Epilogue Part 2
Caden
Firestarter:
Don’t back out.
I believe in you.
Bas called you a pussy by the way.
Voice note from Bas:
>play<
Firestarter:
Don’t listen! He most definitely called you a pussy.
I’d booked out the entire restaurant.
No staff, no other guests, just Aeris and me surrounded by candlelight and the glittering view of the Thames. I wanted her all to myself tonight.
It was a date, because Aeris deserved the cute dates. She deserved the movie nights and the stolen kisses in the rain.
She deserved the fucking world, and I planned to give it to her.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, her red-painted lips curving.
“You.”
Aeris laughed, the sound wrapping around me like the greatest fucking symphony.
She looked breathtaking in that dress, the deep-green fabric clinging to every curve as she sat across from me. Every inch the siren she was.
“Come here,” I demanded, crooking a finger.
Cocking her head, Aeris slowly stood.
Anticipation hummed between us, this electricity that seemed to prickle across my skin, vibrating with the simple awareness of each other.
As soon as she was close enough I grabbed her hand, lifting her effortlessly to set her on the edge of the table.
My hands slid up her smooth legs, pushing the hem of her dress higher until it bunched around her hips.
She smirked when I looked down to find her already bare.
Fuck.
This woman was going to be the death of me.
“Open your legs,” I demanded, knowing we were alone. We’d finished our dessert a while ago, and I’d paid the staff a fucking fortune to fuck off and give us privacy.
Aeris swallowed, her knees remaining stubbornly closed. “Or what?”
I leaned in, pressing my lips deceptively gently against her exposed shoulder, then higher, against the frantic pulse in her throat. “Oh, Tempest,” I whispered against her ear, letting my breath ghost over her skin. “Do you really want to find out?”
Her breathing hitched, a flush spreading across her chest as her body betrayed her. I could already smell how wet she was. Her body reacting to my threat like it did every time.
“Remember,” I murmured, nipping at her earlobe, “only good girls get to come.” My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, aching to bury itself inside her, but this wasn’t about me tonight. “Last warning. Open your fucking legs.”
She smirked, eyes dancing with wicked delight. “Make me.”
Fucking brat.
My hands hooked beneath her knees, opening them forcibly until she was spread out like a feast before me. “Lie back,” I growled, dropping into my chair.
She was soaked—fucking dripping—her pretty cunt glistening under the candlelight, begging for my mouth.
I groaned against her, tasting her properly as I dragged my tongue through her folds, licking her like I was starving, like I hadn’t just eaten a meal, because nothing tasted as good as her.
I didn’t slow when she gasped and squirmed on the table, our glasses tumbling and smashing against the expensive wood.
“Fucking delicious,” I rasped against her pussy. “You taste like you belong to me.”
Aeris moaned loudly, one hand flying into my hair as her thighs tried to clamp around my head.
I shoved them back open and slid two thick fingers deep inside her, curling them against that spot that always made her fall apart.
Sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, I didn’t stop, wouldn’t until I’d forced her first orgasm out so I could begin the second.
Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing through the empty restaurant in a sound that was pure sin. And I wanted more, needing her to scream my name as she shattered into a million pieces.
She came hard, back arching as her pussy pulsed around my fingers. She cried out, but I didn’t stop, licking and sucking her through every wave, drawing out her pleasure until she was shaking and gasping. Oversensitive and wrecked.
Only then did I rise, capturing her lips in a deep, filthy kiss so she could taste herself on my tongue. Aeris moaned into my mouth, her hands fisting my shirt as though trying to keep me exactly where I was. The sound sent another pulse of raw need straight to my cock.
But I wasn’t nearly done with her tonight.
Tugging her dress back down her thighs with deliberate care, I lifted her into my arms. She didn’t protest as I carried her out of the restaurant to the car.
She stayed soft and pliant when I set her in the passenger seat, letting me buckle her in.
My knuckles brushed her cheek, and she leaned into the touch, eyes heavy lidded in that post-orgasm haze I was quickly becoming obsessed with.
Because I was the only one able to see her like this, completely relaxed, like she trusted me to take care of her.
My hand stayed on her thigh the entire drive home, fingers tracing slow, possessive circles against her skin. By the time we reached the building, I was aching to taste her again.
The second the private lift doors closed, I pressed her against the mirrored wall and kissed her like a man starved, like tasting her on my tongue wasn’t nearly enough.
My hands roamed her body, gripping her hips, sliding up to cup her breasts.
She moaned into my mouth, arching against me, fingers threading through my hair as if she couldn’t get close enough.
Which was good, because she wasn’t going anywhere. Not when I was addicted to her. To her taste. To the sounds she made. To the way she melted under my touch even when she fought me.
The lift dinged.
We barely pulled apart as the doors opened, only to be attacked by a golden blur.
Killer yipped excitedly, jumping at my legs and then Aeris’s, clearly offended we’d left him alone for so long. His tail wagged so hard his entire body shook.
Aeris laughed breathlessly, crouching down to stroke through his hair.
With a whistled command, Killer trotted backwards just like we’d practiced. He scratched at the floor, rolling his ball with his nose before giving Aeris his play with me eyes.
I watched her, something warm and dangerously possessive settling deep in my chest. She looked perfect like this: flushed and laughing, smiling softly, playing with our dog in our home …
With me.
By the time she noticed the diamond and pearl ring on his collar, I was already down on one knee.
“Aeris,” I said when she turned, needing to get the words out before I burst. “I’m not a good man.
I’ve killed. I’ve tortured. I’ve burned down everything and everyone that ever threatened what’s mine.
And from the moment you blackmailed me, from the second you looked me in the eye and tried to play me …
I knew you were going to be the most dangerous thing in my life. ”
Her eyes widened. “Caden …”
“I wasn’t even sure I believed in love. Not after seeing what it does to people. How it destroys them.” My gaze locked onto hers. “But then there was you.”
Aeris’s breath caught softly.
“You got under my skin. You drove me fucking insane. You made me crave the chaos, the games, the fight … You came into my life like this violent storm and turned my cold, empty house into a home with all your trinkets and beautiful chaos. I wasn’t even sure I believed in this kind of happiness, until you. ”
A radiant smile broke across her face. “So romantic,” she teased, though her voice trembled with emotion. “Is this the part where I say yes?”
“Yes is the only answer,” I said, closing our distance so I could curl my hand around her jaw and tilt her face up towards mine. “I told you, Tempest. Every breath. Every thought. Every fucking heartbeat. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
“Hmm, tempting …” she murmured, eyes gleaming with that familiar spark of defiance and desire.
My fingers slid lower, pressing lightly against the side of her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch.
Aeris let out a soft, breathless laugh.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” she whispered in that husky voice that always destroyed me. “Aren’t you going to kiss the girl?”
She was never meant to be his…
good thing he’s never followed the rules.
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