Page 41 of Cinder (MC Fables #2)

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Sixty-two minutes later, I knock on Lars’s bedroom door, and when he opens it, my heart almost leaps out of my chest. Because for the last sixty-two minutes, all I’ve been able to think about is what is going to happen in this room.

He’s fully dressed, but he smells soapy and fresh like he’s just showered.

“Hi,” I say nervously.

He smiles, and it’s warm and sexy, and I can barely contain my nerves.

But he shatters my nervousness by pulling me to him and kissing me roughly as he closes the door behind us .

When he lets me go, my heart is beating like a drum. He places a hand on my chest to feel it beat against his palm. “You’re safe.”

I’m not na?ve, I know Lars would be capable of inflicting great pain, and I have no illusion that he doesn’t do that for the club. But it’s crazy because I feel nothing but safe when I am with him. I think he’d cut off his own hands before he’d ever hurt a woman.

He takes my hand and places it on his chest so I can feel his heartbeat. It’s racing as quickly as mine. “This is what you do to me when I’m around you.”

“But it’s not nerves,” I say.

He shakes his head. “No, it’s because being around you excites me.”

He bites his lower lip and looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world. He is a walking contradiction. Frightening and dangerous, but with a touch that feels safe and tender and so damn addictive.

“I’m going to take off your clothes now,” he says.

He reaches for my T-shirt and lifts it over my head and discards it on the floor. I try to cover myself with my arms, but he gently guides them down to my sides. “I want to see all of you. Every perfect inch.”

He undoes the button on my shorts, and I tremble as he lowers the zipper. This is the most exciting and terrifying moment of my life. He guides my shorts down my legs and helps me step out of them, so I am left in nothing but my bra and panties .

His eyes skim over my body with a seriousness I’ve never seen.

“Now it’s your turn,” he says. “Take off my clothes, Ella.”

I swallow thickly, because my mouth is suddenly dry, and reach for the hem of his T-shirt and lift it over his head. He helps me, because I’m not tall enough, and then lets the shirt fall to the floor. His muscular chest is nothing short of magnificent, every inch of his skin covered in ink.

“Now my belt.”

He wears a black belt with a silver buckle, and my fingers tremble as I undo it and pull it through the loops of his jeans.

“Lower the zipper, Ella.”

I’ve never undressed a man before. Never felt the excited heat radiating off such a powerful body. My body throbs with excitement and anticipation as I release the top button and lower his zipper and push down his jeans.

Left in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs, I see the thick outline of his cock in the front of them and feel the moisture pool between my legs.

His knuckles are gentle as they slide up my arms, and when he reaches my face, he cups my jaw, his eyes intense. He bends his head and kisses me tenderly, and I melt into him.

“Touch me,” he says against my lips.

When I hesitate, he takes my hand and guides it to the front of his boxer briefs.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” he whispers .

And I’m not.

I’ve felt him before. In the library on the first night we met.

But this is different.

Now there is an intimacy to it, and it excites and terrifies me. But I sigh against his lips when I feel him grow beneath my palm.

I want him so badly, my whole body is trembling.

“Feel what you do to me?” His mouth hovers over mine as he presses my hand harder against his cock. “This is all you, Ella.”

He drags his lips from my mouth, along my jaw and down to that sensitive spot beneath my ear. I moan and begin to massage his cock, wanting so desperately to feel it inside me.

He hisses in a rough breath. “That feels real good.”

His words are raspy, and goosebumps spread along my skin. I want to know how he sounds when he loses control. What he sounds like when he comes.

I’m so drunk on what his lips and tongue are doing, I don’t even notice him undo my bra until it joins the other items of clothing on the floor.

“Fuck, Ella. You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, his lust-heavy eyes sweeping over my naked breasts.

He kisses me again, like he can’t get enough. Like he wants me so badly he can barely stand it. And I melt further into him, addicted to being wanted .

“Lie down,” he says, breaking off the kiss. He walks me over to the bed, and I sink onto the mattress and look up at him.

He kneels before me and reaches for my panties, his eyes connecting with mine as he slowly pulls them down my legs.

“Perhaps I should take a shower—” I say, suddenly self-conscious.

“I want to taste you, Ella. All of you. Not soap. Not anything but you.”

He lowers his gaze, and his brows pull in, and I realize he’s seen it.

My scar.

When he looks up, I see the question in his eyes. What happened?

“Please don’t make me tell you,” I plead.

“Did someone do this to you?”

I look away. I don’t want to tell him. I don’t want this moment ruined because of Luca. For the past ten minutes, he didn’t exist. Now he’s back again, and I can’t stand it.

Stupid fucking scar. It’s a permanent reminder of him. Like he’s etched on my skin forever.

Exactly what he wanted.

“Not now. It’s a story for another time.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t press the subject. But I know I will have to tell him at some point.

“Scars are beautiful,” he says quietly. “They tell our story. ”

“Not this one,” I whisper. “Every time I see it, I’m reminded of something I wish I could forget.”

His jaw tightens. But he doesn’t break the spell by pushing for more information. “One of these days, you and I are going to talk about it.”

I nod. One day.

He lowers his lashes and leans in, his lips warm and reassuring, his tongue soft as he slowly works his way up the puckered skin.

Tears prick at the back of my eyes. Because I feel so exposed.

I hate my scar. I hate what it represents.

That Luca has control over my life, and I feel so powerless because of it.

But at the same time, my body reacts to the closeness of Lars and the sweet sensation of his tongue against my skin.

I don’t want him to stop at the top of my scar.

