Page 49 of Marriage Bargain With Her Brazilian Boss (Billion-Dollar Fairy Tales)

Arching up, she rubbed herself against his chest. Touched him everywhere, whispering to him that she wanted all of him. And then with one merciless thrust, he penetrated her so deep that he was a part of her.

The pain was intense, cleaving through her pelvis, but fled as fast as it came. She gasped in air through her mouth, willing herself to breathe through it. Eyes closed, fingers digging into his shoulder, she tried not to betray her shaking. Not to give in to fear and push him off.

“I’m sorry, Nush,” Caio breathed out. “Taking longer would only prolong the pain.”

A drop of sweat hitting her shoulder made her look up. Golden eyes darkened impossibly, his jaw was so tight that a muscle jumped violently in his cheek. The regret in his eyes was like a balm to the pain that was already fleeting. Giving way to an achy fullness that she wanted to explore.

Nush clasped his cheek, pushed up and kissed him. Even the little movement made her gasp, her pelvic muscles clenching and releasing in an instinctive reaction. “I know,” she said, rubbing her cheek against his like a cat.

“Don’t, Anushka,” he gritted out as a warning making her giggle. “Let me catch my breath.”

His lips were soft and gentle, a sizzling contrast to the impossible hardness of him inside her. Wrapping her legs higher on his hips, Nush clung to him with one arm around his back. “It’s almost gone, Caio.”

He licked into her mouth with a groan. “That was the worst, Princesa. I’ll make it better and better every time.”

“I know.” She stretched as he drew a line of kisses down her throat, wondering if it would ever stop feeling so new, so fervent. If she’d ever have enough of him. “Hey Caio?”

“Yes, Nush?”

“Do you think we can be ambitious enough to try and make me come again?”

He laughed, just as she’d intended and Nush fell in love with him all over again.

He was hers, irrevocably, and the simple fact terrorized her as much as it made her want to fly.

Her laughter and her wanton request were as arousing as the tight clutch of her sex. It had taken everything Caio had and more to be gentle when her wet heat had begun swallowing him with the same greediness that Nush showed in her words.

Sex was all he’d ever known but with Nush, it was making love, as much as he wanted to deny it. In this, he yielded the fight with grace.

This woman he’d married for all the wrong reasons demanded to be made love to, so he did it. Showing her with his mouth and fingers and his kisses and caresses that she was already invaluable to him. Making love to her because it was the only thing he could give her.

Not for a second did he forget the utter disbelief and horror in her eyes when he’d told her about his intentions for his father’s company. If it could even be called that anymore.

But how could he stop now? How could he have any peace if he didn’t see this through? How he could start a new chapter of his life with Nush if he didn’t destroy the ugly pain and ache he’d stored up as if it were life-giving elixir?

If he didn’t burn it all down and start afresh—the humiliation he’d suffered at Carlos’s cruel taunts, the pain he’d suffered at his bullying son Enzo’s fists, the agony of knowing that his mother had no strength to defy the man she’d married in haste, not even to protect Caio, the shattering of his heart when he realized she’d simply cast him out to protect her other sons, the loneliness, the pain of being ripped from the only home he’d ever known, of losing his father’s legacy... He had to burn all the pain and bitterness away. Only then Nush could have what little was left of him fully, without those demons haunting him. Without the need for revenge hollowing him out. Only then could he break free and build a future she’d brought to shape.

She’d always known him as this hard shell of a man. She’d picked him, had chosen to tie her life with his, knowing this was all he could give her. She’d confessed her love for him, knowing he wouldn’t return it, he reminded himself.

No, his path was made.

It was only her easy declaration that had shaken him. That had planted all these doubts in his head.

“Caio?”

“Yes,querida?”

“Are you...is everything okay?”

He looked down and his heart ached at the picture she made. Wide eyes that demanded all his secrets, wavy hair spread out behind her, silky skin sweat dampened, mouth glistening pink...she was his every fantasy come true. “Yes. It’s more than okay, Nush. You, me, this... It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined.”

She smiled then and it felt like basking in the warmth of a sun after a long, dark winter. “It doesn’t hurt that much anymore. Can you...? Can we...?” She gave an experimental thrust of her hips and fire rippled down his spine, pooling low.

He groaned, licked the drop of sweat dripping down the valley between her breasts.

Pushing away any other doubts that threatened to mar the sheer bliss of this moment for her and him, he kissed her gently.

Just a few more days and he would be...ready for this. Fully ready. Fully free.

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