was different. I opened my mouth, letting my tongue run along the seam of his lips. I wasn’t used to taking control, but he opened his mouth for me and I thrust my tongue inside to explore his rich taste. My whole body began to hum when I heard his approving growl, but much too soon, he pulled back, leaving me wanting more.

“Tell me you understand, Bells. Tell me you want it, too,” Cade asked again.

“You’re not him. I want you because you’re not him,” I answered.

My words were what Cade needed, because the next moment, he was attacking my mouth with his own, demonstrating with actions more than words, once again, how different he was from Brandon. All thoughts and comparisons soon flew out the window as I moaned, feeling his body pressing against mine, his growing bulge putting pressure against my stomach, promising heaven.

His arms wrapped around my waist and crushed me against him. It felt good; as if he wanted me so badly, that he was trying to merge us together. I wanted that. I wanted to pull his body into mine and feel like I was one with him. I wanted to feel his cock pulsing inside of me. I wanted to feel his heart throbbing inside me, making my walls pulse in rhythm to him.

One of his hands tapped my ass, and I didn’t hesitate to jump and wrap my legs around his torso, his hard, clothed member pushing into my core, making him groan.

With one hand holding my ass, he felt for the doorknob with the other. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck when I felt the door move from my back. Cade broke our kiss, one eye trying to look where he was going while kissing down my throat. I heard kick the door closed behind him before he pressed me against the poster of the bed, grinding his cock into me until I was a writhing mess of need in his arms. He was going to make me come just from the pressure he was putting on my clit.

“Cade,” I moaned.

“Goddess, say my name like that again, Princess.”

I obeyed his request, and I felt his hand dip into my jeans to cup my bare ass. His hand continued down until I felt him parting my folds. I moaned, and he groaned.

“You’re so wet for me, Bells.”

I moaned again in response and ground myself against his probing fingers.

“What do you want, Bells?” he asked, sucking on my neck. I whimpered in response and he pulled back to look down at me. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he asked again.

“I need to come,” I managed to whimper, trying to get him back to where he was nibbling on my neck.

“How do you want to come, Princess?”

“I want to come around your cock.”

“You sure, Princess? You sure you want this cock in your sweet pussy?” he asked, his hips bucking up deliciously into me, his fingers still moving across my most intimate parts.

“I need your cock, Cade,” I panted, trying to impale myself on his fingers to feel some relief.

Cade pulled me away from the post and dumped me onto the bed before chucking his shirt and jeans. I stared at the god-like body being uncovered before me, my mouth watering as he removed his boxer briefs. I let my eyes roam to my heart’s content, and I finally allowed myself to gaze at the cock I’d been dreaming about for weeks.

“You’re wearing too many clothes. Will you yell at me if I help you out with that?” He raised an eyebrow and I glared at his joke, which made him grin. “Just checking,” he chuckled, extending his claws and ripping my jeans down the sides.

“I liked those jeans,” I pouted.

“I’ll buy you ten of them,” he groaned, staring down at me as he fisted his cock while I pulled off my shirt.

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