Page 45 of Entangled
I was cupping her face, stunned by her words, because the only thing she was talking about right now was the truth. The cold, hard truth in tough love form, and I could feel the love radiating off this woman. The stupid love I didn’t deserve.
“That’s the thing Soren, I want you in it, but I’m so fucking scared I can’t give you what you want,” I replied.
“You idiot,” she scoffed. “I wantyou.I want every bit of you. Your heart, mind, and soul. Even though you don’t think you have a heart. Even though you think you’re so broken you’re incapable of love. I want the good, bad, and the ugly. Because even if you aren’t ready to admit it yet, I know you want it too. I’ve never cared about the money, or who your family is. You could have a penny to your name and the clothes on your back and I’d still want you.”
I stood there, almost paralyzed in shock. Because I don’t think anyone has ever truly wanted me for who I am, and not my money. Not my body. Not my dick.
And here is this woman, wanting me for who I am, and who I truly was beneath every layer and fiber of my being.
“You’re not going back to that husband of yours, Soren,” I said through gritted teeth. “I know I’ve made a lot of empty promises to you, but I want to keep this one. If I keep my word on anything to you, this is it. You deserve the freedom to choose whatever life you want, and I’m going to give it to you.”
Now I watch asshestands there in shock. Like we both just realized the truth, and that we’d both wanted the same thing all along. We were just too proud to admit it.
Recognition seemed to hit us both at the same time as we closed the distance between us and our lips met, our bodies crashing together, our movements frantic.
I wasted no time pushing her against the wall and thrusting my erection to meet her hips. A groan full of pent-up tension left her lips, and I swallowed it down, wanting to claim the sound.
I didn’t want to have to commit her body to memory. I wanted to be able to wake up to it and feel it against mine every day.
I hiked her nightgown up past her hips, a groan leaving my own lips as I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Perfect,” I growled against her lips.
I broke away and trailed kisses down her neck, dropping to my knees and kneeling before the only person I ever willingly would.
The woman who held my heart in her palms, and my world, my future, myeverythingwas hers.
My very essence. My soul.
It was all bound and intertwined to the woman standing before me. She was the thing I needed but never knew.
I put my head between her thighs, tickling her skin with the stubble on my cheeks, causing a gasp to leave her lips. I teased her, my warm breath gliding over her entrance. I planned to take my time with her this go around. To tease her in every way I could. To make her never forget whose she is.
“Kade,”she whined, already growing impatient.
“Yes?” I asked, not giving in so easily, and wanting to hear her say exactly what she wanted. I never wanted her to be afraid to ask for what she wanted. Not anymore.
She looked down at me, desire in her eyes, a blush creeping up her neck. She was glistening with her arousal, and I knew she was wanting, and desperate for my touch.
A whimper left her lips, and her body tensed, as if she was trying to prevent herself from moving.
“If you want something, princess, you’ll have to tell me,” I said, giving her my signature teasing smirk that I knew she loved so much.
She groaned, and I could tell she was two seconds away from cracking, and I was loving every minute of watching her fall apart for me.
“Unravel for me, Soren. Fall apart for me,” I teased, giving one lick up her slit, causing another groan to come out of her.
“Kade,” she whimpered.
“Yes, my love?”
“Ravage me,” she said sternly.
It was all I needed before I buried my face against her cunt, lapping up her arousal and giving her no mercy as I fucked her with my tongue.
She yelled out, and I could already begin to feel her legs shaking from an impending orgasm.
“Nobody’s ever been able to make you feel this good have they, Soren?” I said in between licks. “Especially not that bastard you have to call a husband.”
