Casing ??

Chapter 29

"Who says you can't?" He pulled on it, sending lighting bolts through my whole nervous system.

I started to think that no one really had sex every day, but then I remembered I'd live my life like I wanted to from now on, and said, "No one," hearing my own surprise as I looked down at him.

"Exactly." He smiled. "I'll gladly fuck you every day, princess, until death do us part."

"Please," I begged, feeling myself start to lose control of...everything. "I just want to live right now."

"Then live," he breathed, "live, love, and fuck."

"Yes," I agreed, nodding as the fire inside me grew bigger and bigger, threatening to explode with every move I made on top of him.

I moved my hands, placing them on his shoulders as I pushed him back towards the wall of the tub. My thighs burned, but I was so close. His hands moved to my hips, helping me lift myself up and push me down, making every thrust harder, faster.

His thumb moved down to my core, drawing tiny circles around my most sensitive point, and I heard him groaning in delight at my high-pitched response.

"That's it, Elina," he said, his voice so sultry and dark it fueled the fire even more. "You're killing me." He moaned in response to mine, his fingers digging into my hips.

"Am I?" I questioned, barely getting the words out through my ragged breaths and moans.

My body was shaking, and I was grateful for his hands as I started to lose control on top of him. He kept the same rhythm and pace I'd set, pushing up to meet me every time we lowered me down, sending small bits of ecstasy through me.

"Yes," he confirmed, his jaw clenching, "I can't hold it any longer."

He swore, pulling me down harder, his thumb pressing against me like his life depended on it, and I exploded around him in a cloud of emotions as he moaned my name. I think his name left my lips as well, as my muscles tensed again and again and again. My body was still on fire as he kept pushing up, and my muscles turned to nothing as he stilled.

Panting, I laid my head on his shoulder, and he held me against him as he leaned back. The steam from the water mixed with our sweat, and I couldn't help my giddy smile as I felt the soreness between my legs already.

"Same time tomorrow?" James' teasing voice brought me back to the present, and I giggled.

"Yes, please," I replied, putting my arms around his neck. "If I'm not broken."

"I'll make sure you're not broken," he whispered against the side of my head, his lips meeting with the curve of my ear. "I'll give you the best care tonight."

My spine chilled at that promise, wondering and fantasizing already about what it could mean.

"I'm not sure I know what that entails," I said, my fingers finding one of his pectorals, drawing idle patterns around the black ink by the side of it.

His tattoos were scattered around, some of them hiding scars, others just there for decoration. And I loved them all. They weren't big, but that didn't matter—they were perfect for him. Small hints of the life he'd led, and the life he'd continue to live, with passion, love, danger and family written all over it.

A small part of me wanted that to include me, like he'd promised from the first week, but another part was scared. He was still a very dangerous man, even if his smile was of an angel, and his words were of a savior. I knew every part of his life, and what could happen if I let myself fall deeper into everything I'd once wanted to leave.