Page 80 of The Betrayal You Serve

"Lift up," I instruct, hooking her panties aside and sliding down a little so she can sink down on me. "Fuuuck," I groan as she does just that.

"Kane," she breathes as she grinds her hips when she's fully seated on my cock causing a small gasp to escape her.

Holding her hips to help her move, I sit back and watch her as she loses herself in this thing between us.

It's fucking electric and something tells me that it's always going to be the same.

I've never experienced this burning need with anyone else—and there have been a few. But even now, deep inside her, it's not enough. It's never enough. A lifetime won't be enough.

She keeps her pace fairly slow, and despite the fact I'm desperate to slam up into her, I let her have her moment, allow her to take from me exactly what she needs, hell knows that almost every other time she doesn't get a say.

Sliding her fingers into my hair, she tilts my head and brushes her lips against mine.

"We should have been doing this years ago," she confesses.

I've had similar thoughts over the past few weeks as this thing between us has grown but I've always come to one conclusion.

"The time wasn't right. If we never knew how bad it could be, how would we appreciate how good it is now."

Her entire body stops moving as she registers my words. Her head tilts to the side and a small smile plays on her lips.

"You might be onto something there."

"You're definitely on something," I say with a smirk, thrusting up into her.

"Fuck, you feel good," she moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

"Yeah? Allow me to make it even better."

I forget all about her having control, grip her hips so tight I'm sure it'll leave marks before thrusting up into her tight pussy and totally taking over everything until she's crying out my name loud enough for our neighbors to hear.

Her nails pierce my skin as she falls over the edge, her pussy clamping down on me so tightly that I have no choice but to fall over the edge with her and fill her with my seed.

Collapsing on me, she fights to get her breathing under control as I soften inside her.

"Let, are you okay with us not using condoms?" I ask, remembering how she freaked out about it in the past.

My question makes her tense and after a few seconds, she looks up at me with her lust-blown dark eyes and makes my world shift on its axis once again.

"Honestly—" She swallows nervously, I can only imagine what she's thinking. "It terrifies me. I never want to go through that again. But… this. Me and you. I don't want anything between us."

"Let," I breathe and hold her tighter to me. "I don't either, but if you need it to put your mind at ease… I'll do it. I'll do anything."

"We were really unlucky last time. I was on the pill, maybe it didn't work or maybe I screwed up taking it, I don't know, I can't remember but I'm on the shot now so no forgetting anything. If it were to happen again unexpectedly, we'd be really unlucky."

"Okay, if you're sure. I want you happy, Princess."

"I really appreciate you bringing it up, but the thought of not feeling you against me." Her voice cracks, showing just how much it means to her.

"Okay. Wanna come shower with me, then we're going out."

"Where are we going?"

"Surprise." Lifting her from my lap, I place her on her feet and swat her ass.

"You know," she says seductively. "My ass is still lacking your handprint."

A growl rumbles up my throat at the image that pops into my head at her words.