11. Everything and Nothing Less
11
Everything and Nothing Less
Caspian
The hurt that’s flooded into her eyes is almost more than I can stand. And as my words linger between us—my request that she allow me to show her that she is, in fact, everything I could ever need or want—I place one hand on her waist. Then, with the other, I undo the buttons that trail down her back.
A sharp breath leaves her, but she doesn’t stop me. Although, I’m certain she wishes she had the strength to do just that. But if she’s anything like me, we become weak in one another’s presence, unable to fight our urges, unable to do what we know to be right. Like now, as I undo the final button, and her dress loosens, falling halfway down her arms to reveal the thin, black lace bra that barely covers her breasts.
Her breathing is erratic, and it isn’t easy keeping my hands in one place. However, in this moment, it’s more important that she feels my heart, not the many other parts of me that would love to be all over her right now. But that thought begins to fade when I sense that she’s still tense. So, I stop and lift her chin, forcing her gaze to meet mine.
“Annalise, tell me what you’re thinking. Please.”
At first, she only blinks up at me with her large brown eyes, but when her lips finally part, she has my undivided attention.
“I know what this looks like. I know what this must feel like—allowing you to kiss me, allowing you to touch me. It looks like forgiveness,” she says. “But no matter what happens tonight, I need you to know it doesn’t mean I’m okay. It doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed at you.”
I nod, and as if her words aren’t enough, tears well in her eyes, and they break my heart. I don’t want to hurt her, don’t want to complicate the simplicity and ease we’ve somehow grown into. But I’ve never felt my back against the wall quite like this, leaving me perfectly stuck between a rock and a hard place.
“I just… Annalise, I?—”
She cuts me off by capturing my lips with a rough kiss. Like she means to take action before she can talk herself out of it, but now I’m the one who’s conflicted.
“Maybe we shouldn’t?—”
“Please, just… shut… the fuck… up,” she breathes against my mouth, punctuating each phrase with another kiss. By the time she finishes speaking, I’m not sure whether to keep going or pull away.
Women can be so damn hot and cold, so up and down, but this one… she drives me absolutely wild. I can’t help but wonder if she knows she’s the only soul on this planet who could ever even think of speaking to me this way. I’m also wondering if she knows how much I fucking want her.
A deep groan reverberates inside my chest when she parts my lips with her tongue. It’s my undoing, and every ounce of fight I had inside me is gone. Her dress falls to the floor, and she pulls away just long enough to step out of the delicate cloud of fabric that’s been her prison today. Underneath, a pair of dark underwear that match the bra have me practically salivating. My cock throbs against the front of my pants, begging to be set free, begging for a very specific form of relief. The kind that can only be found inside her, buried deep within her tight, drenched pussy.
But I try to focus, remembering that this isn’t about me, despite feeling like I could actually die from depravation.
I pull her closer, feeling the heat of her skin as my hands roam over her back, her hips, her ass. She sighs when my kiss travels down to her neck, then she melts against me.
“Today was tough,” she admits, and I pull away when I hear the emotion in her voice. “No, don’t stop.”
I’m confused why she’d want me to keep going, but it’s possible this is what she needs. My touch, the distraction from all that went wrong today.
“I will always stand up for my maidens, or any woman being spoken to that way in my presence,” she adds, and it’s not a surprise. Anyone who knows her heart wouldn’t expect anything less. “And I also need you to accept I will always have ill feelings about there being other mates. That won’t change. Even if I learn how to hide it over time, there will never be a day that I accept not being the only one.”
I squeeze her tighter, kissing her shoulder now.
“I shouldn’t have to share the… share the man I…”
Her words trail off there, but she doesn’t have to finish the sentence for me to understand.
“I know you won’t change your mind, and I know I’m not allowed to leave. So, just promise me.”
“Anything.” The word I’ve just breathed against her skin leaves my mouth without hesitation.
“Promise me you’ll never give them everything. Promise me you’ll never give them… this. ” She places her hand over my racing heart, and something moves through me, an intense emotion that has my throat seizing when I should be speaking, reassuring her. But it takes a moment to form even simple words, because this woman makes me feel so fucking much.
“I promise.”
Her lips find mine after I whisper that vow, and there’s an unshakeable urgency in her touch as she kisses me. Matching her haste, I shift her toward the bed. She falls to the mattress, then stares down her torso, watching as I pull her underwear down the smoothness of her perfect thighs. She’s fixated on me as I lower to the floor, kneeling in front of her.
I take in the sight of her, this beautiful creature I swear was made just for me. She’s so obviously turned on and hungry for this. So much that the lips of her pussy glisten with arousal, begging to be kissed. I waste no time burying my face between her thighs, anxious to taste what will soon be mine. My tongue dips into her, probing her slit, and I savor the salty sweetness seeping from her core. Exploring her more, I find the silky bud between her lips, and Annalise shudders when I tease it with the tip of my tongue. She squirms on the mattress, gathering the sheet in both fists as I draw the swollen nub into my mouth and suck, hard and fast, showing no mercy even when she begs for it.
Her fingers wind their way into my hair, gripping it tightly as the sensation drives me even more insane for her. I want her to come for me—no, I need her to come for me—and I’ll have it no other way.
She rasps my name as I flatten my tongue over her slit, giving her a slow, deliberate lick, breathing heat over her drenched pussy. I keep my eyes on her and watch closely for the moment she begins to relax. And when I see it, see her body go limp and motionless, thinking it’s safe to lower her guard, I draw her clit into my mouth again, sucking harder, in quick pulses that have her coming against my mouth in no time at all. When the sensation becomes too much, she tries to clamp her legs shut, but I push her thighs toward the mattress, opening her nice and wide while I feast.
Her back arches, and she sounds so fucking good as the most delicious cries and whimpers claw their way up from her throat.
Yes, Little Wolf, that’s it. I want it all.
Give me every-fucking-thing.