85. Kaz
Fuck,she’s even more beautiful than I remember. It feels surreal to have Caelia back in my life. She could have chosen any place in the world, yet she decided to come back to me. I don’t know for how long I can keep this mask on. All I want is to hold her in my arms, kiss her, fuck her, and keep her by my side. I hope she knows what she’s doing. When she confessed her love for me, she sealed her fate. There’s no turning back now, and I have no intention of setting her free again. She belongs to me more than she ever did before. It feels like the greatest triumph of my life. However, I won’t make it easy for her. I want to see her uncertain for a little longer. I want her to suffer for everything she’s put me through.
“You should start by taking your clothes off.”
I expected her to fight me when I asked her to crawl to me, but it seems that she made peace with what she wants and needs. She’s willing to do anything for me now. This is the moment I’ve been expecting since I first saw her picture—when she would need me so badly that she’d do anything to have me.
“May I stand?” Her obedient voice turns me on even more.
“You may, solnyshko.”
I hadn’t planned on calling her zhizn moya again, but the words slipped out. I hate seeing her afraid and filled with doubt, but she deserves it. Eventually, I’ll admit that I never stopped thinking about her and that everything I told her the night before she left still stands, but not now. She stands and turns to face me before undressing slowly. She’s wearing a black skirt that ends just above her knees and a dark green silk shirt that I want to tear off her body. I clasp my hands together, observing her as she unbuttons the shirt. There’s a hunger inside me that only she can satisfy. I had seriously contemplated hunting her down and dragging her back to me, but this is far better than anything I could have imagined. Caelia is here of her own volition, begging for my forgiveness. The shirt is discarded, and she steps out of the skirt, standing before me in black lingerie. I wonder if she’s considered every detail that might drive me wild.
“Bend over at the edge of the bed.”
My patience wears thin, and every nerve in my body is aflame with anticipation. I don’t need to repeat myself. She does as I’ve asked, stretching her hands above her head. I can finally focus again for the first time since she left. I kneel behind her, curling my hand into a fist in her hair. I spank her ass cheeks repeatedly until her beautiful skin turns red, reveling in her moans. Instead of trying to escape, Caelia smiles at me. I know it hurts her, but she doesn’t complain.
“Lie on your back.”
She moves onto the bed obediently, like the good girl she is. I remove my shoes, gripping her by the neck and pressing her into the mattress as I position myself on my knees between her legs. Her eyes meet mine, begging me to forgive her and take whatever I need. She arches her back as my hand travels between her breasts, coming to rest on her stomach. I flatten my palm against her skin, sliding it up and down, deliberately avoiding the area she craves. Her skin is as soft and addictive as I remember. Parting her legs, I lift one onto my shoulder, caressing her calf, her thigh, up and down until she quivers.
“Is this what you want?”
“I need more, Kaz. Please, give me more.”
Music to my fucking ears.
“You’ll have to define what ‘more’ means.”
“I need to taste you,” she says, breathing deeply. “I need to taste myself on your fingers and on your mouth. I need you inside me.”
“No one forced you to run away.”
I remove my jacket and loosen my tie.
“I know. And I have no one to blame but myself.”
“Did you learn anything?” I twist her nipple between my fingers. I’ve missed her moans.
“I learned that I can’t live without you.”
I know exactly how that feels, but she’s asking me to trust her again. She has already burned me twice. One more time, and there won’t be anything left of me. Sucking her toes, I press my thumb against her clit. She’s already wet and ready for me. I lower myself onto the bed, kissing her inner thighs before burying my face between her legs. Sticking my tongue out, I barely graze her clit. Her body jerks as I run my tongue in circles. I kiss her pussy slowly. I have all the time in the world. This time, Caelia is not running away from me. I tease her entrance with my index finger, rubbing my finger up and down and focusing on her body’s reactions. Digging my fingers into her waist, I try to keep her still. Fuck, she’s dripping. She bends her leg, placing it on my shoulder, her fingers entwined in my hair. I haven’t fucked anyone else since she left. Now that I think about it, I haven’t fuck anyone else since I met her. What would even be the point? No one could compare to her. I push a finger inside her, sucking on her clit. She releases a half-moan and a half-scream, trembling under my touch. I know her body like my own. I stop when she’s seconds away from coming, grinning at the confused expression on her face when I stand up.
“I suppose I deserve this.” She laughs, breathless.
Resting on her elbows, Caelia watches as I undress, her surprise evident. I should continue punishing her, but she has earned this. It wasn’t easy for her to return to me and confess her feelings. It goes against her very nature. Caelia shifts onto her side as I settle beside her, my hands crossed behind my head. She struggles to contain a smile. Seizing her wrist, I pull her toward me. Straddling my thighs, she positions herself close to where I want her. Cupping a hand behind her back, she wraps her fingers around my erection, stroking it up and down. I groan, licking my lips. She lowers her body, rubbing her clit against the tip.
“What am I going to do with you, Caelia?”
“Whatever you want.” Her hand rests on my chest as she guides me inside her.
She’s my private hell and heaven combined. I wrap an arm around her waist, placing my other palm on her ass. She moves her hips lazily, and I let her, not doing anything to rush this. She leans forward, her forehead resting against mine.
“I missed you so much,” she confesses. “I should’ve never left. I should’ve come back sooner.”
Caelia stares into my eyes as she leans in and kisses me, doing the same thing I’ve thought of doing since she stepped through that door. She still fits perfectly against me. I can try fighting her, but it won’t get me anywhere. I slip my tongue inside her mouth. Her body is barely moving as she’s pouring all her focus into kissing me. Eons pass before she gasps for air. I continue kissing her neck, her arm, and every inch of her skin within reach. She moans when I suck on her nipple, her pussy throbbing with need. I cup her chin and kiss her again, realizing I will never have my fill of her.
“Kaz?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Marry me,” she says against my lips. “Even if you can’t forgive me now, I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness.”
That will prove quite the challenge.