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“Ilivefor you.” I thrust inside her then, until my hips slap against the insides of her thighs, her hands flying to my back, scratching my barely healed wounds through the fabric of my shirt. The pain makes my balls draw up tight and I groan, my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

This won’t last long, but it’s just as intense as the first time I sank inside her, and I create a harsh pace, drawing my cock all the way out before plunging back inside. My fingers move to pinch her clit, my free hand still pressing down over her mouth to quiet her moans, and then she’s coming again, the slick walls of her pussy hugging my cock as it pulsates.

“Merde,” I mumble, tingles of pleasure racing through my limbs. My sack tightens and my vision dims, and I push myself in as far as I can go, pouring my cum into her as she spasms around my dick.

I collapse on top of her, trying to catch my breath as we both come back down from the high. And when we do, reason starts to filter back in. I sit back, running a hand through my hair and glancing around the sanctuary, making sure nobody came in.

Making sure nobody saw.

She makes me lose my mind.

I wait for the flush of guilt to creep over my skin, but it never comes. I feel more sure than ever that she is my future, even if it means walking away from everything else.

“Where’s Quinten?” I ask, slipping out of her and rezipping my pants. I move back toward her, helping her straighten her long skirt, and can’t resist pressing a kiss to the sliver of skin still visible on her stomach.

The idea of her leaving him with Parker, even though they live in the same place, makes me feel on edge. I find that I care for the boy, and anything happening to him sends a spark of unease down my spine.

“At our old place with Dalia for a ‘sleepover.’”

Relieved, I reach up, tangling my fingers in her hair. “Come back to my home for the night.”

She frowns, sadness whipping through her gaze, and my chest pulls, disappointment settling in even before she says her answer.

She shakes her head. “I can’t stay.”

I nod. “Just for a moment then.”

She hesitates but agrees, and I pull her up, helping her zip her coat back up and straightening her clothes before leading her out the door.

Chapter46

Amaya

IKNEW BETTER THAN TO COME HERE, BUT I couldn’t stay away. Cade’s words about killing for me were on a constant loop in my head, try as I might to erase them, so when Dalia offered to do a sleepover with Quinten, I took the chance.

It’s risky, coming out here, but Parker already said he wouldn’t be home until late, and I didn’t use Barney to drive me, just in case.

Still, I can feel the pressure of time closing in from every angle, even as I lie in Cade’s bed after he convinced me to come back to his cottage.

“I really have to go,” I say, hating that I’m breaking up the moment.

Cade lies next to me on his back, half-naked, having lost his shirt somewhere between the time we got home and when he had me laid out on his bed and his face planted between my legs. He sighs and rolls over, standing up and shaking his head.

My eyes follow him, wanting to drag him back. To tell him I didn’t mean it, even though we both know I did. The words die on the tip of my tongue as I stare at his back.

I can’t help the gasp that escapes, and I shoot up onto my knees, scrambling to the edge of the bed just as he turns around, his hand halfway through his hair.

My face must show my shock because confusion crosses his for just a moment before it drops into realization.

“Cade,” I start, my hand coming up to my mouth and my other one reaching out to touch him.

He jerks away, and I try to ignore the way it makes my heart crack.

“It’s nothing,” he snaps.

Slowly, I shake my head, willing the burn behind my eyes to disappear. “That’s not nothing, baby.”

I try again, reaching out and grabbing his forearm, and he doesn’t move away this time. His body is rigid and his jaw is tense, but he stands still and doesn’t fight when I prod him to turn back around.