Page 85 of Scarred

When her eyes blink open and meet mine, I stare, captivated by their depths—the desire burning bright.

Something flashes in those greens.

Landing somewhere deep in my chest.

Sheer panic follows immediately.

I know if I let myself feel, I won’t be able to stop.

Needing the distance, I flip her over where it’s safer. Where I don’t have to see what I’m fighting so hard to suppress.

Her ass comes into view, and my pulse starts to throb faster for a different reason.

This I can control.

Grabbing the bolster, I slide it under her stomach, raising her ass in the air.

The sight is exactly what I need to push all the intrusive thoughts away.

Spreading her legs wider, her pussy glistens in the dim light as I watch her thighs quiver in eagerness.

“You are a gorgeous sight, little moon,” I breathe, trailing my finger down her spine before my palms glide over her ass and squeeze her flesh.

She raises slightly in the air as her breathing becomes more ragged. Her wrists are still bound above her head, giving her limited motion, completely at my mercy.

Taking out my cock, it’s swollen and heavy as I fist it in my hand and stroke down to the base. My balls are like steel as I grip myself harder and swipe my tip through her arousal.

Her moan sends jolts throughout my body, and when her ass pushes back into me, it takes everything in me not to bury myself inside. I can’t believe I’m even thinking about taking her bare…leaving no barriers between us.

Just the thought of painting her ass with my cum sends a new wave of possessiveness skyrocketing through my body as I tease her opening more. My jaw aches from the pressure as I resist the urge.

Reaching into my pocket, I grab the condom I threw in there before my appointment. Tearing it with my teeth with more force than necessary, I quickly pull it on before I cross another line I swore I wouldn’t.

I’ve given her more than I’ve given anyone these past few years, but having this thin layer between us is the last thing I have control of.

Feeling her bare…having that trust between us…

It’s more intimate…more everything.

A woman like Luna doesn’t come along often, if ever, and something tells me if I ever did remove that last barrier…

I would never be able to let her go.

TWENTY-SIX

LUNA

The steady throb between my legs is more than I can bear. This whole session has been one temptation after another, and I desperately need him inside me.

I’ve broken every single professional rule there is today, and instead of worrying about it, I’ve never felt freer. It’s so easy to lose myself in Cayden, and it should terrify me, but I love the person I am with him.

He makes me feel like the most desired woman in the world, and in return, it gives me the confidence to explore all the ways my body can feel.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, little moon.” His sexy, low voice penetrates the air and weaves around me, causing the pulse between my legs to deepen. “Can you be a good girl and be quiet for me?”

He teases me with his tip again, and I automatically push back, wanting more.

“Cayden, please,” I rasp.