Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
Nevaeh
We almost break the bed in Caelian’s guest room. I’m tilted the wrong way, my face down, my backside up. As my fingers bunch into the duvet, my toes point in the air.
Caelian slams into me with the force of a beast charging full speed. The result is the bed frame scraping forward, the headboard banging against the wall.
My body quivers, tingling from the intensity of it all.
I don’t even know how we’ve gotten here. The last few minutes have blurred from heavy kisses and petting to me fisting at the duvet, screaming into the expensive sateen fabric. I’m riding a wave, feeling like I’d fly away if not for my tight grip on the duvet.
Caelian’s an unstoppable force. All gleaming muscle and protruding veins and endless stamina.
I catch our reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. My pussy tingles at the lewd sight, my heart beating even faster.
I’m bent over, bared completely to him, pinned down as I’m taken from behind.
My eyes are glazed over and my mouth’s slack, my expression dreamy like I’ve been drugged.
Caelian reflects as the primal beast he becomes in moments like this, where he’s caught his prey and he’s in the middle of feasting.
His face is hard and rugged, his body a broad, sculpted masterpiece. He demonstrates his power with every brutal thrust into me. Every time my petite frame slides away from the force of his thrust and he drags me back toward him.
I can feel him everywhere to the point I’m consumed whole. I’m shuddering as a second orgasm strikes and my pussy spasms.
Caelian growls in encouragement, feeling how my walls contract around him and slapping a huge hand to my backside.
The smack’s harsh. My flesh stings. Through the haze of my orgasm, I simply moan along and reach between my thighs. I’m so full, so stuffed with Caelian I almost can’t take it. I have to rub my clit to disappear into the pleasure.
Then I’m back, spinning in a wave of chemical bliss. Truly the most wonderful drug that exists, leaving my body taut and twitchy.
I’m flipped around before I recognize it’s happening. My hair tangled in my face, my heart skipping in my chest, I’m bent into another position. This time I’m a butterfly, seeing stars as the hulking beast that’s Caelian pummels into me by way of his powerful hips.
Caelian fucks me like it’s the first time he’s been granted the privilege, like he’s taking advantage of every second, every inch of my pussy. His heavy weight presses down on me and he licks at my skin. His teeth graze my flesh as he pumps harder and sinks deeper.
The passion’s never burned hotter between us. We’re panting, moving together, a blend of his brutality and my sensuality.
…until the room spins again and I find myself riding Caelian’s face.
I cry out as his coarse beard scratches at my inner thighs and my hips slide back and forth. My pussy glides over his face. Each strong, large masculine feature of his while his tongue flicks away.
“Yes, bella. Ride my face,” he grunts at the taste of me. “I want to drown in this fucking delicious pussy.”
I do as I’m told, shuddering at how his face feels buried between my legs.
Caelian sucks at me. He does things with his long, talented tongue I didn’t know were possible.
I’m so hot, I’m panting for air, sheened by sweat. I’m incapable of doing anything but moaning at how overwhelming it is.
Just when I’m a second away from coming, I’m twisted around. I’m turned over until my hands and feet are planted under me and I’m riding Caelian in a whole different way. His dick slides home into my gushing wet pussy and I’m a reversed cowgirl bouncing on top of him.
It’s too much. Too much pleasure. Too much heat.
He pulls me down too far and his dick goes too deep. Thick and throbbing, it hits the back of my pussy and sets off every nerve ending I have.
Tears spring to my eyes as I ride him to a third orgasm. My hips rock beyond my control, in a fast and furious motion that sends me straight into a shuddering, tingling explosion.
I lock up, my mouth agape, my head hanging back.
Caelian fists his large hand in my messy hair and thrusts his machine hips up into me. I’m balanced backward on him, my arms and legs shaking even as I’m supported and he pistons away.
It’s the final stage of our passionate production. I’m breathless and shaky, spent from back-to-back orgasms. Caelian’s a bomb that detonates with a fierce roar and finishing pumps of his hips. His release spills into me warm and fast, creating an even bigger mess than we already are.
No longer able to hold myself up, my limbs give out. I spin around and collapse on top of him, so shaky and limp I forget how to move.
Caelian’s hardly in better shape—he husks out deep, ragged breaths and seems content with letting me lay on his chest like a lazy cat. Eventually, he rolls me off him and finds my gaze wearing a rare, crooked grin.
“My ballerina takes my huge dick so well,” he says, kissing my damp neck.
I’m damp all over. Slick with sweat and his juices and mine.
We’ve truly made a mess of ourselves.
Which is why I return his smile and let out a small laugh.
