Chapter 42 #2
His tongue swept through my mouth like he was starving, tasting every corner, every inch like he had a right to it, like he owned it.
I whimpered, and it only made him hungrier.
He kissed me deeper—rougher—like he was trying to crawl inside me, to brand me from the inside out. His hand on my throat tightened slightly.
My hands flew into his hair, dragging through the dark strands, clutching him like I couldn’t bear the thought of air between us.
He pressed his hips into mine, and gods, I felt him. Hard. Straining against his pants. The thick length of him grinding into me with absolutely no shame.
“Caden—” I gasped again, barely finding air, my fists now tangled in his shirt, dragging him closer even though there was no space left between us.
“No more waiting,” he growled against my mouth, all wrecked. “No more fucking pretending.”
His hands turned rough; one yanking my head back to expose my throat, the other grabbed my thighs, and lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing.
Carrying me to his bed, my back barely hit the mattress before he was on me again, eyes black, body caged over mine.
My hands ripped at his shirt, fists curling into the fabric before tearing it open, the buttons flying somewhere I didn’t care to look.
I dragged the ruined material down his arms until he was bare above me, heat radiating off every inch of his sculpted chest.
I froze, only for a second, staring up at him like I’d never seen him before.
Because I hadn’t. Not like this.
He looked ruined. Beautiful. Wild. Unleashed.
And all of it, for me.
I ran my hands over the planes of his chest, fingertips grazing every scar, every hard line of muscle, while his hands slid down my sides, mapping the shape of me like he was learning every curve.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, slowly, like he was savoring the moment, then my jaw, his lips trailing fire down my neck. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice low, edged with dangerous certainty.
My every nerve lit was with anticipation and a soft moan slipped from me before I could stop it. “I want nothing but you,” I breathed. “Break me open, burn me down, make me yours until there’s nothing left but us.”
His gaze locked onto mine, dark and blazing, all the things raw and possessive flickering beneath the surface. It wasn’t just desire, it was a claim.
And then, without breaking eye contact, his hand fisted in my shirt.
The sound of fabric tearing split the air as he ripped it straight down the middle.
It hit the floor in a forgotten heap.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, my breasts were instantly exposed, nipples tight from anticipation, from the brush of cool air and his scorching gaze.
He growled softly under his breath, like he’d been starving and was finally facing the meal he’d been denied.
My pants followed, his hands dragging them down with aching slowness, his fingers brushing against my thighs, my hips, my calves as he undressed me piece by piece. My panties went with them, soaked, clinging. Gone.
And then I was naked on his bed, chest rising and falling, skin flushed, while he stood above me, breathing hard.
His eyes flared before his gaze traveled down my body, lingering on every curve, every dip, like he was memorizing each inch of exposed skin. When it landed on my breasts, his lips parted slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Emma,” he hissed my name, rough with desire. “You’re a fucking goddess.”
I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to touch him. My hands instinctively moved to undo his pants, but before I could go any further, he grabbed both my wrists.
“No.”
I froze, surprised. “I can’t touch you?” I asked softly, feeling confused.
He shook his head, the restraint in his body painfully clear. “Not yet. I’ve been wanting this… fantasizing about this for a very long time. If I don’t pace myself right now, this will be over in seconds. So I need to—”
I cut him off, lifting my head and brushing my lips against his stomach. Slowly, deliberately, my tongue drew a slow line up to his hilum, savoring the way his body tensed beneath me.
His breath caught mid-sentence, eyes rolling back as the rest of the words dissolved into a groan.
“Need to what?” I whispered teasingly, my breath hot against his skin.
“Fuck!” he cursed under his breath, pushing himself off me abruptly. His chest rose and fell heavily, his hard-on straining painfully against his pants, so obvious it made my stomach tighten with desire.
I leaned back, giving him my best seductive smile, hoping to lure him back in. But his expression shifted, his countenance hardening in an instant.
“Don’t get any ideas in your head,” he warned. “You’ll do exactly as I say, or I’m tying you up, so you won’t have a choice.” His invisible haze shot out, swirling ominously, ready to act on his threat.
A mix of nerves and excitement swirled inside me, before I nodded once, complying with his request.
He released my hands, the command in his demeanor forcing me to obey. “Slide to the back of the bed and sit up. Lean against the headboard.”
I did as instructed, heart hammering in my chest.
“Eyes on me the whole time,” Caden ordered, his voice a low growl. I nodded again, eager to please him.
“Good girl.” His voice dropped even lower. “Now, spread your legs for me.”
I hesitated for only a second before doing as he asked, my legs parting slowly, exposing myself to his craving gaze.
“Wider, Emma. I want to see every single inch of you.”
My heart raced as I did what he said, the cool air brushing against my center, making me ache for him.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded, his voice deep and steady. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
I hesitated, my body trembling with need, but the way he was looking at me left no room for insecurities. Slowly, I slid my hand down, feeling the wetness already between my legs. The moment my fingers brushed over my clit, I let out a breathless moan, my body responding instantly to the motion.
“Fuck,” Caden groaned, his eyes blazing. “Exactly like that.”
His words sent a jolt through me, amplifying the heat as my fingers kept moving in slow circles. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, as Caden took a step closer.
When I moaned again, he crawled over me, the weight of his body pressing me deeper into the bed as his hand moved upward.
“You did good,” he murmured against my lips. “Now let me.” His words were dripping with both authority and desperate need.
