Page 129 of Scarred

She may have succeeded in being the one in control right now…

But I still want it back.

“Make no mistake, little moon,” I grin, grabbing her hips and pulling her down to where she’s lying on her back. “I’m still in control.”

I spread her legs wide and tease her with the tip of my cock until I feel her soak my skin. “That little toy of yours will never be able to make you feel this.”

I thrust into her hard and silence her cry with a kiss. Her body stretches around me as I settle deep inside.

My lips suddenly become less urgent as I slow down and enjoy the feel of her underneath me. I’ve been avoiding this. Not because I didn’t want it…because I wanted it too much.

It’s easier to hide when I don’t have to look her in the eyes. Easier to pretend this is just physical when I don’t have her staring back at me like she sees every broken piece I’ve spent years trying to bury.

This is different.

I’m not hiding in the dark or keeping a part of me locked away where she can’t see it.

This is looking into her eyes and knowing she can see everything I’m too afraid to say.

It’s showing her everything I feel.

Her legs wrap around my waist, locking us together as our bodies find a rhythm only we can dance to.

Lacing my fingers with hers, I hold her hand above her head and palm her breast, squeezing hard before tugging her nipple.

She moans as I continue to touch and explore her body, as I bury myself deeper inside her with every thrust of my hips.

I feel her hand grab my ass, digging her nails into my skin as her body eagerly lifts to meet mine.

“Cayden…” she whimpers softly as her head tilts back in pleasure, exposing her neck to me.

My hand clasps around it, and I feel the steady beat of her pulse as I slightly squeeze as her lips part on a moan.

Watching her surrender to me is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen and one I have every intention of seeing again and again.

When I feel her walls start to tighten, my thrusts become more demanding….my need to have her becomes more urgent.

She cries out as her body explodes around me, squeezing my cock so hard that I almost black out.

I thrust hard inside before my body soon follows, spilling into her with an uncontrolled force that has me growling her name with my release as I bury my face in her hair.

She’s trembling beneath me, our bodies locked together in a tight hold, neither one of us wanting to break the connection.

Her arms wrap around me, and I feel her fingers slide into my hair as she cradles me against her body.

I’m too afraid to move…too afraid to speak.

Because I know what I’ll find in her eyes if I were to look at her now, and I wouldn’t be able to stop the words that desperately want to come out.

I know what love feels like.

I’m not talking about a love between a father and a daughter. That’s a different kind of love.

I’m talking about the soul-crushing love that completely consumes you.

The kind that can make you feel invincible but has the power to break you when it’s gone.

I never thought I would feel it again. Never thought it was possible to have one, let alone two, in one lifetime.