Chapter 15 #2
“Pretty much.” Caeo pulls his shirt the rest of the way off, his muscles rippling with the motion. He brings his hands to the back of my neck, fingers pinching the fabric of my collar.
He raises an eyebrow. “Your turn?”
I take a deep breath, then nod.
Caeo releases the clasp, and the top of my dress tumbles down, cool air kissing my breasts. His gaze drops, fingers tickling my skin, then he scoops them in his hands, brushing my nipples with his thumbs. I gasp as they harden at his touch, a spike of pleasure surging between my legs.
“You like that?” He pinches my nipple between his fingers, then flicks them away with a sharp tug. My knees buckle as a sound I’ve never made before bursts from my lips.
A mischievous grin stretches across his face. “I’ll definitely have you screaming by the end of this.”
Just like that, my body runs out of patience. Carnal desire floods me, drowning whatever inklings of hesitation my mind had left.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I tug my dress down, revealing all of me. My breath trembles, worried I’ve already been too brazen, but one look at Caeo tells me I didn’t make a fool of myself for once.
He steps back, his gaze so heavy as it trails along my body that its weight presses against my skin. He swallows, and his voice comes out thick.
“Get on the bed.”
With anticipation coiling within me, a twist away from snapping, I lie down on the stiff sheets, surrendering myself to him. He’s on me before my next inhale, his lips colliding with mine.
His fingers trail up my body until they’re tugging at my nipple, teasing it, sending a jolt racing from my breast to the spot between my thighs with every pull.
I break free of his kiss, unable to contain the gasps tumbling out of me.
I flush with embarrassment, but the need pulsing within me shatters all thoughts of shame.
My legs part, aching for him. It’s unbearable.
“I need you to touch me.”
He laughs, then releases my nipple, leaving it tingling as he tiptoes his fingers along my belly.
“Like this?”
His eyes stay locked on mine as his hand glides between my slick folds. He brushes his fingers against the spot that sends a shudder through my whole body, elevated by the intensity of his gaze.
“Ohhhh.” The sound quivers out as his eyes pierce into me. Until this moment, intimacy was a foreign concept, but now I understand. I’m laid bare before him, completely defenseless, but without fear.
And I need more.
“Is this the spot?” His thumb flicks, and I cry out, eyes widening.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Caeo slips from my grasp, and I reach for him, protesting the loss of his warmth. He runs his hand through his raven hair, pushing it out of his eyes, then presses my legs apart.
The heat of his breath against my bud of nerves sends me trembling, and then his tongue flicks against me and my body shakes, a loud wail rippling out of me.
With each sweep of his tongue, more and more pressure builds. My legs buck and kick, but he holds them down. My fingers clench around the bedsheets as my back arches, each stroke pulling noises from deep within me I didn’t know I could make.
An overwhelming need awakens—to be filled, utterly, completely, by him. I grasp frantically at his hair as he sends wave after euphoric wave crashing through me.
“Caeo, stop.”
My fingers tighten, twisting among his raven locks. He relents, my core throbbing as he meets my eyes.
“You really want me to stop right now?”
I catch my breath as heat radiates through me. This is it—the moment I’ve dreamed of, that I never imagined I’d be bold enough to claim before knowing him.
“I want you in me.”
Something flickers in his eyes—admiration, or dare I believe something more—and then he releases me, tugging at his pants. The cold air tickles my flesh as he takes far too long to remove them, but then he’s free, and my eyes trail down his abdomen to his thick, erect form.
Every inch of me tightens in anticipation.
Then he climbs on top of me, shifting my legs apart.
“Relax.” His voice is soft, and the scent of me on his skin sends my mind reeling over the abyss.
I shake out a nod, my lips clamoring for his.
For a moment, all he does is kiss me, and I melt beneath his weight as his tongue slips into my mouth, tasting myself on his lips.
My legs spread, my hips pressing against him, begging to be filled.
Caeo’s hand slides down my pelvis, adjusting its angle, then his firm tip strokes against my entrance.
He eases himself in.
I cry out as I stretch around him, a bite of pain stinging through me, and my fingers claw deep into his back. But it’s everything I need.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
I nod frantically. “Keep going.”
His forehead presses against mine, our eyes locked, and he slowly thrusts into me, deeper and deeper every time.
“Move with me,” he says, the words heavy with his breath.
It takes a few tries to match his rhythm, but once I do, pleasure surges through me with every rock of our hips. I cling to him as our breaths unite, accelerating with his every thrust.
All traces of pain subside, his momentum rolling through me, drawing cry after cry from my lips, and he breathes in each one. I can’t get enough of him, my fingers clutching so fiercely they hurt.
This is everything I never knew I wanted. This ecstasy, this feeling of oneness. With him.
With a sharp, sudden thrust, Caeo stops, his eyes sparking with a matching grin.
“Ready to scream for me?”
My core tightens. “What?”
He hooks his arms under my knees, pushing my legs toward my chest. I see stars with his next thrust, tears forming in my eyes as he drives into me, so hard, so deep, picking up his pace. I’m wailing between ragged breaths as pleasure builds to a crescendo, twisting tighter and tighter and tighter.
Just as it becomes too much to bear, everything shatters in a blinding rush. A final cry rips out of me as my body spasms, then I turn into jelly as pure relief washes over me.
Caeo continues thrusting until a shudder ripples through him, and he cries out as he spills himself within me. He collapses, and my core throbs as he pants against my neck, still buried inside me. It’s impossible to know where he ends and I begin.
I bring my hand to his face, toying with his sweaty hair as the candlelight flickers in his exhausted eyes.
Something flutters in my heart. An awakening, a closeness I’ve never felt before.
The steady warmth floods my entire body, crashing through me like a wave, and the words spill out before I can stop them.
“I love you.”
My chest tightens, suddenly unsure—is that really what this is, or just what I want it to be? It feels too soon. Almost unnaturally so. But then Caeo’s eyes gleam as he breathes out a smile.
“I love you, too.”
An almost magical tingle spreads through me. “I could stay like this forever.”
“Your legs might start to hurt.”
As if that were their cue, my thighs tremble, aching where they meet my pelvis.
I groan, and Caeo laughs, kissing me again before rolling away with a matching grumble.
Scooting against the wall to make room for him, I rest my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest, watching it move up and down as his breathing slows.
“I don’t want to forget this.”
Caeo rests his hand on mine and gives it a tight squeeze.
“Then I’ll stay, for as long as you’ll let me.”