Page 86 of Scarred

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“For God’s sake,” I mutter in frustration. “I’ll be quiet. Just….” I whimper as he nudges in further. “Just fuck me,” I beg. “Please.”

His body stills at my words, and his fingers grip my hips tighter. I hear his breaths become more shallow and realize my begging turned him on.

“Please, Cayden,” I beg some more, giving him what he wants. “I need you to fuck me…hard,” I moan as his fingers sink deeper into my flesh. His body is rigid, and I feel the intense energy behind me just waiting to be unleashed.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “What are you doing to me?” He scrapes out.

I don’t have time to analyze the rawness and torment in his voice because he’s deep inside me on my next breath.

“Yesssss,” I moan, feeling every glorious inch of him.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he growls, pulling back and sinking into me again.

It’s all too much…I feel him everywhere as his body merges with mine. My breasts rub against the mat, and the sensation brings my body into overdrive. The restraints are tight against my wrists, only adding to my pleasure as I hand over complete control to the man above me.

He’s deeper than I ever thought possible, and my body greedily welcomes him in as I lift my hips to meet his hard thrusts. My core tightens, and a wave of pleasure rolls through my body as my walls squeeze him harder.

“Jesus,” he rasps. “So fucking good,” he pants.

His hand loosens his grip, and when I feel him rub my swollen clit with each demanding drive into me, I splinter into a million pieces as my orgasm rips through me on a violent wave.

I muffle my cry as my body constricts around him and surrenders.

His deep groan sends tremors through me as I feel him pulse deep inside on his release.

Our breaths are labored in the quietness of the room as I lie there spent and fully sated.

“Remind me to thank my coach for making me come here,” he says, still out of breath as he slowly pulls out of me. Looking over my shoulder, I watch him slide the condom off and tie it before pulling his shorts up and stuffing it in his pocket along with the wrapper.

“I don’t think this is what he had in mind when he signed you up,” I giggle. “I’m breaking all kinds of rules with you. Having sex during a private lesson is not something I do.”

He removes the bolster from under my hips and turns me over.

A smile plays on his lips as he reaches over me and unties my wrists.

“You’re not the only one breaking rules,” he murmurs, setting the strap aside and caging me in.

Now that my hands are free, I can’t help but touch him as I wind my arm around his neck and run my fingers through his damp hair at his nape.

His green eyes search mine, and I immediately get pulled in.

“What rules have you broken?” I whisper, needing to get a glimpse of anything that tells me this is more than just sex to him. I can’t be the only one feeling this connection.

Guilt flashes briefly across his eyes before he stuffs it down.

“Every single one of them,” he says quietly. “And that’s not even the worst part.”

“What's the worst part?”

My heart pounds in my chest as I feel him let me in a little bit more.

“I don’t regret it.” Pain and guilt weave their way through, and I tighten my grip on his hair. “I would break them for you all over again. How’s that for being fucked up?”

His humorless chuckle rings through the air, and when he tries to pull away, I don’t let him.

“It’s not fucked up, Cayden. Not even close,” I shake my head. “You’re healing…you’re living again. There’s nothing wrong with that.”