I want him to move higher. To push my thighs apart and?—

“ Oh ,” The moan escapes my lips without warning. Because this man is making me feel things I’ve never felt before.

But Lars doesn’t stop. He glides his tongue along the scar, inch by slow inch, his breath warm on my skin, his tongue velvety smooth.

His fingers follow his tongue. Slow, gentle fingers moving higher up my thigh.

I reach for his hair and bite down on my lip. “Mmmmm.” Another involuntary moan.

My pulse races, my breath quickening .

He slides his hand between my legs. I flinch because I’ve never felt a man there before, and when he slides one finger, and then a second finger inside me, I whimper and give in to the newness.

To the desire racing through me. To the pleasure his fingers bring me as he pushes them in and out of my body.

And I’m ready for them. If the sound of my wetness as he slides his fingers in and out, in and out is anything to go by.

He watches me, and I watch him back with lust-heavy eyes. Then his thumb finds my clit, and he begins to rub, and I drop my head back and moan.

It feels so good. Every push of his fingers inside me. Every stroke of his thumb across my clit.

The sweet tension begins to build, until I begin to throb beneath his touch.

I begin to squirm.

“Let go, Little Cinder.” His voice is rough. “Let me give you a new memory to think of whenever you see your scar.”

He can see what he is doing to me. Hear it every time he moves his fingers in and out of my drenched pussy.

He’s going to make me come. But I’ve never come in front of anyone before, and I feel self-conscious and afraid of letting go. It feels frightening. Not to mention awkward.

But with Lars I feel… safe .

“I want to watch you come,” he rasps, increasing the tempo of his thumb against my clit. “You can trust me, baby. I won’t let anything bad happen. ”

My toes begin to curl. I can feel it building in me. That rising swell of a wave. I moan wantonly, but I am beyond caring.

“That’s it, baby. You look so fucking hot.” Our eyes meet, and his are hooded and glazed, his face tight with lust. “Come for me, Little Firecracker.”

His thumb grinds into my clit and detonates the mother of all orgasms, and my body explodes with pleasure—raw, uninhibited pleasure—streaming into every limb.

“Oh God,” I cry out.

I close my eyes, and a bright flare of light bursts across the inside of my lids.

Lars chuckles. “God had nothing to do with that, baby, it was all me.”

He removes his fingers and one by one sucks them into his beautiful mouth.

Spellbound, I watch him, the throb between my legs telling me I am ready for anything more he has to give me.

He flashes me that wicked smile, and before I can process what is happening, I feel his breath on my skin and his tongue leisurely sliding through my wet pussy.

Oh. My. God.

I’ve never felt anything like it.

His warm breath. The soft velvety glides of his tongue. The shallow penetrations—Jesus, this feels so damn good.

Finger fucking me is one thing .

Eating my pussy is a whole new ball game.

I grip the edge of the bed and feel the swell of a new orgasm building deep within my core. It’s gathering speed. Surging forward and?—

“Oh God… Lars.” I grab his head and lift my hips to meet his tongue. “Oh fuck…”

The second orgasm crashes through me with devastating violence and heat and energy, making my toes curl and my legs stiffen, then eddies away slowly, leaving me dazed and high.

Lars looks up from between my thighs, his lips glistening, his eyes gleaming with wicked triumph.

High from coming twice, I lick my lips and chuckle, feeling hazy and content.

He rises to his feet, but I grab him by his hips. He grins, and I have a sudden and desperate need to see his cock. I want to feel the flesh beneath my palm. In my mouth. Pushing into my pussy.

I am ready.

Looking up at him, I say, “I want to see you. I want to taste you.”

Lust rolls through his expression.

But he doesn’t move. Just watches me with lust-heavy eyes as I lower his underwear down his hips.

I take a deep breath when I see his cock because damn . It’s thick and long and swings heavy between his thighs .

Lust sweeps through me as I bend my neck and take him in my mouth.

“Oh fuck…” Lars rasps, not expecting my mouth to close over the head and draw him in and down my throat.

Instinct takes over. Pure primal instinct as I suck and lick and enjoy his cock.

Lars’s hand clasps my head, his fingers digging in.

“Baby, there is nothing in this world that feels as good as your juicy little mouth sucking my cock.” His fingers grip my hair tighter and the sting is delicious. “That’s it, sweet girl, take it all.”

I suck and lick and swirl my tongue around every inch, taking my time torturing him with slow, wet strokes, then sucking him deeper into my throat.

He releases a deep growl, and it’s animalistic and desperate, and it sends bolts of lust and pride through me.

I’m making him growl. I’m making him weak at the knees, and it’s turning me on just as much.

He hisses in a rough breath, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Whoa, little one, I’m going to come if you keep doing this.”

“I want you to.” I flatten my tongue and brush it across the head as I look up at him and say, “I want you to come on my tongue.”

Red hot lust flashes across his face, and he fists my hair. “I love your filthy little mouth… ”

He gnashes his teeth and releases a heavy growl, and I see the jet of cum, and feel the thud of it on my tongue and lips, and I take it all.

He grips my hair, the sting of him twisting the roots only adding to the raw arousal throbbing through me.

When he’s done, I look up at him and wipe my hand across my mouth.

His expression darkens into pure carnal desire.

“You are fucking amazing,” he says, affection shining in his eyes.

I smile up at him, feeling happy.

He reaches for my chin. “Lie back, Little Cinder. I’m about to blow your fucking mind.”

I do as he says, and he drops to his knees and buries his face in my pussy again.

He didn’t lie.

He does things with his tongue that makes my body react in ways I didn’t know was possible, and orgasm number three almost sends me blind with pleasure.

Mind. Officially. Blown.