Chapter 30
CAYDEN
The kiss isn’t a gentle reunion—it’s a war we’re both winning and losing at the same time. My hands grip her hips, pinning her against the desk. I feel her body give in. Finally.
“Fuck, Jade…” I breathe against her lips, never breaking the contact. My tongue dives deeper, demanding, taking. She let out a low moan into my mouth, and the sound vibrates straight to my groin. All those years, all those women—everyone I’ve ever been with was just a shadow compared to this.
I heave her up, seating her on the edge of the massive desk. Papers rustle; a fountain pen clatters to the floor. I don’t give a damn. Her legs open instinctively, locking around my waist. The fabric of her pants rubs against my hardness, and I bite her lower lip just to keep from shouting out.
“You have no idea how often I’ve pictured this,” I mutter, my fingers already sliding under the hem of her sweater. “How many nights I lay awake, imagining taking you right here. On this desk. In my house.”
She doesn’t use words. Instead, she yanks my shirt out of my pants, her nails scraping over my stomach.
I pull the sweater over her head and toss it somewhere into the room.
The black lace bra underneath is almost too beautiful to ruin—almost. One tug, and the clasp snaps open.
Her breasts spill into my hands, nipples firm.
I lean down, taking one into my mouth, biting lightly.
Jade gasps my name, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I want more. I want everything.
With one arm, I sweep the rest of the desk clear.
Pens, notepads, an old paperweight crash onto the carpet.
I lay her flat on the cool surface, unzipping her pants with one hand while the other already slides into her silk panties.
She’s wet. So goddamn wet. My fingers slide through her heat, circling her center, and she arches her back.
“Cayden… please…”
The word “please” coming from her mouth is better than any goal I’ve ever scored on the ice.
I strip her pants and panties off in one motion and hurl them over my shoulder. Then I grab her ankles, spreading her legs wide. She’s glistening before me, pink, swollen, dripping. I look at her, locking her gaze.
“You belong to me tonight. Do you understand?”
She nods, her breath shaky.
I drop to my knees before the desk. The carpet is soft. I drape her legs over my shoulders, pulling her hips to the very edge, and bury my face between her thighs.
The first stroke of my tongue is slow, savoring.
I lick from the bottom up, tasting her. She tastes exactly like I remember—sweet, musk, like woman and like home.
I circle her clit, sucking it gently between my lips while two fingers slide inside.
She’s tight. So tight I almost lose it just thinking about how she’ll feel around my cock in a minute.
Jade whimpers, her hips jerking. “Oh God… yes… right there…”
I speed up, my fingers mimicking the rhythm. Her hands clench in my hair, pulling me closer. I feel her thighs start to tremble.
But I want more. I want her to taste me, too.
I stand up, let my pants hit the floor. My cock springs free, thick, pulsing, the head already slick. I climb halfway onto the desk, turning her until we’re in a perfect 69 position. Her head hangs over the edge; my face is back between her legs.
“Take it,” I say, and she doesn’t hesitate for a second.
Her lips close around the head. She sucks me deep, her tongue swirling around the shaft while I dive back into her.
We taste each other like there’s no tomorrow.
Her moans vibrate against me, making my blood race.
I suck harder on her clit, my tongue mimicking a fuck, while my fingers spread her and a thumb presses lightly against her back entrance.
I feel her body tension peak. Her thighs quake around my head.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl against her. “Come on my tongue.”
She explodes. Only when she slows down do I pull away from her mouth, turn around, and position myself between her legs. The desk is exactly the right height.
I grab her hips, pull her to the edge, and thrust home.
“Fuuuuck…” I groan. She’s so tight, so hot.
Her walls grip me like a fist. I don’t give her a second to adjust. I drive into her deep, hard, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the library.
Every thrust makes her breasts bounce. I lean forward, sucking on her nipples, biting down as I take her with long, deep strokes.
“You feel so good… so goddamn good…” I pant. “I missed this. You. This.”
She wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper. “Harder… Cayden… please… I need you harder…”
I give her what she wants. I ram into her, the desk creaking under us. Her nails claw across my back, leaving red trails. I feel her peaking again, her body rhythmically squeezing around me. This time, I’m right on the edge with her—but I’m not ready to stop.
I pull out, ignoring her protesting whimper. I lift her off the desk, carrying her the few steps to the thick Persian rug in front of the fireplace. The fire is still crackling, casting golden shadows on her naked skin.
I lay on my back, my cock standing tall.
“Your turn,” I say hoarsely. “Ride me. Show me how much you want me.”
Jade kneels over me, legs flanking my hips. She looks at me—that mix of lust, love, and something dark I can’t quite read. Then she lowers herself slowly. Inch by inch, she swallows me into her heat. When she’s fully seated, we both moan at the same time.
Her hands brace against my chest. She starts to move—slow at first, grinding, making me feel every millimeter.
Then faster. Her hips roll; she rides me like a goddess.
Her breasts sway with every up and down, her hair falling wild around her face.
I grab her ass, helping her take me deeper, thrusting up from below.
“Just like that… fuck, Jade… ride it…”
She gets faster, wilder. Sweat glints on her skin. I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, sucking her nipples while she keeps riding. Our mouths find each other again, the kiss wet, desperate, full of all the words we haven’t said.
I feel the climax building—unstoppable.
“I’m gonna go…” I warn her.
“Inside me,” she pants. “Come inside me, Cayden. Please.”
That’s all I need. I ram one last time, deep, holding her tight against me as I explode. Hot pulses fill her, pumping and pumping until I collapse into her arms, shaking. She hits her peak at the same time, her cry muffled against my shoulder.
We stay like that, fused together, breathing hard. The fire crackles. Outside, the wind howls around the villa. I brush the damp hair out of her face, kissing her forehead, her closed eyelids.
“Stay with me,” I whisper. “Longer than the thirty days.”
She doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she presses her face into the crook of my neck, and I feel a single tear roll across my skin.
I don’t know what that tear means.
I only know I’m never letting her go again.
And tomorrow the world might look different.
But tonight, she’s mine.