23. Caelia
He looksat me as if I’m a daydream, the answer to all his prayers. I don’t know how to deal with the twisted desire that coils in my stomach. I don’t know how to deal with anything that has happened between us lately. I can still feel the outline of the veins threading through his length and the way it pulsated in my mouth. His taste was not at all repulsive, as I thought. Tonight, I can’t get enough of him. I don’t know if he remembers that this is my first time doing this for him.
Lies.
He craves all the poisonous lies I can think of.
Here’s another one.
I don’t feel anything at this moment.
He places a hand on my waist, guiding me to straddle him. I spread my legs, bending my knees against his thighs. His other hand glides between the valley of my breasts, traveling up my throat. I’m the greatest enigma of them all. Here I am, craving for my husband to fuck me, to own me, and to consume me. He’s still the devil, but I choose to forget it. Despite it all, he’s still the same. We both know it. He can parade this new fa?ade all he wants, but nothing can erase what he has done to me. His hands guide me downward onto him, the tip slipping inside me. He halts, his eyes fixed on mine, dark and mischievous.
“I won’t stop until you squirt on my cock, so you’d better not hold anything back.”
I’m so embarrassed about that. I still don’t know how it happened. He wasn’t bothered at all, drinking from my body like he had tasted nothing sweeter in his entire life. The wetness and the mess didn’t deter him. Jesus. How did he conceal this side of him for so long? And why did he torment me instead of granting us this? “Do you understand, Wildfire?”
All I can do is nod, surrendering to the loss of control. He teases me with the tip of his cock for what seems like an eternity, dragging out the anticipation until I’m willing to beg. Until I can’t take it anymore. I’ll give him what he wants. Tonight, I won’t hold anything back.
Another lie crosses my mind.
I don’t want him.
Leaning forward, I place my palms on his chest, bringing my mouth close to his. But I don’t kiss him. Instead, I trace his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, lowering my body to his cock at an excruciatingly slow pace. His body shudders as I take him fully, his grip on my hair tightening. I suppress a moan of pain. I will take what I want. I will take everything he gives me. There will come a day when he will withhold everything from me—I’m sure of it. I witnessed it before. And I’m still waiting for it to happen.
Crossing my hands behind his neck, I draw our bodies closer, slowly rolling my hips. He moves his gaze between our entwined thighs, then back to me, a deep moan emanating from his chest. His hands explore my back, igniting sparks across my skin. Mattia sucks on my nipple, guiding my movements. His long fingers dig into my flesh. I crave the bruises this time. I want to feel his touch on my skin long after it fades away.
There’s a fleeting moment when my mind forgets who he is. A moment when he transforms into the man I desire, free from the confines of a captor or abuser. And I allow it to happen. He steals all the air from my lungs as his tongue dances inside my mouth. I gasp, my body ablaze from within. The thunderstorm rages within me, and my heart is struck by lightning, bruised and burning.
“Tell me another lie,” he coaxes.
I struggle to think of another lie. All I have now are the raw truths I refuse to give him. They belong to no one but myself. I promised to guard them with my life if I had to.
“I don’t hate you,” I confess, the truth scorching my tongue.
“Go on, Wildfire. Give me all your poisonous lies.”
He anchors his feet on the floor, his hands gripping my waist. I stand still, watching him as he thrusts into me. Lies. I must tell him all the lies I can summon, but he clouds my judgment. I place my hands on the sides of his neck for support.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.”
“Go on.”
“I need you.”
Grabbing my ass, he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. I try to find more lies to feed him, but I can’t think of any. He moves his hips, the angle making me moan shamelessly.
“Is that all you have?”
“I could’ve loved you. I’ll never be able to now.”
He’s much more focused than I am. Although his lips are parted, panting, he never stops sliding in and out of me, my entire body at his mercy. I swallow back a strangled cry as the orgasm builds inside me again. At least, I try to. But I can’t hold back. I see dark spots in my vision as I lose all control again. The sensation is too powerful. Overwhelming. My body can’t contain it, so I combust. He slips out of me, moving his hands behind my knees to lift me higher, all the liquid dripping from my body into his mouth.
“That’s my good girl.” His voice is like the thunder outside.
It feels like I’ll never recover. He’s not done with me just yet. Mattia places me at the edge of the couch, slipping back inside me. My body is exhausted from the two earth-shattering orgasms I had, but he’s hell-bent on draining another one from me. I would stop it if I knew how. This one is like an aftershock. It’s still powerful, but it doesn’t knock me off my feet. He locks eyes with mine as his movements get chaotic like he’s losing control, but he’s not fighting it. I focus on his body, illuminated by the lightning outside. One of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard escapes his lips as he comes, his hands gripping my ass tightly, his brows furrowed.
I will never be able to wash his fingerprints off my body.