Free Mine to Keep by Cynthia Eden Page A

traitor? 
    “Ben brought them back,” Trace said. “But I’ll forget them again. I’ll shove the memories into the back of my head and lock the damn vault shut on them.”
    He hadn’t looked at her while he’d spoken. Maybe it was easier for him not to see her when he saw the past.
    “Thank you,” Skye whispered. 
    “For what? Scaring you?  That’s not what I—”
    “For giving me the first secret.”  A glimpse into his hell. 
    He turned then, caught her, and rolled so that Skye was beneath him in bed.
    “Thank you,” he told her, voice gruff.  
    “For what?”
    “Without you, I would’ve been as lost as Ben.”
    “No, you—”
    He kissed her.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with all of her passion, all of her love. She wanted to show Trace that she was with him, through good and bad, and everything in the middle.
    His tongue slid over her lips.  His hands trailed over her body. He knew where to touch her. Where to stroke and caress so that she arched eagerly toward him. Wanting all that he had to give her.
    But he didn’t thrust into her.
    Not even when she begged.
    Instead, he put his mouth between her legs. He licked her. He tasted her.  He drove her into a frenzy.
    She came against his mouth. With her hands in the thickness of his hair. With her hips arching toward him.
    Skye came that way, and she wanted more.
    But Trace was the one in control. That fierce control that she wanted to smash into a million pieces.
    He brought her to the brink of another release. Tears leaked down her cheeks. She cried out for him. Wanted
more.
“Trace, now, I need—”
    He rolled away from her.  Stood.  His erect cock thrust out toward her, and Skye wanted it buried
in
her core. 
    She reached for him.
    He backed away.
    “T-Trace?” 
    His eyes squeezed closed. “Have you ever wanted something so much…so badly…but you were afraid you’d destroy that one thing if you actually took it?”
    Her thighs quivered. Soft contractions still pulsed in her sex. “You won’t destroy me.”
    His smile came then. Sad and cruel. “Oh, baby, you shouldn’t be so sure. Tonight, I’m weak, and you don’t want me without my control.”
    This was the moment that mattered.
    Skye slid from the bed.  Her knees sank onto the lush carpet. “I want you every way.”  Why couldn’t he understand that? 
    She opened her mouth and tasted
him.
It was her turn to lick, to stroke, to enjoy the hot and hard length of his cock in—
    He jerked her up. Spun her around. Pushed her onto the bed and lifted up her hips. Her stomach hit the mattress even as her hands fisted in the sheets.  She heaved up and tried to glance over her shoulder at him.
    Trace sank into her. A deep, hard thrust. There was no holding back then, he drove into her in a plunge that took her breath.
    His hands were tight bands around her hips.  He withdrew, thrust. Again and again. Each thrust was harder than the last.
    She tried to arch back against him, but he was moving too fast, too fiercely.    
    The rhythm was wild and rough. Not like the controlled lovemaking that he’d shown her in the last few weeks. He was plunging so deeply—rubbing inside of her. She was slick and swollen from her release.   
    “Give to me,” he gritted out. “Want…
everything…”
    Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. 
    “Mine…” His left hand freed her hip. Slid around her body. Closed around her breast. Stroked the nipple. Palmed her breast. “Every inch.”
    In and out…in and out…
    His right hand moved then. Went around her hip and his fingers found her clit. He wasn’t gentle. Rough, demanding—
    And she exploded, bucking against him as the release slammed into her.
    “Fuck,
yes
.”
    His mouth was on her shoulder. She felt the faint sting of his teeth.
    And the hot surge of his release as he came inside of her.
    He was around her, surrounding her, and she couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure. They came and came.