Page 44 of Cage
“I like Daddy better, firefly.” His voice is rough and strained.
Slowly, I widen my legs even more and then wrap my ankles around his waist. He’s wearing a pair of tight boxer briefs and nothing else.
“Daddy,” I whimper as he flexes his hips a fraction.
He threads his fingers in my hair, closing his fist around it. The slight sting shoots a bolt of arousal through me. I discovered I like a bit of pain while pinching my nipples one night when I was touching myself. I’ve always wondered if I’m weird because of it. Now, I have a hard time getting myself off if I’m not either fantasizing about pain or inflicting some on myself. Maybe I’m a total freak, but at the moment, I don’t really care. It feels so damn right.
“Fuck, Ember. You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you. How much I want to strip your clothes off and lick you from head to toe.”
A strangled sound escapes me, and now I’m breathing faster for a totally different reason.
“Do you know how many times I’ve stroked my cock in the shower while fantasizing about you? Then you went and told me you’re a virgin and being the fucked-up bastard that I am, all I’ve thought about since is popping that cherry of yours. Taking away your innocence and turning you into what you really are.”
My hips move against him, grinding against his length. Every so often, it rubs the perfect spot that has me seeing stars. I’ve never even come close to feeling this good when I’ve given myself orgasms.
“What am I?” I ask, trying to keep focus on his words.
Cage rises onto his elbows so he can stare down at me, his hair messy like he’s been grabbing at it.
“Mine,” he growls right before he slams his mouth onto mine.
From the second he captures my lips, he kisses me passionately. Deeply. Thoroughly.
He slides his free hand up my body, lingering briefly as his fingertips graze my breast. His cock throbs against me. I’ve never been so wet before. He doesn’t stop until he reaches my neck.
A flash of fear laces my senses when he squeezes the sides of my throat. Then he lets go, and a rush of arousal soaks my panties even more.
After giving me a final nip to my bottom lip, he slowly pulls his mouth away. We stare at each other in the dimly lit room. He must have turned on a lamp when he came in here. It’s just the right amount of light to see each other’s features. How is a man who is so dangerous, so terrifying, also so dang beautiful? And why does he make my heart pound like it’s trying to escape my chest? The way his is racing against my hand makes me think he might feel the same.
“Please don’t leave,” I whimper.
I can feel him hesitate. He’s probably pissed that he gave in to the moment. If I know one thing about Cage, it’s that he likes to be in control of everything, including his own feelings.
“Ember,” he groans.
“No. I’m firefly. Or baby. Or baby girl. I don’t like it when you call me Ember.”
Now I sound like a pouting two-year-old, but I don’t care. He can’t kiss me like that and then tuck tail and run.
“Is that so?” he asks, amusement sparkling in his dark eyes.
I smile, feeling smug as hell. “Yes.That’s so.”
Totally a two-year-old.
“Last time I checked, firefly, I make the rules in this relationship.”
I stare up at him, my fingers running over the thick silver chain hanging from his neck. “We have a relationship?”
He studies me for a long moment, then sighs and lets out a curse. “I don’t know what we have.” Cage closes his eyes for afew seconds. When he opens them, there’s something vulnerable there. Something I’ve never seen in him before. It’s raw. “This is a bad idea, firefly. A really fucking bad idea.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I reach up and touch his face. “I think it’s a great idea.”
I’m not actually sure it is, but I’ve never wanted something so badly. Not only does he turn me on beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before, he also makes my Little feel safe.
“Ember.”
I narrow my eyes. “Cage.”