“I know.” She stared into his eyes, dark in the dim light. “Fire will burn it away.” She pulled his face down to hers, her fingers tangling in his hair. She was completely surrounded and filled by Cain, his muscled arms mounded on either side of her head, his body warm against her nakedness. He slid his hand down to thrum her nipple, palming her flesh and kissing her. She squeezed and stroked his taut arse, feeling him inside her, and she lifted her legs to clasp his hips, opening even more as the heat grew again.

He groaned at her shifting. It must be torture for him to remain still. She lifted her hips against him, moving, and deepened her kiss. He slanted across her lips, his fingers trailing down her stomach and lower to find the sensitive spot between them, rubbing his thumb against it. Her breath came shallow, and her core clenched tighter inside her. Ella pushed upward toward the growing pressure, the flood of sensation she knew was coming and craved.

“Ye are well?” he asked against her.

“I am tormented.” She cupped his face in both her hands. “Because you are not moving.”

Cain needed no more encouragement and slid out and back in. The sting was nearly gone, the rekindled fire replacing it with hot desire. Slowly at first, they began a rhythm, the steadiness of it building faster as their kisses became all-consuming. Ella’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and his hands stroked her body, tweaking and teasing, finding all her secret spots that sent more sensations shooting through her.

Ella panted against him, lost in the inferno. His hugeness raked along her, sliding over and inside her as if he was infiltrating her very soul. “Cain, oh God,” she yelled out, the shout of her words in the quiet of the room making the passion soar upward until waves of fire toppled her over the edge once more. “Yes!” she yelled and heard Cain growl, his voice rising louder than her own as his body shuddered, ramming into her. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw hard as he yelled out his release. Raw, honest passion sat in the lines of his face, and her heart flew along as she watched him.

Cain’s eyes opened, and he met her gaze, the waves of ecstasy still rolling through her. “I am yours,” he said through gritted teeth. The words were an oath that pulled at her heart even more than the joining of their bodies, even more than the waves of pleasure rolling through her.

“I am yours,” she repeated back, because in that moment, with them joined together, honestly giving everything to each other, Ella was his completely.

And she regretted nothing.

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen