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For encouragement, I spread my legs beneath him, hooking my heels around his thick thighs. A tight hiss passed through his lips as he settled between my legs, sliding up and down my wet folds.

“I’m trying,” he gritted out. “I don’t want to hurt you, but fuck, I want you so bad. I want to feel you all around me. I want to make you scream my name, make you never forget where I’ve been. Stop me if I—”

Not allowing him to finish, I yanked him down. His lips collided with my own, our teeth clashing in a fierce kiss.

With a slow roll of his hips, he positioned himself just outside my opening before sliding in an inch. Internal muscles burned as they stretched to the max. Tears sprang up as he pushed deeper. I grimaced as I arched off the bed at the contradicting feelings of wanting more and needing less. The delicious pain was one that I wanted more of. Everything hurt, but in the best way possible.

“Lady, talk to me,” Cas said, his voice deep and strained.

“More.” It was what I wanted, but I also knew it was what he needed too.

He withdrew gently, only to push back in harder than the first time, his control slipping with each second my muscles squeezed him. His pace increased, pushing me past the pain and shoving me into a deep pleasure I’d never experienced before. Desperately he sucked and nipped down my neck, which I arched out long just for him. The bed shook, thumping against the wall as his thrusts turned demanding. I dug my fingers into the defined muscles of his back, holding on while the fog of lust and pleasure thickened.

One hard thrust, him sinking deeper than ever, my fingers curled and I tossed my head side to side as a shoulder-shaking orgasm barreled through. My lazy eyelids opened halfway to find him wearing a proud smile.

“Wow,” I breathed.

He chuckled and shifted. The new angle drew out a loud moan from my core. Still grinning like a fool, he dipped a hand between our bodies. Fingers on my clit, he pressed down while drawing lazy circles. “Oh, Lady, we’re just getting started.”

I shivered at the promise in his voice.

Eyes closed, I concentrated on every place our bodies touched, focused on the swirl of his fingers and penetrating force. For the first time in a long, long time, no bad memories threatened, no worries clouded my thoughts.

I never wanted it to end.

29

Alta

Arms above my head,I stretched out long underneath the sheet and blanket, slightly exposing parts of my naked body to the cold air. Shivering against the cold, I tucked back under the blanket and rolled to face the other side of the empty bed.

I frowned as I felt along the cold sheets, indicating he hadn’t been there for a while. I couldn’t remember when I gave in to the pull of sleep, but I did remember him holding me, his chest pressed against my back, as I did. Now he was nowhere to be found.

Keeping the blanket against my chest, I sat up in the bed and searched the dark room.

Mumbled voices floated in from the other side of the door.

Blindly searching the floor, I snatched up my discarded clothes before tiptoeing across the room toward the door, where a sliver of light peeked through the gap. Nose against the door, I pulled it open an inch, allowing a little visibility into the living room and kitchen. Cas and Chandler stood on opposite sides of the long counter, faces grim, voices low.

Whatever they were discussing so seriously could wait; my bladder could not. After pulling on the sweat pants and sweatshirt, I tiptoed down the short hall and slipped into the bathroom. With a relieved exhale, I flipped on the light, only to barely contain my shriek as I took in my reflection.

What the hell happened to my hair?

With a few sad whimpers, I touched around my scalp where the hair was matted. I leaned closer to get a better look at the hard, crusty coating. Pulling a clump of ends to my nose, I inhaled deep.

It smelled like… blackberries. But that wasn’t my shampoo scent. No, my shampoo smelled like lavender. My body wash smelled like… oh. I smirked at my poor hair, fully understanding what happened. Sweet, sweet Cas probably got frustrated trying to find my shampoo yesterday and just used what he could find.

On top of my hair looking like I’d been homeless for months, I smelled like sex and sleep.One way to fix that. Turning the shower on, I held my hand under the water until it warmed and then removed last night’s clothes. Under the hot spray, I sighed and began massaging the body wash from my hair while my thoughts fixed on Cas.

What we did earlier was beyond words. I wasn’t sure how many times he took me over the edge, having lost count after the first few. It was like his body spoke to mine. He gave me exactly what I needed, living up to his threats of not being gentle. Remembering his rough thrusts had my thighs squeezing tight in memory. Everything was sore, from my lady parts to my breasts, which took the brunt of his twisted fingers and teeth. I loved it. Every part of it.

It was shocking that all this had happened in a little over a week, which meant what I was feeling for him wasn’t love. No, it had to be purely physical, even though the way I wanted his smile and laugh around me every day, wanted to make him smile and laugh every day, had nothing to do with physical attraction. I wanted to make him happy. He deserved it.

I deserved it.

We’d both been through so much in our lives; it was our time to take what we wanted and move on.

Right?

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