Page 46 of Desperate Temptations

J essa raised an arm and curled it around his muscular neck.

“Make love to me, Cain. Please?”

“Oh, Jessa, Honey...”

“Please,” her voice almost desperate.

He didn’t need to hear her ask again, because he needed to be a part of her as much as she needed him.

He laid her on the bed and followed her down.

As he kissed her almost desperately, he touched as much of her as he could reach without releasing her.

They both groaned when he speared two fingers into her tight, juicy cunt.

He finger-fucked her until she withered beneath him.

He couldn’t get the image of what happened today out of his mind. The vision would forever be imprinted in his memory. They could have lost each other today. The thought brought tears to his own eyes.

He couldn’t take it another moment. He made a place for himself at the notch of her thighs, immediately pressing in, pushing until he had his cock in her to the hilt, and continuously watched her face for any discomfort.

Cain felt her body quiver with desire as he tilted her hips and pulled her toward him with his arms. He surrounded her, one hand going under her bottom to hold her pressed against him. The other held her head, connecting with her through his eyes as well as his body.

She was gorgeous, her wet hair in disarray, soaking in the pillow, her lips swollen and face flushed from passion and all the crying she had done.

The craving in her eyes was drowning him in desire, pulling him deeper.

She had become an essential part of his life, everything that was good in his world.

Cain thrust into her, faster and faster, pushing Jessa toward climax, but he could tell she was fighting it for some reason.

“I need more, Cain.”

He could tell she looked confused, but he understood what she was asking for. She needed a pinch of pain to get through the haze of terror she’d just gone through to be able to feel the pleasure he was giving her.

He pulled out of her and raised her legs. “Tell me if you feel any pain.”

She nodded and gripped his arms. She clung to him, never taking her eyes off him as he started to penetrate her ass.

He saw the tears that continued seeping out of the corners of her eyes, dripping onto her hair and the pillow beneath her head, but he knew none of it was from the discomfort of his penetration.

When he had shoved his whole cock into her, he used his thumb to wipe the tears, bending and licking the others, before fusing his mouth tightly against hers, pushing his tongue deep, tasting her sweetness.

Her eyes closed, and her body tightened under him. Her hips raised and pumped against his, showing him how desperate she’d become.

Jessa tore her mouth from his, screaming as she orgasmed.

His groan followed, his hips pounding against hers and his cock piercing the very depths of her ass. When he came down, he gathered her and turned, making sure he stayed inside her, not wanting to be apart from her yet. He pushed her long, tangled hair off her face.

“How are you doing?”

Jessa looked up at him and tried to smile. She lightly scored her fingernails against his back, knowing he liked when she did that.

“I’m going to be okay, Cain. I know it will take me a while to come to terms with the fact that I took a life, but I will. It doesn’t matter if he was a scumbag.”

He chuckled tiredly.

“You’re right, he was a scumbag.” He bent to kiss the tip of her nose. “It will take some time, but you’re strong, and we’ve got each other.” Cain tipped her chin up because he needed to have all her attention.

He cleared his throat.

“Jessa, there are some things I need to tell you, and you probably aren’t going to like it, but I’d do it again. I put a tracking device in your purse, just in case something like today happened.”

He studied her expression and continued when she just watched him, subdued.

“I know I probably overstepped, but I’m glad I did it.

I arrived at the building shortly after you did because of the tracker.

I was upstairs watching everything, ready to take out every man in the place if I had to.

I wanted to wait for backup because it was safer for you, but if one of them tried to harm you, I was there and ready to wipe him from the face of the earth. ”

He didn’t know how she would take what he was going to tell her next. He knew he was piling a lot on her, but he wanted to be the one to inform her, rather than have her hear it from someone else at the station.

“I killed several of them after you shot Martinez.”

Her eyes closed.

“Jessa?”

She refocused on him.

“That’s why they need my statement, too. Because I was there.”

Jessa stared wide-eyed, trying to wrap her head around what he was saying.

“You were there?” At his nod, her eyes teared up again. “Did you hear everything they said? That Gary is the one who killed Drew?”

He rubbed circles on her back, hating to see her hurting like this. He wanted to kill Gary for hurting her, putting her in danger, and killing his good friend. He knew the whole city was looking for the bastard.

“I heard most of it, yes.”

She wiped a tear away and stammered.

“Did you hear how they were all going to rape me ... a-and then sell me? I was going to k-kill myself before they could touch me. I couldn’t allow anyone else, but y-you to ever touch me.”

He clenched his teeth and bowed his head to hide his expression. The force of rage running through him would scare her if he didn’t calm down. She didn’t need to see any more violence that night. He cleared his throat, running a hand down her back, trying to soothe her.

“Yes, I heard what they were saying, but no way was that ever going to happen. I’d kill a hundred men to prevent that from happening. I just wish you had known I was there for you, so you weren’t as afraid.”

She tucked her head under his chin.

“Me too, Cain,” she whispered. They lay quietly together, just holding each other.

Cain roused. “We need to take another shower and get to the station. The sooner we get there, the sooner we’ll get home and back in bed.”