“We almost broke your bed, Cael,” I mumble, curling an arm around his stomach… or as far as I can get with how broad he is and how petite I am.
He grabs my small hand within his, bringing it up to his left pectoral, where I can feel how out of sync his heartbeat is.
For a while we lay in companionable silence, cooling down from what’s transpired. Processing the fact that we’ve made up and are possibly over this rough patch in our marriage.
I don’t want to get up and risk losing it—losing this moment of peace and tenderness between us after what we’ve been through. It’s the closest I’ve felt to him in weeks.
Since before I made that controversial decision the night I fled with Mom.
“I filled you up, Nevi,” he muses aloud. He releases my hand to explore with his own. His palm, so giant and heavy, drops to my flat stomach as if he’s checking to feel a difference. “Soon you’ll be swollen with our child. My legacy.”
“We don’t know when it’ll happen.”
“It’ll be soon. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll fill you up every night. Every morning. Every fucking hour if I have to. One of my little soldiers has to make it. You might already be pregnant.”
“Dr. Tulio and the gynecologist have both checked—”
“It might be undetectable right now. That’s what enraged me even more about today outside the clinic, bella. You could be carrying our child. And those pieces of shit had the audacity to do what they did.”
“I’m guessing they’re…” I pause for a soft breath. “Not among the living anymore?”
“You’d be guessing correctly. The one that survived the scene will be eliminated later. He’s currently in agony after what I did to him earlier.”
I flinch. “Cael…”
“Nevi, your place is safe at home as my wife and the mother to my children. Your place is not mixed up in all the warring and violence that’s going on between me, my family, Nero, and the Vorones. Do not ever try to protect me. Do not ever try to interfere thinking you’re helping me.”
“But your illness—”
“Is my burden to bear,” he interrupts sternly. “It isn’t reason for you to be involved in the fight going on.”
Though I vehemently disagree, I bite my tongue for the moment.
We’ve finally reached a level of togetherness I’ve missed.
I’ll have to figure out another way to convince Caelian I could be an asset.
I’ve trained for the majority of my life, not just as a dancer but in espionage and reconnaissance.
I was never deployed on any active missions, but I could prove useful as more than his wife and mother to any children we have.
After the life-long deceit I’ve experienced at the hands of Mom, Dad, and Ignazio, a part of me craves revenge. I’m craving the autonomy of being set free from the web of lies.
“You haven’t eaten your chocolate cake.”
I laugh, watching as Caelian sits up and grabs the small plate and fork off the bedside table. He cuts a bite-sized portion with the fork and then brings it to my lips.
It’s delicious. Sweet and rich in the best way. Unsurprising, considering Caelian’s kitchen staff is the best of the best.
Caelian cuts me another bite with the fork and feeds it to me. I hum along as he pampers me with the decadent dessert.
Once the cake is gone, he licks chocolate from my lips using his tongue and teases that it’s the start of more to come. “I’ll feed you your favorite dessert every night when you’re pregnant. You’ll look so fucking beautiful with a swollen belly. Our baby, Nevi.”
His words are wonderfully affectionate and sweet, warming my skin as he kisses me. Due to the deal Mom and Dad made and my contract with the dance company, I’ve always known I’d eventually be married off to a wealthy businessman. I’d go on to have his babies.
It was nothing I looked forward to. Certainly nothing I dreamed of.
But knowing it’ll be Caelian changes everything. It makes me yearn for that kind of future.
“Are you ready for a shower?” Caelian asks minutes later. He’s grinning as he slides a hand along my naked curves. “Let’s use the shower in my bedroom. It’s larger.”
“Which offers more room for… things.”
“You know me well.”
We’re getting up from the bed when fists pound on the door. My eyes snap to his in alarm.
His jaw tics with immediate fury for whoever’s interrupting us.
Caelian wraps the duvet around my shoulders to cover me up and then walks over to the door in the buff. The contrast would be comical if I weren’t so concerned by the frantic knocks on the door. He wrenches it open butt-naked, his girthy appendage out and proud.
From where I am on the bed, I’m offered a glorious view of the rippling muscles on his broad, tattooed back and the firm, round shape of his ass.
Matteo’s on the other side of the door. He ignores the fact that his boss isn’t wearing any clothes and flinches at Caelian’s growl.
“What?” he demands. “What the fuck is it that you thought you had to pound on my door and interrupt my time with my wife?”
“C, I’ve got something real important. You’ll want to know about this.”
“Which is?”
“I know who’s behind what went down earlier. How they found out where you’d be. Somebody you trust has been sabotaging you.”