Page 173 of The Ruthless Note

Then he buries himself deeper.

More.

More.

And, when I’m sure there’s no room left in me, he pushes even further.

Something inside me breaks.

My brain short-circuits.

Dutch drops damp kisses to my jaw, my throat, whispering in my ear.

So beautiful.

So damn tight.

I got you, Cadey.

I’m sure I’m going to die from the inferno flaying me open. Sure I’m going insane.

But I bare myself to him, widen my thighs, invite him further. I press up on my elbows, lapping at his mouth with sweet, nervous kisses to show I’m not afraid. I’m not as fragile as he thinks I am.

“Cadey,” he groans.

A vein pops out on his neck.

My heart thrums when I see what I’m doing to him.

Power.

My need to have him, to watch that expression of pure anguish and animalistic desire spread across his face makes me weak.

Every breath pries me open.

It’s like I’ve been rubbed raw. The pain is still there, but the pleasure is just as sharp.

And when his weapon of a body moves against me, requesting and then ordering me to feel every brutal inch of him, I’mcertainthat this rough invasion will kill me.

Angry heat.

Unbearable energy.

I hold him like the world is ending.

And maybe it is.

Maybe the sky falls tonight.

Oh…

But what a way to go.

CHAPTERFORTY-THREE

DUTCH

Several times in the night, I wonder if Cadence’s bed can handle all the rocking. But somehow, the little twin doesn’t break. It holds steadfast, creaking and moaning and trembling, but never once faltering beneath us.

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