Page 61 of Prodigal Son

He paused and when she didn’t say anything, he said, “Don’t overthink it. Take whatever you want. We’re just two warm-blooded animals who find each other attractive.”

“I…”

He shoved his nose between her thighs and inhaled deeply, spearing her with a slow lick. “No use denying it. I can smell and taste your arousal. Be a brave girl, one who denies herself nothing when presented with an opportunity.” Rising on his knees, he stared down at her and stroked himself. “Do you want me inside of you, sweetness? Because I really want to get there.”

Her olive skin flushed and a smile trembled to her lips as her gaze skittered away.

Cain caught her chin with a delicate finger, his gaze holding her prisoner. “No need to be shy with me. The door’s there and you’re free to leave at any time. You just have to tell me what you want.”

“I… You know you’re attractive.”

“I know no such thing.” He pressed a teasing kiss on the soft curve of her stomach. “I find you fascinating and delectable.” He dragged his mouth upward and her heartbeat went wild.

“Oh, God.” She shut her eyes.

“I’ve been called worse,” he teased. Their bodies aligned and he held himself suspended, drawing out the intense anticipation to sink into her. “Why did you come back, Destiny?”

“I…I don’t know. I can’t remember.”

“Perhaps, I can help you.” He pressed a kiss to the curve of her throat where her pulse rapidly danced. “Just relax. Let’s see if anything comes back to you.”

He slid the tips of his fingers through her arousal and her head tipped back. The sweetest gasp escaped her throat as she arched into his touch.

“Be yourself with me, Destiny. Show me who you really are. Use me the way I intend to use you.” His tongue swiped over her speeding pulse as he parted her. Another gasp met his ear as he sank a finger into her heat.

Her body came alive under his touch, arching and sighing into every stroke. He could sense her desire, hear it in her moans, and taste it on her skin. He licked and nipped at her throat, fighting back his hunger.

Sinking his teeth into her as she came apart in his arms would be indescribable bliss, but he had to be careful. Without the power of compulsion, he mustn’t do anything out of the norm.

Her nails dug into the muscled flesh of his back and shoulders. He dragged his cock over her slick flesh, teasing and tormenting her until her body silently begged to be filled.

“Please,” she reached between them, curling her fingers around his solid length.

Every raw nerve soothed and he inwardly preened as she encased his hard cock in a tight fist. “That’s it. Take what you want.”

She rubbed her sex against him, stealing pleasure. His aching body swelled and wept for more. The scent of her arousal called to him and he lunged forward, sliding the swollen tip between her delicate folds, stabbing deep and holding her for a moment under his command. “You fit me so well.”

She whimpered at the intrusion, startled by his demanding length.

“Shh.” He kissed her throat and traced a hand over her hair as he whispered softly into her ear, “That’s all of me, sweetness. You can fit me just fine, but take a moment to adjust if you need one.”

Her breath came fast and her nails embedded in his skin. “It’s just…been a while.”

Seated deep inside of her, his cock pulsed. Her confession lent a sense of potency to his position. “How long?”

“Years.”

Surprised and pleased by such a revelation, his chest filled with a satisfied purr. Without compulsion, they were on equal ground. He wanted her to bend to his will—not because he commanded it, but because his powerful presence earned it. His autonomy had been slowly stripped away over the past few months, and he needed to take back a sense of authority. She could give him that.

Settling his weight on his knees, he hauled her closer to him, keeping his body deep within hers. She gasped and arched, her body malleable as if under his spell, yet she moved according to her own free will. He dragged his palms over her, cupping her breasts. Every inch of her was full and curvaceous, the body of a goddess.

He thrust into her, taking his time and driving her to the brink of madness with lust. Breathy cries filled the room as he pulled her closer, cradling her body to his and driving into her without restraint.

She spoke in foreign tongues, as he devoured every inch of her. His fingers traced where smooth rivulets of scars should have marked her arching back, but her skin had fully healed. That surprised him, but assured him she was fit and healthy again.

He thrust hard, driving into her with uncensored lust. He’d been deprived of true pleasure for too long. Wet with arousal, wild with unconstrained lust, she washed away his loneliness like a storm clears a drought.

Sinking deep inside of her, she shattered, her screams of pleasure crashing into the walls like black ocean waves break along the jettied coast. Her body writhed beneath his, nails scraping and teeth nipping. For the briefest moment, he no longer felt trapped. He was free.

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