Page 49 of Cinder (MC Fables #2)

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We kiss in the soft glow of my bedroom. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and mine settle on her waist, pulling her closer until there’s not a breath between us. The world fades. No club. No blood on my hands. No past. Just her and me and this perfect moment in the golden light.

A soft moan slips from her throat, and it ruins me, cracks something open I didn’t know I still had left.

I kiss her harder, slower, like I’m pouring every word I don’t know how to say into her mouth. I love you. I’m yours. I want this. This and so much more .

Her hands slide under my shirt, desperate now, and I lift her into me like she weighs nothing. Our bodies close, her thighs wrapping around me, heat blooming between us like wildfire.

I carry her to the bed without breaking the kiss and lay her down.

I slowly remove her clothes, my eyes glittering over every perfect inch of her.

Then I join her, skin to skin, heart to heart.

And when I sink into her, it’s not just about the pleasure, or the way my eyes roll to the back of my head at the euphoria, it’s about knowing without a doubt I have found the other half of my heart.

Her body wraps around me, warm and trembling, and I’m so far gone, I don’t know where I end and she begins. I kiss her like I need it to breathe, slow and deep, as my hips slowly rock into her.

I close my eyes and see her belly growing with my baby.

Oh God…

The thought brings me to the brink.

I imagine running my hands over her belly, feeling the roundness, her lips curved in that sleepy smile she only gives me.

And fuck, it unravels me. I move into her harder, my strokes slower, deeper, like I’m already trying to make it real. Because this isn’t just sex. Not anymore. This is worship. This is love. This is everything.

I bury my face in her neck as I bury myself deep in her core, needing her to feel it—what she’s doing to me. What we are. What we could be.

I can’t hold back .

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I moan against her throat. “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”

She sighs, and I continue to drive into her. Bringing her to the edge and watching her fall as she comes around my cock.

I can’t take it anymore.

I let go.

And moaning promises I plan on keeping, I bury my face in her neck and let myself get swept away.

I’ve had a lot of favorite things in my life.

Riding down a long stretch of highway.

The soft touch of a woman.

Spilling the blood of evil men.

But when I look down at Ella lying beside me, I decide this is my new favorite thing in the entire fucking world.

Nothing compares to holding her in my arms after making her moan my name and her soaked pussy clench around my cock. Her soft body melted into me. Her gentle breaths skating across my skin. Our legs entangled. My body wrapped around her.

It makes me realize I’ve never known contentment before now.

That this could be everything.

Her and me .

I brush a strand of hair from her face and enjoy the sparkle of her eyes as she looks up at me. I can feel the affection in her gaze, and it hits me right in the middle of my heart.

I can’t deny Ella is changing everything.

Making me hope for things I’d given up on long ago.

Something is happening between us. Something I want to protect.

And the only way I can protect it is if I tell her who I am. So that further on down the line, she doesn’t find out who that is and leave me.

She needs to know me.

Who I am.

And in order to do that, she needs to know my past.

For the first time in my life, I realize I want to share it all with someone.

With her.

The now.

The future.

And the past.

I want her to know who I am.

And lacing my fingers through hers, I decide to tell her who that is.