Page 69 of Cinder (MC Fables #2)

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“Wow! What is this?”

It’s my first night away from the hospital, and when I walk into Lars’s bedroom, he has it lit with a hundred candles.

“It’s so beautiful,” I say, happiness weaving through the weariness in my body.

After seven nights of sleeping in a hospital chair, my body aches all over. Even in places I didn’t know existed.

“Let me take care of you,” he says, removing my jacket and putting my purse on the nightstand. He leans closer. “And I mean that in every sense of the word.”

It’s been seven days since he’s touched me, and I don’t care how tired my body is or how every bone aches with fatigue, I can’t wait for him to get me naked and touch me all over.

I kiss him. Deeply. Savoring the taste of him and the way my body ignites in response to his touch. But he groans and reluctantly breaks off the kiss.

“What’s happening?” I ask, surprised and confused. And hungry for my man.

“This will have to wait,” he says. “Or the water will get cold.”

He takes me by the hand and leads me to the ensuite bathroom, also lit by candlelight, and over to the bath filled with steaming warm water and bubbles.

“Oh God, that looks so good,” I say, exhausted.

Lars tenderly helps me undress. His fingers soothing. His breath soft as he steps around me, peeling my jeans down my legs, and helping me out of my underwear.

When I step into the bath and sink into the warm scented water, goosebumps spread across my body, and I close my eyes.

“Relax, Little Cinder,” he says, kneeling beside the bath. “And let me take care of you.”

His hand slides beneath the bubbles and between my legs.

And I close my eyes with a sigh.

He spoons me as we lay tangled in his sheets .

“I want to stay here forever,” I murmur. “Just like this.”

Wrapped in his body where I feel safe and warm and loved.

“Good, because I wasn’t going to let you leave anyway,” Lars says, against my shoulder.

For a moment we’re silent in the gentle golden light of his room.

Then Lars props himself up on one elbow, and his deep voice breaks into the silence.

“I didn’t think I wanted to meet anybody,” he says. I turn in his arms to look up at him. “But then I met you and I realized I was wrong. I was just waiting for the right woman to come along,”

“And that’s me, right?”

His handsome face breaks into a devastating smile.

“You know it.” His smile eases and he looks serious. He takes my hand in his and his fingers close around mine. “For me, this is forever.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want you, baby. I don’t want to just be your first, I want to be everyone and everything that follows. I find myself in a very strange predicament.”

“Which is?”

“I always said I’d never fall in love. But somehow it slipped past me and happened before I even realized. ”

“You’re in love with me?”

“Batshit crazy in love with you, Little Cinder.” He smiles and it’s the most beautiful smile in the world. But it fades as he asks, “Do you want me?”

God, I want this man more than I want air in my lungs.

“Will there only ever be me?” I ask, wanting to make sure we’re on the same page. “No more club girls? No more tasting the local cuisine when you’re out of town?”

“Baby, there’s only ever been you since you walked into my clubhouse. I don’t want anybody else. Ever. I want everything with you. Now put me out of my misery, are you going to be my old lady?”

My eyes widen.

He’s not just telling me he loves me.

He’s asking me to marry him.

“You want me to be your old lady?”

He runs his hand over my bare stomach. “And the mother of my babies.”

His hand inches lower and his fingers slide between my legs until he reaches that little bunch of nerves that burst into life beneath his touch.

I sigh and bite down on my lip.

He pushes a finger inside me, slowly in, and slowly out, brushing past my clit and making my body hum .

“Are you gonna answer me, or am I gonna have to torture it out of you?” His voice is thick with lust.

“If this is the torture then I’m here for it,” I say with a laugh, but then he moves swiftly, placing himself between my legs and thrusts his cock inside me, blasting the air from my lungs.

But he doesn’t move and my body aches for it, to feel him move inside me, to feel that friction rubbing up against my clit. I squirm beneath him just to feel his cock move. But he forces his hips deeper into mine and crushes me with the full weight of his body.

He takes my wrists and pins them above my head.

But still, he doesn’t move.

And it’s torture.

“Please…” I beg.

“Answer my question, and then I’ll move. Do you wanna be my old lady?”

I look up to the most beautiful blue eyes and feel a surge of love and sunshine move through me. This man brought the light into my darkness, and I don’t want to live another day without him. I’m just as batshit crazy in love with him.

“Baby, I can’t wait to be your old lady,” I say, unable to contain my smile.

He gives me a big smile. But when our eyes connect, he starts to move inside me, and his smile gives way to the rampant desire and love colliding inside of him .

He moves in and out, slowly, deeply, every stroke driving me toward unfathomable pleasure.

I grip the sheet beneath me and surrender to the blinding orgasm he delivers for the second time tonight.