Page 162 of Trapped With You

With our vow floating in the air, he led me through the penthouse, showing me every corner of the place. Was this truly happening? Did he really buy us our own home? My excitement ramped up seeing each new room, appliance, and feature. For a girl who loved to cook and eat, the kitchen was a wet dream. And for a girl who loved art, the studio he built me upstairs nearly had me weeping.

“Now you’ll have more room to create and fulfill orders for your online store.” He proudly gestured to the work table and the shelves filled with all sorts of paints, yarns, threads, and tools.

God, I loved this man. I smothered his dimples with kisses until the only sound ringing in the penthouse was his infectious laugh.

“We’re going to christen every inch of this place,” I announced as he dragged me down the hallway of the second floor, towards what I presumed was our bedroom.

“Sounds like a plan, Ellie.”

The bedroom was straight out of my fantasies, housing a canopy-style California king-sized bed, dark colours paired beautifully with pastels, an en suite housing an incredible jacuzzi, and an enormous balcony encased by a stone balustrade.

I loved everything about it.

I touched the cold glass window, staring at the night view, made even more beautiful when Cade’s reflection entered the picture.

His arms went around my waist and he tucked his chin in the crook of my neck. “What do you think?”

“It’s amazing, Cade. I love it.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”

My attention was diverted to the crystals strategically laid out on the floor next to the windows. “What are these doing here?”

“You left them at my place months ago.” He kissed my nape. “Tonight’s a new moon. I wanted to charge them for you.”

There I went, falling deeper in love with this man.

Such a simple gesture but so meaningful.

I stared at his reflection, noting the hunger in his eyes. The lust sketched in the lines of his face. The desire coursing through his body and seeping into me slowly like an aphrodisiac. I trembled with the need to become one with him.

“I know we have a lot to talk about.” I whirled around to face him, placing my hands on his muscular chest. “But there’s only one thing on my mind right now.”

“Mine too.” He grasped my face and leaned down, planting little kisses along my jaw until he reached my earlobe. “I want to make love to you,mi vida.”

I moaned, holding on to the crooks of his elbow. “Yes.”

“I want to touch every inch of your body. I want to leave my imprint all over your heart,” Cade whispered, his voice raspy like smoke and sin. “I want to sink so deep inside of your soul until all you see and feel is me, Ella.”

“Please,mi amor,” I begged. “I want that too.”

We were never leaving each other ever again.

“Are you going to be a slut for me tonight?” He caressed his lips along the shell of my ear. “Are you going to show me how much you’ve missed me, baby?”

There he was.

My princepin. My gangster. My bad boy.

Shivers cascaded down my spine as he layered kisses down the column of my throat. “Y-Yes. I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

“Good girl.” His dark smirk, filled with naughty promises, stamped over my pulse, feeling it beat madly for him. “Now take off your dress for me.”

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Moonlit Goddess

Cade