Chapter 73 #3
I did as he asked, without a second hesitation.
He positioned his cock right at my entrance, the thick head pressing in slowly, stretching me, filling me inch by inch. “Oh fuck. Emma, this is heaven. You are my fucking heaven.”
Without warning, he pulled back enough before slamming forward with brutal force, filling me completely. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, every nerve alight with raw fire.
His hands gripped my hips like iron, holding me steady as he set a merciless rhythm, deep, and hard. Each thrust drove him further into me, pushing past pleasure and pain, blurring into a single, consuming need.
A strangled cry tore from my throat as the world narrowed to the wild pounding of our bodies, the slick heat of skin on skin, and the savage hunger that burned between us.
He whispered my name—rough, urgent—fueling the fire that consumed us both, driving me closer to the edge with every brutal movement.
My body trembled beneath him, muscles tightening as he drove me harder, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.
Right as the tension built to a breaking point, his hand slid lower, fingers tracing the delicate curve of my other entrance, his thumb beginning to circle with slow, tantalizing precision, teasing, testing, promising new depths of fire.
“Has anyone ever been here?”
I gasped, breath hitching. “N-no.”
His voice was a low growl. “I will be.”
His cock pulsed inside me, my walls clenching involuntarily.
“Oh, shit,” he grunted. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
He pulled out just enough, sliding the slickness from his cock over my other entrance, spreading me wide. Then his cock slid back into my pussy, his thumb pressing insistently right above, breaching the tightness.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn tight.”
At that moment, I was nothing, only heat and need and raw sensation. His thrusts were relentless, and his hands roamed, exploring, claiming. He fucked me with his cock, and with his thumb now deep into my asshole. It was fucking glorious.
Right when I felt the release building, he pulled out, leaving me teetering on the edge.
“Caden!” I cried, frustration and longing mingling in my voice.
In a swift movement, he flipped me onto my back, his mouth crashing against mine, swallowing my pleas.
“We’re not done, baby. Not by a mile,” he murmured, thick with a mix of desire and frustration.
“You gave me one fucked-up speech just now, making me believe I’d never feel the bliss of being buried inside of you again.
You had me thinking I’d have to live the rest of my life knowing what it was like to be inside you and never feel that again. ”
I closed my eyes, regret washing over me.
“So now,” he continued, a dark promise lacing his words, “be ready to suffer in return.”
And gods, did he make me suffer.
He took his time, relentless in his rhythm, fucking me, teasing me, tasting every inch, yet never letting me find release. My body and mind were caught in a torturous loop, my desperation building with each denied climax.
He came more than once, filling my mouth, my pussy, even marking me with a primal roar as he spilled across my breasts. But each time I came close, he pulled away, leaving me trembling and pleading, the bastard savoring every bit of my frustration.
My body was a ragged mess of need, limbs quivering and mind barely clinging to reason as he continued edging me, his gaze locked on mine, piercing, unrelenting.
I had no idea how long we’d been going at it, but my sanity had left the room. Hell, it had left the fucking world.
He was balls deep inside of me, going a torturous slow pace when a deep, raw ache for him surged inside me, the kind I’d never felt before, when almost without thinking, my hand found his thigh.
Tap. Tap.
Caden froze instantly, every muscle going still. His gaze softened, surprise mixing with tenderness. “You’re tapping out?” His tone, so gentle now, stood in stark contrast to the fierce intensity of his touch.
I nodded, my eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Please, Caden,” I whispered, as I was shaking, “I can’t take it anymore. I swear, I won’t ever run from you again. Please, please, please let me come.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening. “Eyes on me the whole time.”
I nodded eagerly, my body taut with anticipation.
His hand slid to my swollen, sensitive nub, his thumb stroking slow circles just above where we were still connected. He pulled out, then thrust into me again, each movement deeper, stronger, building to an unrestrained rhythm. “Come for me, my beautiful girl,” he growled.
My legs began to shake, a tremor that spread through me, until my arms and every inch of my body quivered in response. I shattered around him, wave after wave rolling over me, pulling me under with a pleasure so consuming it left me breathless.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, voice hoarse with satisfaction. “Milk my cock. Gods, Nightcrawler, you’re so fucking gorgeous when you come.”
And I kept breaking, lost in an endless high that stretched on and on, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt, every nerve alive, every sense heightened.
Finally, the tension broke free, and his name tore from my lips in a scream, raw and unrestrained, echoing around us as I surrendered completely.
“Fuck,” he groaned, body tensing as he spilled inside me, his grip fierce as he held me close, letting the last shudders fade in unison.