Chapter forty-four Kaden
Chapter forty-four
Kaden
Ilie awake into the early morning hours, my hands tucked under my head as I stare at the ceiling. Upstairs, everything is calm and silent, the eternal restfulness of people dreaming blissfully. They have no idea that a beast lurks below them, waiting to strike.
I’ve done my own digging on Dylan. He isn’t the picture-perfect man everyone paints him to be.
Far from it. Melody has no idea what he’s done, but she will soon enough.
I need to bide my time well and make her see that we’re meant for each other.
That’s my first plan of attack—make her forget all about the fucking snake she’s engaged to.
The final blow will be dealt once I’ve frayed their bond so thin it could shatter under anything.
I’m withholding vital information, but I need her to see it herself. She won’t trust my word, and I need her to get the suspicion first. In the meantime, I can make Dylan’s life hell.
Call it justice.
He deserves far worse than what I have planned for him…
Sorry, sack of shit.
I lift up, extending my arms beside me as I stretch. I swing my legs around, rising before I kick my boots off. I quietly take the stairs, not a sound disturbing the peace as I creep towards Melody’s old room.
I open the door, taking in her still form in the dark. The one thing about my sister is that she never could sleep with a single light on. It makes it all too easy to slip into the shadows of her safe space. I close the door behind me, letting it click softly before I near her.
She’s on her back, her hair sprawled across the pillows as her chest rises and falls evenly.
One arm is slung above her head while her other hand grips the sheets tightly.
She’s in a silk nightie, the light pink bust straining against the mounds of her breasts.
I can see her nipples through the fabric, and my cock pulses at the sight of her.
It’s hard to make out her soft features in the dark, but as my eyes adjust, I rake them over every delicious inch I can. The gentle swell of her stomach, the curves that dip near her waist before flaring out into wide hips, and her dainty neck.
I’m starving for her.
I stalk to the end of her twin bed, formulating in my head how to do this without waking her. She’s bound to rise the moment my mouth touches her, but I can’t wait another second.
I drop to my knees, lifting the thick duvet as I shove myself forward and run my hands up her bare legs.
She’s smooth and soft, making for my deepest fantasies that I’ve lived over and over again with my cock in my hand.
All I could imagine was her, on her knees for me, bent over my bike, or on her back, reaching out for me as I fucked her within an inch of her sanity.
It’s always been her.
I inch closer until I get to the thickness of her thighs, and my eyes close. To feel her at the tips of my fingers again is like being rewarded for committing atrocities. I know I’m taking from her, but I need her to feel this. To feel us.
My lips whisper against the skin of her inner thigh, darkness surrounding me as I get closer and closer to her pussy. Every kiss is bliss, burning into her flesh as I push further.
She rustles from above, making me stop as a low sound escapes her. She doesn’t wake.
Even in her sleep, she responds to me.
I continue, my mouth hot and waiting as my nose brushes against her clothed slit. Her scent, heady and tantalizing, draws me closer as my face presses into her panties. They’re cotton, the soft fabric tickling my chin as I nuzzle into her.
She shifts again, her hand falling beside my head as she gives a breathless little sound in her throat. She’s still asleep, but she feels me.
I wrap my hands around her thighs, holding her hips in place as I shoulder her legs. My cock is throbbing against my jeans painfully as I open my mouth and my tongue lavishes her through the thin barricade.
I’m sloppy, my hungry sounds filling the blanket as I salivate at the taste of her. It explodes across my tongue, making me push harder against her clothes just to get better access. I want the evidence there—a reminder of what I’ve done to my precious sister in the dark.
Her hand slides across my head as her left leg twitches. She’s rousing.
I use one hand to ball the cotton up before yanking it to the side and plunging back in. She’s fucking soaked, and it only makes me more eager as I find her swollen clit and suck.
She gasps, her whole body tensing as her fingers curl into the blanket over my head. “Dylan?” She whispers, her voice drunk with sleep.
I growl deep in my throat before shaking my head against her folds, creating a side-to-side motion that used to have her coming in seconds.
“Oh, fuck,” she curses breathlessly, her abdomen coiling. Her back bows off the bed, and I shove deeper into her as I release her hip with one hand and slick a finger through the wetness dripping from her.
I shove two digits deep inside of her, her skin kissing my knuckle as she whimpers loudly. She’s so fucking tight, pulsing around my fingers as if she’s milking them.
“Dylan!” She begs on a rasp, and I snap.
My other hand leaves her hip before shoving out of the covers. I slap it over her mouth tightly, enjoying my meal without the reminder of her fucking fiancé, who has no idea his future wife’s thighs are wrapped around my ears as she face fucks me.
Melody’s hips lift off the bed, her sounds muffled as she grinds into my stroking tongue.
She’s soaking my chin as my fingers pump in and out of her.
I can feel her stretching around them, her pussy fluttering as she grips me like a vice.
Her hands are begging for purchase, but continue to slip from my head before I shove the covers off of me and guide her to my strands.
She takes two handfuls, tossing her head back as she writhes with pleasure.
She can’t see me in the dark or with her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as she rambles. “You—oh, god—you’ve never done it like this before.”
Hmm. It seems Dylan doesn’t know how to eat pussy. How embarrassing for him.
That’s okay, Dyl. I’ll take care of her for you.
My dark thoughts spread, infecting my blood as I bear down, and my hand moves faster. I curl my fingers, hitting her G-spot roughly as she gives a breathless scream. She pulls on my hair so roughly that a few strands break, but I don’t care. Not while she’s coming all over my fucking face.
Her release drenches me, and I drink it greedily. I don’t slow down, even when she becomes oversensitive and starts pushing my head away.
“S-stop!” She stutters.
But there’s one final thing I’m after. Something I’ve missed.
I shake my head against her, coaching for the pressure to release. She sucks in a stunted moan, her legs trying to close around my ears as she attempts to scoot herself away.
But it’s too late.
I feel the moment it gives, her release gushing from her like a fountain and bathing my face. My lips drip with her, and I lick it up before I can lose her essence. The bedding is ruined, with dark, wet spots beneath us, but it’s only a victory in my eyes.
Melody pants, her body loosening as she sags into the bed. She smacks a hand lightly over the back of my head. “I told you to stop!”
I smirk against her folds, keeping my choice words to myself.
“Get up here and cuddle me,” she commands softly. “And you’re washing the sheets tomorrow.”
I know she thinks I’m Dylan, but I’m not going to shatter this illusion just yet. Not when I have her in my arms for the first time in six years.
I’m careful as I extract myself, keeping my face as far away from her as I can, as I settle in behind her.
I wrap my arm around her waist, dragging her close to me as I nestle my head into her neck and breathe her in.
She reaches a hand behind me, rubbing my back tenderly, and in this moment, I allow myself to fall deeper into this dream.
The dream where Melody knows it’s me and her affection is mine to possess.