Page 117 of Cinder
CHAPTER 51
Ella
I listen intently to Lars,and I hear every word.
Every cold-blooded detail.
“That’s me, Ella. That’s who I am,” he says. “I’m a cold-hearted killer.”
My heart aches for him. For the pain he’s carrying around.
“That’s not all you are,” I say softly. “You’re more than your revenge.”
“I’m a killer, Ella. It’s what I choose to do. I’ve made peace with it. But my question is, can you?”
If only he knew where I came from. What I’ve witnessed as the daughter of a mafia boss. The blood spilling. The revenge slayings. The heavy weight of knowing you’ll never escape itbecause it is a part of who you are and what your future is meant to be.
I reach up and touch his face, my fingers trailing down his high cheekbones. He closes his eyes and leans into my touch. His lips part with a soft breath.
I can’t change his past. I can’t erase years of pain and feelings of loss and loneliness. But I can ease his pain right now.
I push him down and slide onto him, and I feel his cock swell between my thighs.
“I accept all of you.” I reach between us, and he trembles when I take him in my hand. “I trust you.”
“I would never hurt you.”
“I know.”
And I do.
I know this man would burn down the world for me.
With my fingers wrapped around him, I rub the crown of his cock through my soaked pussy and feel him tremble again.
“I only ever use protection,” he rasps, his eyes heavily hooded with arousal.
“And I’ve only been with you,” I whisper. “So we’re both safe.”
I guide him inside me, then sink slowly down his length, taking every naked inch into my body. The intrusion is a snap of pleasure and pain as I’m stretched around his thickness.
Lars drags in a hungry breath. “Oh baby…” His voice thick with lust.
I start to move gently against him. A slow rock of my hips. Taking my time. Moving my body in a way that milks his length. Clenching tighter around him and earning a groan that vibrates through me.
His face ripples with lust as he grips my hips.
We make love slowly in the soft light. There is no urgency. No desperation. Just the slow movement of warm skin against skin and two gazes fused together in the moment.
He’s so beautiful.
His gorgeous inked flesh laid out beneath me as I ride him. His strong hands on my hips. His beautiful face tight with restraint as I rock slowly back and forth.
A sweet tension coils in my belly.
An orgasm being conjured slowly.
Rising. Straining. Taking me to the edge.
