Page 42 of Cinder (MC Fables #2)

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Ella sits at the end of my bed wearing my Knights of St. Boniface hoodie as she eats an apple.

So far this afternoon, we’ve given each other a lot of pleasure with our tongues.

We’ve kissed and touched and stroked, and she’s driven me wild with her sweet little moans and the softness of her silky body against mine.

But I haven’t taken her virginity yet.

I’m taking care of her first.

Making her eat.

Making her hydrate.

Making her feel safe.

I can’t give her moonlight and roses.

But I can give her this.

I lie with my head on the pillows, watching her eat. Loving the way she seems at ease around me, as if she belongs in this room as much everything else in here.

Her gaze drifts to the sword on the wall beside my bed.

“Wow, that is amazing,” she says, climbing off the bed and walking over to get a better look at it.

It is a long broadsword. Hundreds of years old.

Used by my Viking forefathers in battle.

It’s been handed down the family line and used by each Andersson warrior.

My grandfather used it to take the life of a man who liked to hurt children.

My father used it to sever the head of the man responsible for setting a fire at a carnival that killed seventeen people.

I have yet to use it.

But I don’t doubt there will be a day I get to.

I come up behind her. “It’s centuries old.”

“It’s beautiful,” she whispers. “Can I touch it?”

“Go ahead,” I say, enjoying her fascination.

She reaches out and runs her finger along the blood groove of the blade, then traces it over the symbols etched into the pommel .

There is something beautiful in the way she touches it, the way she is mesmerized by it.

I drop my lips to her shoulder and feel her shiver.

“Is it true they used to name their swords?” she asks, not removing her gaze from it.

I slide my hands around her hips and run my fingers over her stomach, then up to her breasts, feeling her nipples tighten beneath my palms. “Yes.”

“Does this one have a name?”

I bring my lips to her ear. “Hellbringer.”

My hands drift down her body, and one slides between her legs.

“Hellbringer.” She bites down on her cushiony lip. “I like that name.”

She sighs when I begin to rub her clit slowly and softens against me.

She’s wet. Still aroused from before. And now a new wave is beginning to build between her legs.

My finger slides inside her, and she groans, arching her back against me.

I turn her around and lift the hoodie over her head, discarding it as I lift her up and carry her back to the bed.

I’m so damn hard, it feels like I could punch holes in the walls .

I lay her down and crawl over her, taking one tight nipple in my mouth to suck and lick and kiss until she’s arching her back again. And then I do the same to the other until she’s moaning my name.

Oh God, this is going to kill me.

Hearing her moan.

Feeling her silky body writhe beneath me.

She looks up at me from the pillows, her face flushed, her eyes glazed.

I can’t hold back.

Reaching for the nightstand, I remove a condom from the drawer and rip it open. Ella watches me slide the latex over my length with hungry eyes.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

She nods, and I take my cock in my hand and guide it between her legs.

She’s so soft.

So wet.

I rub the engorged head through her wetness, circling her clit and barely holding back from entering her.

Her plush lips part. “Fuck me,” she whispers.

“Baby, I need to take this slow,” I say.

“But I want all of you… please . ”

God, this is fucking torture. She squirms and moans, gripping the sheets beneath her.

I want to make her come again. Not just because she looks so damn beautiful when she does, but because I want her soft and supple and ready to take me.

I’ve never taken someone’s virginity before, and what she is giving me is not lost on me, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to ease her pain any way I know how.

Biting back the need to be inside her, I press the head of my cock harder against her clit and grind circles on and around it, swirling, rubbing, teasing , and she detonates beneath me.

She arches her back, and her body stiffens as her orgasm consumes her. “Lars…” she cries, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

I lean down to kiss her, capturing her lips and drinking in her moans. My heart pounds, and my body strains with desperation. It feels too good. But I’m not going to rush this moment.

“Are you ready, Little Cinder?”

I’ll take it slow.

Be gentle.

I smooth her hair from her face and kiss her gently.

And very slowly I push the head of my cock into her.

She whimpers and grips my biceps.

“Is that okay, baby?” I ask against her lips, fighting the need to bury myself deeper. Because goddamn, I’ve never felt anything as sweet as this. It’s like she was made for me, every perfect inch.

“Give me more,” she whispers.

Very slowly, I inch in further.

“More…” she moans.

I sink in deeper, inch by slow inch, until she breaks, and I am buried deep in her sweet pussy.

Not moving, I drop my forehead to hers and swallow thickly. I’m trying to understand the emotion coursing through me. The rapid pounding of my heart. The quickening in my veins.

Ella wraps her arms around me, and I close my eyes and savor what is happening.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper between us.

She clenches around me, and my instincts take over.

I begin to move in and out of her, taking it easy despite my body pleading me to drive in harder and faster.

But something is happening here. Something I’ve never experienced before.

Emotions crash around me, growing stronger with every shallow rock of my hips into her.

Her whimpers are my personal catnip, and no sooner has one escaped her lips than I want to hear another.

I push up on my knuckles to watch my cock disappear in and out of her pussy, and the vision almost pushes me over the edge.

She looks up at me from the pillows, her cheeks pink, her eyes glazed, her body sprawled beneath me all creamy and smooth.

Dear God, where did she come from, because she is fucking perfect.

She licks her lips and pulls her knees up, and the move pulls me in deeper, her pussy tightening around my cock so I couldn’t be more snug.

A sweet heat spreads through me, and I know I’m done for with this woman.

“Oh, God, Ella…” I blanket her body and bury my face in her shoulder.

I’m not sure I can hold off. This feels too damn good.

I lift my head, and our eyes connect, and I can see the affection in hers, and it’s all I can take.

My orgasm is like a bomb ripping me apart and leaving me in pieces.

It takes me so high, I see stars before falling back to her again.

Goddamn.

I have to take a moment to come back to myself.

To control my pounding heart.

To make sense of the foreign emotion surging through me.

I take her face in my palms and brush my lips to hers, absorbing the perfection in the moment.

“Did I hurt you?”

She smiles. “It hurt, but it was worth it.”

When she bites her lip, my cock stirs. I want to make love to her again. Over and over. Until we’re both so exhausted we can’t walk. But it will have to wait. She’ll be sensitive and sore, and I don’t want to hurt her.

I want to take care of her .

Easing out of her, I head to the bathroom and dispose of the condom. Grabbing a washcloth from the cupboard, I run water over it and return to the room. But walking back in, I pause in the doorway to take in how beautiful Ella looks sprawled on my bed. Naked and soft, and perfect.

My cock sways heavily between my legs, liking the view. But it’s nothing compared to what my wildly beating heart is doing in my chest.

Crawling onto the bed, I press the washcloth gently against her soaked pussy. She hisses in a soft breath but smiles as I wipe away the small amount of blood and tenderly clean her perfect pink pussy.

And all the while there is only one word beating along with my heartbeat.

Mine .