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“My leg won’t stop me from having my fun with you, Kitten.”

“You are the worst patient,” I breathe out, and he chuckles. Climbing a cliff and an erotic chase all in the same day. His leg must be in pain.

“And you’re the best doctor.” Cain delivers harsh, ravenous kisses, and I return them with matching energy.

The last time we kissed, I thought he might die…

Cain reaches down, and I hear the click of his knife, the slicing of fabric, then the clang of the knife as it drops to the floor. I’ve fixed it once already; I will fix it again… His belt clicks, then he shoves his pants down around his ankles. Cain rolls his hips, his hard cock pressing against me, making the throbbing worse. And he’s… Ribbed?

“Cain, w-what? Mm!” He rocks his hips, rubbing himself against me. I reach down slowly, hesitating before I wrap my hand around his cock. We may have been intimate together, but I’ve never been so bold as to touch him. My breath hitches, and my stomach twists, the nervous energy bubbling inside of me. I run my fingers over six bar piercings along the underside of his cock.

“Mmm,” he moans, then chuckles when I shoot my hand back to grab his waist. “My tongue isn’t my only modification, Kitten.” He lines his cock with my entrance and rocks forward. “F-fuuck,” he sputters out, and I whimper as he buries himself inside of me. I’m hot and swollen around him. We stay here a moment, his body pressing against mine as we pant and breathe one another in. Then his lips touch mine again. Softly, slowly, as he rocks his hips in the same gentle fashion. While his lips are all tenderness, everything else is restrained.

And it’s breaking me apart. I tremble as his piercings massage and press all of the right buttons.

He fills me, the pressure of his cock bringing me higher, and higher, while his kisses and caresses fill my stomach with a flurry of flutters, and my heart reaches for him. Cain pulls his cock out and slams back inside of me, and I whimper against his lips. He does it again, then again. Slow and strong.

“Ugh… Mm,” he grunts. “That’s my good girl.”

“Cain… I don’t know if I can take this.” My words are breathy. I’m soaking him, swollen, and I’m afraid I’m somehow going to burst.

“You can do it, Kitten. You can take me.” He lifts me higher against the wall and thrusts himself deep inside of me.

“Y-you feel too good.”

“No such thing, Kitten.”

“Ah!” I cry out as he bites down on my lower lip.

“Come for me, Kitten. Mmm I’m going to come inside of you.” Thrust. “Fill you.” Thrust. “Make you mine forever.” He growls his words through gritted teeth that are still biting down on my lip.

The pressure, the pain, the pleasure.

“Mmm!” I whimper, my legs and arms tremble as pleasure explodes through my body. From my core to the tips of my fingers and toes, my pleasure is heightened to beyond anything I’ve felt before. He thrusts harder, faster, until I feel his cock pulsing deep inside of me. I’m so spent, I rest my body in his arms.

Cain holds me, our bodies pressed against the wall until we’ve come down from the high. He slides himself out of me before gently setting my feet on the floor and grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket. Cain taps on my thigh, and I spread them for him to clean me. It’s slow, sensual. And one of the most intimate parts of this whole thing.

“I thought that we’d never end up here again…” I whisper as his hand slides between my legs with a handkerchief, gently cleaning me. As much as I love how he rips or slices my clothes off to claim me, it’s his care after sex that makes me feel the most wanted. How he cleans me, dresses me, gets me a snack and some water… Cain finishes cleaning himself and pulls up his pants, the buckle clicking back together. I really thought our last time together would be the last time, given how he hadn’t come for me until now.

Is he really coming for me?

“Of course we would… You are mine, you think I’d let anyone else have you while I was gone?” His fingers brush along my cheek, but I freeze.

“What?” My question comes out barely as a whisper.

“I could tell you weren’t going to wait for me,” he says, his lips gently pressing against my forehead.

“What does that mean, Cain?” My heart rises, my throat thickens and threatens to choke on itself.

“I paid off the High Secretary to keep you available for me.”

Cain

Chapter 31

She’s silent, gone somewhat stiff in my hold. I know my methods are unconventional, morally gray. But she’s never had an issue with any of that before. If anything, I’d say she likes it.

“W-why… How could you do that?” Her voice is low, thick… Pained.