Page 122 of Trapped With You

His lips roamed down to my jaw and neck, leaving open-mouth kisses and love bites that made my toes curl and myeyes close as I panted. Every roll of his hips against mine was divine. My thong dampened and my clit throbbed. I wanted to surrender and let him do unholy things to my body. I wanted him to resuscitate me, make me come alive with his touch. I wanted him to leave his marks all over me so everyone knew we never stopped belonging to one another.

Cade’s mouth kissed up a path up to my ear, breathing in my scent like it was his oxygen, his hands travelling from my thighs to my breasts, shaping them over my knit bralette with rough squeezes. I moaned under my breath and clenched my legs around his waist, wantingmore.

“Do you know what it was like living without you for three months?” He licked the shell of my ear and bit my lobe. “It was torture, Ella.” He wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed, turning me breathless. “You tormented me, made me live without my heart, and now I want to fucking punish you for it.”

I watched him through a pleasure-curtained gaze. “So punish me.”

His nostrils flared. “What did you say?”

“Punish me for keeping myself away from you. Give me your pain and wrath. I can handle it.” I licked my lips for the taste of him. “I want it,mi corazón.”

Cade released a strangled noise and kissed me voraciously, my plea springing him into motion. He ripped my cropped leather jacket off my body and pushed up my bralette, taking a moment to slap my tits. I used to be self-conscious of my smaller breasts, but the way he groaned while worshipping them, like I was truly perfection, bled that insecurity out. Now he was showing his appreciation by licking, sucking, and tugging them between his teeth. “Fucking hell, I’ve missed these little tits. Missed the taste and the feel of them so much.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged, redirecting his face to my lips so Icould kiss him senseless. “Please don’t stop.”

“I want to put you on your knees and shove my cock deep inside your mouth until you cry pretty tears and moan like a bad girl,” he rasped, smoldering blue eyes hooded with desire. “You love having your face fucked, don’t you? I know it gets your pussy wet when I treat you like my personal fuckdoll.” His frantic fingers unbuttoned my high-waisted jeans as he pressed more dark promises against my swollen lips. “I’m going to do it all while praising and degrading you. And you’ll only beg for more, hm?” He pinched my nipples and slapped my ass. I moaned and nodded. “Yeah, I know you will, baby. If you promise to behave, I’ll even lick your pussy and have you screaming loud enough for every soul in here to know how gone you are for your princepin. You with me, Ella?”

I swayed at the imagery he spun like gold. I loved his dominance and ruthlessness in bed, and the way he always put me back together after shattering me into tiny little pieces.

It occurred to me that no matter how much time I spent fixing my broken insides, I was only ever whole in his presence.

Cade Killian Remington never stopped being the other half of me.

“Yes.” I trembled when his hand snuck into my thong. He found my clit and circled until I whimpered. “I’m with you, Cade.”

“You can’t unlove me, can you? Just like I can’t unlove you, Ella.”

He wanted to hear the three words. They tumbled around in my mouth. I wasn’t able to echo them. Something halted me, but I felt them irrevocably. “I…”

Cade read my face and it must have been enough for him. Next second, he was grabbing my jaw with one hand and my throat with the other, applying gentle pressure. I loved when he choked me lightly. “Undress me, my dirty little princess. Comeget what only I can give you.”

He moved back enough for me to slide down to my feet but still be pinned between him and the wall. I made quick work of his leather jacket—the fact that it was painted withProperty of Ximenaand he still wore it like a statement was swoon-worthy—and dropped it to the floor. A trinkling sound caught my attention. When I glanced down, I saw that two wrapped orange lollipops fell out of his pocket.

The same lollipops he gifted me every month in the form of a bouquet.

“How come you have these with you?” I frowned.

Cade didn’t meet my eyes. “I…I keep them with me because I miss you and in case we run into each other and…”

You take me back.

My heart twisted painfully. Why was that so incredibly sweet? And why did I feel like weeping? All our encounters from the past three months flooded my mind. I recalled how I continuously avoided and brushed him off, meanwhile he’d been carrying my favourite candy in his pockets on the off-chance that things changed between us.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” That soft edge returned to his deep voice and I almost wailed.

“You were right.” I inched my fingers under his black hoodie, slowly pushing it up his muscular torso. “Although I was never with anyone else, I did search for you in every single man I met. They were never you. No one can be you. You’re irreplaceable,querido.”

The masculine moan he released when I stroked his nipples caused another pulse of wetness to coat my thong. “Did you also feel lost…without me?”

“Of course I was lost without you.” I dragged off his hoodie and my knit bralette, throwing them over his leather jacket. “You’re my sanctuary, Cade.”

When I drank in his nakedness, I paused. Years of playing hockey and fighting in the ring roped his body with thick muscles. But now he seemed even more robust than when I last saw him. Furthermore, black and colourful ink swirled all over his skin, new tattoos that weren’t there before. Wanting a better look, I grabbed the candle from the table and brought it close to him.

The warm glow melted away the shadows and allowed me to clearly see the tattoo of a realistic wolf, menacing with black fur and amber eyes, inked on his right pectoral. I tentatively drew my palm over his right arm, where he boasted a sleeve. Phases of the moon at his shoulders bled into a combination of a lion, goddess-looking twins, and justice scales on his upper arm. My breath hitched in my throat when I understood it was in honour of my zodiac signs. My sun, my moon, and my rising. His forearm was covered in orange begonias and the depiction of Nemesis, who looked eerily like myself. His right knuckles were inked with roman numerals that stated my birthdate.

And on his ribs, a pair of familiar eyes stared back at me. It took me a second too long to realize they were mine. The same long lashes, the same sharp eyeliner, and the same blue and brown swirling in my right eye.

If it weren’t for the arm banded around my waist keeping me steady, I would have fallen to the ground in a puddle. “W-When did you get these?”