Page 31 of Forging Caine

She broke from the kiss enough to whisper, “Tallest building in Brenton, right?”

“It is.”

“No one can see us up here?” One of her hands left my hair and reached between us, undoing my belt.

Need, hot and urgent, flooded my groin and I hardened underneath her. My thumb stroked her clit while my fingers teased at her entrance. “Not unless you’re right by the edge.”

She undid the button on my pants. Squirmed against my hand as she slid my zipper down. Eased my underwear out of the way until she could wrap a hand around my shaft. “Today has been a wild ride.”

I slipped one finger inside of her, reveling in her tightness. Of the sight of her eyes fluttering closed and her chest heaving as I explored inside her. “I think it’s about to get much wilder.”

“Don’t say that.” She stroked my cock, her stunning green eyes re-opening to lock on mine. “Tonight, I want quiet. I want us. Nothing else in the world.”

I let out a low groan. This was more of what I’d hoped for on my return. It had only been three weeks since we’d last made love, but my body reacted like it had been months. “I need you.”

She lifted on her knees and I withdrew my fingers from inside her, holding her lacy fabric out of the way. When she lowered herself down onto me, her walls stretching around me, my heart burst into pieces.

The small circles she made with her hips had me near to the edge in minutes. But more than that, it was the way her gaze stayed on mine. She didn’t lean in to kiss me, didn’t rip open my shirt, just watched me as she barely moved.

How lucky was I to have this incredible creature as mine? My fiancée. The woman I’d marry and grow old with. Have a family with. “I love you.”

“You’ve changed everything, Antonio.” She sucked in a quick breath and rose before descending slowly. So slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. “When I knew what was in Dad’s letter, all I wanted was you.”

My hips rose, needing more of her. Needing all of her. I slid her blouse out of her skirt, undoing buttons as she undid mine. Once it was open, I hauled her bra out of the way and took one nipple inside my mouth, sucking and lapping at it. She gasped, reaching for the back of the sofa with one hand, pressing my head against her chest with the other.

Our speed increased, her hips falling harder against me, and I looked up at her to watch her pleasure. She was magnificent, the way her small breasts bounced with each thrust, and the loose strands from her bun danced in the tiny lights.

I was about to explode. With a groan, I said, “I’m not sure how much of this I can take.”

She stopped, breathing so hard and deep I could feel each one inside of her. Her hands clamped on the sides of my face, and she squeezed her eyes shut, wrinkling her nose. “I love you more than I’ve loved anyone else my entire life. You’re everything to me. No matter what happens, never forget that.”

There were too many thoughts still in her head. Too much thinking about her father, her parents, her past, and about Corsican smugglers. Time to fix that.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pivoted us so quickly she yelped. We landed with her back on the sofa and me between her legs. “Enough words, chatterbox.”

Her eyes flared open as I thrust inside her. Hard. Fast. Needing to consume every inch of her. Purging her brain of all her doubts and worries.

My climax built in the fiery heat, but I held back until her back bowed and she gasped my name.

“Antonio! Oh my god, Antonio!”

“Let go,” I grunted, lowing my mouth to her ear to lick the edge, the way she liked.

“Oh god,” she breathed. “Yes, please. Yes!”

I pumped furiously and she clutched at my shirt, pulling me closer as her hips lifted to meet me. I grabbed under her ass, angling her so I hit just the right spot and she bucked.

Her neck stretched and I pushed up on one arm to watch the orgasm wrack her body. All her muscles contracted, including the tiny ones surrounding my cock, and my release followed hers.

I poured myself into her, the greatest relief of my life. She wouldn’t leave me. No. Instead, she would marry me and be by my side forever. I collapsed against her, putting some weight on my arm to not crush her.

We remained like that for what felt like an hour, still connected, simply breathing together. I let one hand fall to her chest, over her heart, which beat even faster than mine.

“Ooh, wow,” she whispered after a few minutes had passed. “Engaged sex is pretty good.”

I spluttered a laugh and pushed up to look at her. “Distracted yet?”

One of her arms had fallen across her eyes. “Pretty shitty distraction, if you keep reminding me of it.”

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