Breaking Free by C.A. Mason Page A

need you. I hadn’t realized how much I’d wanted to hear her say that until she did. I craved it, just like I always had. Things were getting complicated. My plan was veering off course. She was drawing me into her web again, and any control I thought I had was quickly slipping away.
    “I’m not stopping, sweetheart. Not ever.” I stroked her clit with my tongue, basking in the gasps and cries that told me I was giving her exactly what she needed.
    “Oh God, I’m going to come.”
    I held her firmly in place as I licked her. Nothing turned me on more than feeling her come in my mouth, knowing that I was giving my woman what no other man could.
    Without giving her a moment to catch her breath, I made my way up her body, licking a path to her breasts. My tongue caressed patches of jagged skin, and I knew that’s where that monster had left the evidence of his wrath. She tried to pull me away from my exploration, but I became more insistent, tenderly kissing the patches of skin she didn’t want me to see. She was embarrassed of her flaws, but they only reminded me of how incredibly strong she’d been.
    “Blaise, please,” she whispered. “I don’t want—”
    “Sssh.” I kissed every inch of skin. “Just let me love you, baby.” Those were strong words for a man who was supposed to be a stranger, but I hoped she would assume I was being thorough, treating her to the care I’d promised.
    She whimpered, lifting her hands above her head when she realized it was pointless to fight me. I reached her breasts, licking and sucking them the way she liked. I swirled my tongue around her nipples before I nipped them, followed by the brush of my lips to distract her from the sting.
    “Yes, just like that,” she said, arching her back. “Just like that. Oh, God.”
    When I was satisfied I had her primed for another orgasm, I reached into the nightstand for a condom. I hated that I had to wear it. I wanted that primitive connection with her, the one we used to share, but I knew a smart woman like her wouldn’t have unprotected sex with a man she’d just met, especially when she had another man waiting at home.
    The thought of him drove me to intensify her pleasure. It aroused something in me, something that had been dormant for a long time: jealousy, possessiveness. No other woman had inspired it. Knowing she’d be going home to another man, possibly sharing her body with him tomorrow and every night thereafter, made me crazy. I shifted from tender and thorough to frenzied and desperate, obviously startling her, but I didn’t hear her complain as I captured her mouth, the condom packet still in my hand.
    “Please,” she whispered, taking my mouth and giving as good as she got. “I need you.”
    Those words again. There were only three others that would please me more, and I was starting to crave those almost as much as her body. Without even realizing it, she was throwing me way off course. Or maybe we were just charting a new course together.
    I wasted no time shedding my clothes and sheathing myself. I couldn’t wait to plunge inside her, to touch her in places she hadn’t been touched in years. I knew I could give her something no one else could. She’d shared the darkest parts of herself with me, and I intended to use that to give her the intense pleasure she thought was lost to her forever. I had no doubt her lover was in the dark about the things she really liked, and that put me at a decided advantage. This was war, and I intended to win at all cost. My eyes locked with hers as I pushed her legs back. I entered her in one deep thrust and tipped her knees to just the right angle to maximize her pleasure.
    “Oh my God,” she cried, gripping my biceps. “That feels incredible.”
    When I’d shed all my clothes, I’d exposed myself to her in a way I’d never intended. All she had to do was turn on the bedside lamp, and she’d know who I was. Determined to keep her distracted so she wouldn’t consider