Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Emmersyn
Caleb is so predictable.
One tiny, skimpy pair of pajamas, and he’s already salivating; his brain short-circuiting as though he’s forgotten how to function. I can practically feel the searing heat of his gaze tracing every curve of my body as I walk away. The thought sends a delicious thrill through me, my pulse quickening with the knowledge of what I’m doing to him.
In the bathroom, I turn on the shower, letting the steam envelop the space as I peel off my clothes, my skin prickling with anticipation. The warm water cascades over my body, soothing and comforting, but it does nothing to quell the burning heat inside me.
My mind races back to Caleb—his dark, predatory eyes, the way his body tensed, coiled with barely restrained desire when he saw me. The way he looked at me like he wanted to tear those flimsy pajamas off and take me right there, hard and unapologetic.
What would it take to make him snap? To abandon the control he’s clinging to and fuck me the way I know he wants to—rough, urgent, with that perfect blend of dominance and hunger that always leaves me shattered and begging for more?
My hands roam over my body, fingers teasing the peaks of my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly under my touch. I linger there, squeezing and caressing them the way he used to, imagining his hands instead of mine. The memory of his rough palms sliding up my breasts, the way he’d grab them, kneading them with possessive force, sends a shiver down my spine. I can almost feel the weight of his cock between them, the way he’d press against my chest, sliding up and down with that wicked grin on his face, watching me through hooded eyes as he drove me wild.
My breath quickens as my hand glides down my body, fingertips skimming over my stomach until they reach the heat between my legs. I part my thighs, my fingers slipping into the slick, wet folds, teasing my swollen clit with slow, deliberate strokes. A moan escapes me as I imagine Caleb’s hand replacing mine, his fingers knowing exactly how to work me until I’m writhing under his touch.
I picture him behind me, pressing me against the cold, slick tiles, his hard length pushing into me, filling me completely with each powerful thrust.
The way he used to drive into me, relentless and consuming, his hands branding my waist as he pounded into me, taking everything I offered and then some. My fingers slide deeper, imagining his cock thrusting into me, stretching me, the delicious burn that would leave me breathless.
I press three fingers inside my pussy, feeling my walls tighten around them as my thumb rubs against my clit, the dual sensation sending shockwaves through my body. My hips buck involuntarily, grinding against my hand as I chase the sensation, my need growing more desperate with each passing second.
The tension builds to a fever pitch, my fingers working frantically to mimic the rhythm I crave, the rhythm I know he’d set. I can almost feel him, the raw intensity of his movements. The way he’d push me right to the edge, only to drag me back and do it all over again until I was a quivering, needy mess.
As the pressure inside me coils tighter, I can’t hold back any longer. “Caleb,” I scream his name, loud and desperate, my voice echoing off the walls. “Yes, fuck me like that. Harder, I need it harder.” The words spill from my lips, raw and unfiltered, as my fingers pump faster, harder, mimicking the way he used to take me—ruthless and unrelenting. “Please, I need you to fuck me so hard, don’t stop. Fill me up, Caleb. Make me yours. Please, I want it so bad. ”
The release slams into me, my body convulsing as I scream his name again, the sound torn from my throat as the pleasure rips through me. My fingers curl deep inside, my thumb pressing hard against my clit as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. I slump against the wall, gasping for air as the water continues to pour over me, my legs shaky, my mind fogged with the lingering echoes of pleasure.
“What would it take,” I murmur to myself, my voice trembling with the remnants of my climax, “to make him lose control? To make him forget the rules and boundaries and just give in to the raw, primal need that pulses between us?”