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Our past was still burning in the flesh, festering in the eyes of my enemy.

And he was sent back to finish what had been left as an open wound.

That mother fucker. I'm prepared, I'm more than prepared.

I'm fucking ready to hand his ass to him.

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Cadence stood in the kitchen, fixing the handle of a broken mug. “Shit.” Her voice was soft, fingers rapidly tapping against each other.

“What'd you do?”

“Nothing...” Her hands kept clicking, rubbing together quickly.

“Doesn't sound like nothing.”

Turning to face me, her body slumped against the counter. “I glued my fingers.” Her voice was a whisper as she spoke into her chest.

Laughing, I said,“You what?”

“I glued my fingers.” Holding out her hand, she wiggled her fingers slightly, small bits of white paper poking off each tip.

Standing to walk towards her, I couldn't shake how fucking cute she looked right then. Her big belly was pressing against the middle of her dress, tits large and plump, spilling over the neckline. Cadence's hair was pulled back into a disheveled bun, loose strands framing her face, tickling her neck.

“Awe... You need some help?” Curling my lip down, I playfully gripped her fingers, picking at the broken paper.

Snapping her hand back, Cadence laughed. “No, not if you're going to make fun of me.”

Turning back to the counter, her head leaned down, exposing the back of her neck. The soft skin looked warm, tempting, easily attackable. Dipping in, I laid light kisses across her throat, gently lapping her taste.

I loved the way she tasted, every inch was sweet and memorable. A kiss landed right at the base of her skull, and I felt her shiver. Planting another behind her ear, her head lolled on reflex. “What are you doing?” Cadence's voice came out in a single breath, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

“I'm not doing anything.” Settling another kiss on the skin of her collarbone, goosebumps jumped up, rising like the peaks of mountains. My tongue danced up her throat, hand sliding into her hair.

“And I'm supposed to believe that?” Tilting her chin up, her eyes looked like glass, flirting and sexy.

“I don't know what you're trying to say.” Biting her earlobe, a gasp replaced her voice. Her body pushed back into my chest, lips parting with a heavy exhale.

Digging my nails into the roots, I tipped her head back, kissing her throat with demand. Her body rocked, wrapping a hand around my head, and digging her nails into my nape.

“Quinn.” Her voice was lost, hushed under the sexiest coos. “Fuck, Quinn.” Each nip of her body, each time my lips met her skin, she became weaker, using my frame to hold herself up.

I fucking loved this woman, and the reaction I caused deep within her. And for some reason, with her body having changed, our baby in her belly...

She was even sexier.

I didn't think it was possible for Cadence to get more beautiful, but she did.

“God, you're so fucking sexy. Say it again.” Holding her stomach, I reached around and squeezed her tit.

Cadence's eyes snapped shut, tongue running over her bottom lip before biting down. “Quinn.”

“Again.”

“Quinn.”

Biting her throat, I twirled my fingers deeper into her hair. “Louder.”