Page 87 of King of Malice
Her body jolts as a keening cry fills the room.
I start working her clit, pressing a finger inside her. Her thighs tremble around my face, her heels digging into the small of my back.
Starting a rhythm, it isn’t long before she buries her fingers into my hair, tugging on the strands and pulling me closer.
I can already tell Cadence likes a bit of pain with her pleasure. But we are wading into those waters slowly and carefully.
Too often, triggers are buried inside desires and it’s a razor’s edge. I will always err on the side of safe.
If there is one thing I want her to feel, it’s that. I can do a complicated woman as long as those complications don’t keep us from building intimacy.
Which is why I don’t go harder, just steady, as I add a second finger, feeling her stretch around me.
She stutters through a gasp, grinding against my hand. She’s wide open now, dripping wet, her heels digging so hard into the small of my back that she’s almost forcing me up her body.
“Zane,” she gasps. “Zane, it’s so good, but I want…” Her words drift off as her chest arches up into the air, her head tossed back, her long red hair streaming across the bed.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I say, coming up for air and enjoying the gorgeous view.
“Your cock,” she gasps, tugging on my hair as she tries to pull me up.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
Sliding up her body, she pushes me along with her feet. My cock finds her opening, sinking inside her, making us both groan.
I’ve been going slowly. Careful. But as I sink inside her, her hands reach around me, grabbing my ass and squeezing us tighter together, and I lose my careful control.
Pulling out, I thrust back inside her, setting a pace that has both of us fighting for air as we climb higher and higher, our hips coming together as I use all my strength to drive her wild.
She scratches at my skin, her mouth crashing into mine as our tongues tangle together.
My balls are on fire with the effort not to cum, but I hold out for her, knowing that she’s close. Her body trembles under mine, her pants and high-pitched moans only adding to the fever, until finally she breaks. She cries my name into my mouth and it’s all the permission I need to let go and cum like I’d die if I didn’t.
I have no idea if Cadence and I will work, but I know that sex has never been this good.
I don’t stop pumping until we’re both completely spent. Cadence’s arms have gone soft around me, her cheek nuzzling into the space between my shoulder and neck. “That was…”
I kiss her again, soft and slow. I’m too gassed to speak and I just need a minute before I’m going to be able to settle us properly in the bed.
Her eyes flutter closed, her body twitching as she falls asleep.
“Cade?”
“Hmm,” she hums between her closed lips.
I push up on my elbows looking down at her gorgeous face, so relaxed in sleep. She looks younger, even more vulnerable. It makes me think of the dream and what she might have gone through when she was young and innocent. “Where were you and Ava when you walked in on her being attacked?”
Her eyes flutter open, the pain in them undeniable. “At our foster parents’ shit run down shithole of a two-bedroom ranch.”
Foster parents? Did she grow up in foster care? How bad was it? But I don’t ask. At least not now. She’s already drifting back to sleep, so instead, I wrap her in my arms and lift her up to settle her head on the pillow and tuck her body under the covers.
Then I curl around her and say with my body what I don’t with my words.With me, you are safe.
She snuggles down into my embrace, letting out a soft sigh.
Tonight, she sleeps. Tomorrow, I’ll ask more questions.
But I can already tell she’s not going to like giving answers. If this is going to work, however, I’ve got a find a way past her hard shell.
