Chapter 17 #3
Caleb feels me shaking around him, his grin pressed against my throat. “That’s it, Princess. That’s what I wanted. You falling apart on my hand, moaning for me like I own you.” His voice is rough, hungry, vibrating against my skin. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
He withdraws his hand, and the sudden emptiness makes me whimper despite myself. He drags his slick fingers up my body, smearing me across my stomach, before slipping them between my lips. “Taste yourself,” he growls, pressing past my mouth. “That’s how good you are.”
I moan around his fingers, heat flushing through me, my defiance crumbling in pieces I can’t gather back together.
“Good girl,” he mutters, pulling his hand free. Then he shifts, sliding down my body, spreading my thighs wide with rough hands. My robe is nothing now, just useless silk tangled around me as he settles between my legs.
“Caleb—” My voice breaks, unsteady and raw.
He looks up at me, eyes blazing, lips wet from me already. “Don’t fight me now, Eve. You’ve already given yourself away.” His mouth curves, triumphant. “You’re mine tonight, and I’m going to eat this pretty pussy until you admit it.”
The first swipe of his tongue makes my back bow off the couch, a strangled cry ripping from my throat. He licks me long and slow, savoring, before circling my clit with the precision of a man who knows what he wants.
“God, you taste like heaven and sin all at once,” he groans into me, his voice vibrating through my core. “Tell me again you don’t want this. Tell me while you’re coming undone all over my tongue.”
I clutch at the cushions, nails biting deep into the fabric, but my body betrays me again, hips jerking against his mouth. “You’re impossible,” I whisper, but it’s weak, broken, trembling with need.
He laughs low against me, the vibration making me gasp. “You’re already soaking my face, Princess. That’s not impossible. That’s you loving every second of me devouring you.”
Then he sucks my clit into his mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly, and my sharp denial dies in a broken cry.
“Look at you,” he mutters between licks. “So damn responsive.” He drags his tongue through me again, deeper, harder. “Tell me you love how I make you feel.”
I shake my head weakly, but the sound that comes out of me is a broken moan, my thighs trembling against his shoulders.
He sucks my clit harder, tongue flicking mercilessly, and my whole body bows off the couch, teetering on the edge of release.
I can feel it coiling, hot and unbearable, so close I can taste it.
And then—he stops.
“Caleb!” I cry out, the word sharp, ragged, furious. My hips jerk against empty air as he pulls his mouth away, leaving me shaking, throbbing, unsatisfied.
He looks up at me from between my thighs, his lips slick, his smile predatory. “Not yet, Princess. Not until you stop lying to yourself.”
“Bastard,” I hiss, my body aching, desperate, but he just slides his fingers slowly along my folds, keeping me trembling on the edge without giving me more.
My chest heaves, fury and want tangled in every breath.
I've never let anyone reduce me to this—begging, breaking, completely at their mercy.
I hate that it's him. I hate that I want it.
He smirks, leaning close, his breath hot against my soaked skin. “You’re just too stubborn to admit how much you need it.” And with that, his mouth hovers just above me, close enough for me to feel his breath, but not touching. The tease is maddening. My whole body trembles, straining for him.
“Admit what you want, Eve,” he growls softly.
“Or I won’t let you come.” I squeeze my eyes shut, my nails digging into the cushions so hard they tear the fabric.
Every nerve in my body is straining, trembling, begging.
He hovers so close, the heat of his breath a torment, but he won’t give me what I need.
“Come on, Princess,” he rasps, sliding one finger slowly through my folds but refusing to press where I need it most. “Say the words, and I’ll give you everything.
” A choked sound rips out of me, half sob, half growl.
My pride claws at me, demanding silence, but my body betrays me—shuddering, aching, desperate for release.
“No one—” My voice cracks, breaking. “No one’s ever made me feel like this.”
His eyes flash dark satisfaction, but he waits, merciless, his lips hovering just above me. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He presses his thumb against my clit before retreating, leaving me whimpering. “Do you want me to make you come, Eve?”
I break. The words tear out of me, raw and desperate. “I want it. I want you. Please, Caleb—Make me come.”
He curses against my skin, the sound ragged, before his mouth seals over me again—hungrier now, uncontrolled, tongue and lips relentless. His fingers drive back inside me, curling hard, his thumb grinding in ruthless circles until my wanton cry rips through the air, sharp and shattering.
“That’s it,” he snarls against me, devouring me as I fall apart. “That’s my girl. Come for me, Princess. Come all over my mouth.”
And I do—body convulsing, back arching violently off the couch, his name torn from my throat in a scream I can’t stop. He doesn’t let up, his tongue and fingers pushing me through it, wringing every last drop of pleasure from me until I collapse, trembling, boneless beneath him.
When he finally lifts his head, his lips glisten, his grin dark and wicked. “See?” he mutters, voice rough, wrecked with hunger. “You can lie to yourself all you want, Eve. But you can’t lie to me.”
I’m still trembling, limp, my breath ragged. Every nerve in me is raw, over-sensitized, but he doesn’t give me a chance to recover. He crawls up my body, bracing himself above me, his mouth crushing mine in a kiss that tastes like salt, wine, and the wreckage he’s made of me.
“Caleb—” I gasp into his mouth, but it’s not protest anymore. It’s need.
“Tell me you want it,” he growls, grinding against me, and I feel him hard, straining, pulsing through his pants.
“I want it,” I whisper, the words spilling out before pride can stop them.
That’s all he needs. His hands are on me again, dragging the robe completely off, tearing at the lace until it’s nothing but scraps.
He rises just long enough to shove his pants down, freeing himself, thick and heavy, flushed with arousal.
My breath catches at the sight, anticipation and dread tangling in my stomach.
He grabs my thighs and spreads me wide, settling between them with ruthless intent. “Look at you,” he rasps, dragging the head of his cock through my slick folds, coating himself in me. “Fucking perfect. You’re mine, Eve.”
The first thrust steals the air from my lungs. He pushes in slow, deliberate, stretching me open inch by inch until I’m gasping, nails biting into his back. “Caleb—God—”
“So tight,” he snarls, bracing his forearm beside my head as his hips press deeper. “Still so fucking tight after everything.”
A broken cry tears from me when he bottoms out, filling me completely, overwhelming. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams forward again, harder, faster, setting a pace that has me clinging to him, my pride in tatters with every moan ripped from my throat.
“You can hate me all you want,” he groans, his mouth hot against my neck. “But you love how I fuck you.”
My reply is a sobbed curse, my body arching as he pounds into me, hitting that spot again and again until my vision blurs. His thumb finds my clit, ruthless even as his hips piston, and the pleasure slams into me hard and fast.
“Caleb!” I cry out his name as my climax tears through me, violent, unstoppable, every muscle locking as I convulse around him.
His growl is guttural, primal, his thrusts harder, desperate now as he buries himself deep. “That’s it, Princess. Come on my cock.”
I shatter again, raw and helpless, and it drags him with me.
He slams into me one last time, his body stiffening, his groan muffled against my throat as he spills inside me, hot and unrelenting.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the frantic pound of our hearts.
He stays pressed against me, buried deep, his mouth on my skin, his breath harsh and uneven.
Finally, he lifts his head, his eyes dark but softened, a dangerous smile curving his lips. “Still think you don’t want this?”
And I can’t answer. Not because I don’t have the words, but because my body has already given him the only answer that matters.