Page 90 of Made of Steel (Made of Steel 1)

He wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "Yes you are. You're made of steel, Sadie."

Sadie. He didn't know. No one would ever know. I wanted to forget the pain. I wanted to become the person he saw. And it had been far too fucking long since I hadn't felt scared when I heard my name affectionately spoken on someone's lips. It was like I had no control over my body. I grabbed the back of his hood and pulled his face to mine.

He didn't hesitate to kiss me back. His mouth completely possessed me as his hands pulled me even tighter against his chest. It wasn't just a kiss. I could feel it. He wanted more. And I wanted him to make me forget about my pain. I wanted to overcome my fears.

His lips wandered to my neck as his fingers found the zipper of my hoodie. "This looks much better on you."

Just the sound of it unzipping made me want him even more. What was I doing? I didn't know him. How could I feel safe doing this if he didn't let me see him? "Let me see your face."

"You won't like what you see," he growled.

"I don't think that's true." I grabbed the bottom of his mask and rolled it up his neck until I felt the scruff on his chin.

He pushed me backwards until my back hit the cold rock. It sent a shiver down my spine.

I could have told him to stop, but I didn't want to. His fingers trailed up the insides of my thighs. Maybe I was losing my mind. But I knew he could take the pain away. I knew he was stronger than I was. "Please let me see your face." My voice was less demanding this time.

He knew he had me right where he wanted me.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them and my thong down my thighs.

"We can't..." We were in the middle of Central Park. Yes, we were off the path, but that didn't mean people couldn't see us. My words were completely meaningless. I wanted him and he knew it.

He pulled my face back to his. "We can." His lips found mine again as his hands wandered to my ass.

Fuck. I could feel his hardness pressed against me. It was almost like I needed him. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt truly needed. Wanted, yes, but needed? I could hear it in his voice. He didn't just want me, he needed me. Could I make his pain go away like he could mine? Is that what this was? For some crazy reason, we needed each other because no one else could want us with our masks on?

He grabbed my ass and I immediately lifted my thighs around him.

I couldn't even think straight when his hands were on me. Maybe I didn't feel the fire because of his gloves. But I didn't care. All I knew was that I felt safe. And I hadn't felt truly safe in ten years.

I had also never been more excited by anyone's touch before. Maybe I had just walked away from the love of my life. Maybe a part of me would always regret turning down Miles. But I didn't have to live forever in pain. I couldn't do that. I was already holding on to so much. Help me forget. Help me move on.

I was panting when I pulled my lips away from his. I put my hands on both sides of his masked face. There was no doubt that he had a strong jaw line. And his lips were heaven. But I wanted to truly see him. "Let me see you," I whispered against his lips.

He pulled my hands from his face and pr

essed the backs of them against the cold rock. "Feel me instead," his voice rumbled as he thrust himself deep inside of me.

Oh God. My fingers tightened around his.

"Fuck," he groaned into my mouth.

He was huge. All I could feel was the pressure of him pushing against all my walls. I thought the first time I did this on my own accord would be gentle and loving. But I knew deep down I could never have that. And maybe this was what I wanted. Raw. Rough. Passionate. Savage. Each thrust of his hips felt better than the last. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist.

It could have been naive, but I did feel love. He watched me. He protected me. That was love in its own twisted way. All I really knew was twisted. Because the first time I had truly given myself to someone, I wanted to fuck instead of make love. What was wrong with me?

But God, it felt so right. And each time he thrust into me, I felt the pain slipping away and bliss taking its place. He made me feel whole. He made me feel like my demons were smaller than they actually were. He made me feel so fucking alive.

"I can't stop thinking about you." His breath was hot against my neck.

"I don't want you to stop."

He groaned at my words. "Say you'll stay." He pulled out of me pressed the tip of his erection against me.

I watched his Adam's apple rise and then fall. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted all he'd give me. "I'll stay."

He thrust himself inside of me again, even harder.

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