I quickly pulled my hand away, my breath catching as his fingers traced higher along the inside of my thigh, until they hovered just inches from where I was aching for him. Every nerve in my body tightened, anticipation coiling so tight it almost hurt.
“I can’t—” My voice broke, barely a whisper. “Please, Caden.”
His name had barely left my lips before his thumb finally pressed where I needed him most, and my body arched into his with a broken cry, the tension snapping all at once.
“Baby, you’re soaked,” he growled, his tone coming out harsh, while his index finger teased my entrance. “Do you want to feel me inside you?”
I could only nod, lost in the haze of pleasure.
“I need your verbal consent, or I’m not entering you,” he commanded.
“Yes, yes,” I breathed desperately. “Please.”
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, sliding one finger into me slowly. The feeling alone nearly made me come undone.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “I can already feel you clenching around me.”
His thumb kept circling my clit, and I was starting to lose my mind.
“Do you want more?” he asked, his tone rough and teasing.
I nodded frantically, but he wasn’t satisfied. “Words, Emma,” he ordered, his command leaving no room for disobedience.
“Yes!” I nearly screamed. The pressure was building, and I was desperate for more.
He slid a second finger in, stretching me, and I writhed against his hand, needing even more….
Caden’s pupils were blown wide, his eyes nearly black as they locked onto mine, filled with undiluted hunger.
“That’s it, Nightcrawler,” he grunted, his deep cadence sending shockwaves through me, almost enough to push me over the edge. I could feel the fire building inside me, the tight coil of pleasure ready to snap.
A moan escaped my lips, my body surrendering completely to the lust coursing through me. But right as I was on the brink, right as my orgasm began to rise, he pulled back.
A strangled cry left my throat at the sudden loss of him, my body aching with need.
“You are so perfect,” he rasped. Without warning, he slapped my pussy hard, then thrust two fingers deep inside me again, in one smooth, hard motion.
“Caden!” I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets tightly, my hips rising instinctively to meet his touch.
He groaned low in his throat. “Fuck, say that again.”
Before my mind could catch up, he withdrew his fingers, but just as quickly, he slapped my clit again, then thrust them back inside, his movements deep and demanding.
“Say it, Emma,” he growled, sounding all rough.
“Caden,” I cried out, unable to resist him.
“Scream for me,” he commanded, his voice dripping with possession. “Scream my name.”
Every word sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my body trembling beneath his. He thrust his fingers harder, faster, while his mouth hovered against mine, his tongue catching each moan on my lips like he wanted to taste the sound itself.
My hands flew back up to his chest, my need to touch him, to feel him, overpowering everything else. But before I could make contact, his haze shot out, and wrapped around my wrists, pinning them firmly over my head.
“I told you not to touch me.”
The tendril of his haze suddenly coiled around my neck. I gasped, my breath hitching as it constricted, choking me enough to make my heart race. The slickness between my thighs intensified, and I’d never felt so turned on.
Caden’s eyes darkened as he looked down at me. “You like this, don’t you? Being at my mercy, unable to move… Knowing I can do whatever I want to you.”
His lips curled into a wicked smile. “You like to submit. To me.”
I whimpered, my body straining against his hold, but the haze held me tight, and all I could do was give into the storm raging inside me.
Caden took a deep breath, his own control hanging by a thread. “I need a taste.”
Without waiting for a response, he withdrew his fingers and stared at them—glistening with my arousal. For a heartbeat, he just watched, something dark and intent flickering in his expression, before he brought them to my chest, dragging the wetness over my nipples, coating each of them.
I shuddered, the sensation almost too much to handle, yet leaving me craving even more.
“So fucking hot,” he mumbled, more to himself than to me, before leaning down and swirling his tongue around my nipple, licking it clean with unhurried, intentional strokes.
I moaned, my back arching off the bed as he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, his teeth grazing it lightly, making me cry out in pleasure. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, his tongue and lips driving me wild, as he moved his fingers back inside me.
“I’m so close,” I whimpered, barely more than a broken breath, soaked in desperation.
“I know, love,” he murmured, his tone coaxing, almost gentle but laced with a cruel kind of patience. His fingers thrust deeper, hitting that perfect spot, and then—just as quickly—pulled back out.
Again.
I nearly sobbed.
But before I could protest—before I could even form the words—he shifted down the bed.
He parted my thighs with a reverence that made me feel worshipped, then closed his lips around my clit, and I gasped—a strangled sound—as my back arched clean off the bed, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
“Caden, fuck!” I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure.
He growled against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. “Let me hear you, Emma. If you go silent, I’ll stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I gasped, barely able to speak.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, Caden, yes!” I cried out, desperate for him to keep going.
His tongue flicked over my clit, and I bucked against his mouth, the sensation overwhelming.
He scissored his fingers inside me while his tongue worked magic on my sensitive flesh.
He tugged, licked, and fingered me like his life depended on it, and I could feel my arousal flowing everywhere.
I could feel the fire building in my lower belly, that familiar coil tightening more and more.
“Caden, I’m gonna…” I panted breathlessly, and he grunted in response.
“Scream my name while you do.”
I was panting, my entire body on edge. It was too much, too good, and I needed release.
“Caden…” I begged, not even sure what I was begging for.
“Come on my tongue, Thompson,” he commanded, softer now, deeper, almost coaxing.
He curled his fingers inside me, hitting the right spot, and then…I shattered.
I screamed, my body writhing uncontrollably as my orgasm hit me like a wave. He lapped up every single drop, his tongue relentless, never leaving my clit as I screamed his name, over and over again, completely undone.