The reminder stirred the anger he’d become familiar with, and a quick glance at his arm confirmed his suspicion. The veins, which still had not faded, moved past his elbows.
Her eyes followed his, and she gasped. “What is that?”
Straightening, he grabbed her hips and pulled them closer. “It’snothing.” Before she could ask again, he lined up his cock and slid into her, almost yelling from the sensation.
“Caius,” she breathed and immediately squeezed around him.
It felt like she was actually here. His dick dragging against her smooth muscles was too much, and he didn’t know how long he could last. “Are you okay?” he breathed, praying she said yes.
Her hips lifted. “If you don’t move faster, I might die,” she groaned.
He grinned, pushed deeper, and watched as she threw her head back. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
With one hand under her thigh, he leaned forward and kissed her as he thrust into her warm body. “I will fuck you every night if you’ll let me.” Moving faster, he dropped his forehead to her shoulder, and she clawed at his back, writhing beneath him.
“I love you, Caius,” she breathed.
Lifting his head, he kissed her again. “I love you, too.” His movements came harder and faster, the slapping of their bodies filling the air.
Without thinking, he bit her neck with an animalistic need to mark her as his. The sounds she made were driving him over the edge, and he wished he had his shadows to move against her clit so his hands could touch her everywhere else. He couldn’t control them here, so he propped himself up and moved his fingers between them.
She got louder, and satisfaction made his body buzz. He sat on his knees and removed his thumb, making her groan. “I need to come.”
“You will,” he drawled as he slowed his strokes. As she palmed her breasts, he pushed deep and slow, wanting to savor the feel of her. His thumb ran around the soft skin of her pussy, teasing everything but her clit.
It took everything in him not to pull out and replace his fingers with his tongue. The refusal to touch her clit made her squirm, and he coasted his thumb across the sensitive spot, giving her what she craved.
“Fuck, Caius, touch it again,” she begged.
“Mmm.” He grinned. “I love every part of your cunt, Miss Raven, and it is not to be ignored.” Adding more pressure, he continued to slide his fingers along the slick area as he fucked her slowly, brushing over her clit again.
When she tried to lift her hips, he flipped his hand palm side up to slide his middle finger inside of her with his next stroke. His digit moved in and out with his body, and he curled it forward.
Pushing as deep as he could, he moaned when her panting came faster as he flicked the tip of his finger. Her cries were a symphony he would recall in his darkest hours, and he watched where their bodies connected.
“I wish you could see your pussy swallow every inch of me,” he told her as he slowed to enjoy the sight. Again and again, his cock and finger disappeared inside of her, and on the next outstroke, he paused to add another finger, groaning at how she tightened around him.
She squirmed and made incoherent noises, and when he curled both fingers, she came undone.
He moved faster, grunting as she convulsed, and once her muscles relaxed, he removed his hand and felt his balls grow tight. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed when her glazed-over eyes looked into his.
She grinned and flipped them over. “It’s my turn to take a ride,” she said in a sultry tone as she lifted her body. He hissed, and when she sheathed him with her cunt, his hips slammed skyward.
With her hands braced on his chest, she rolled her hips, and it was too much. He wanted to see her come again, and holding off his own release would be a challenge.
He ran his hands up her sides and over her breasts to massage them as she rode his cock. “Caius,” she breathed and rocked faster, grinding her clit against his pelvis.
“Come,” he commanded, and her hooded eyes flashed wide. His hips swiveled beneath her, and she bounced up and down, throwing her head back with a long moan.
Her pussy clenched around him, and she cried out, making hisdick throb right before he came, filling her completely. Their movements slowed, and their chests heaved as their surroundings shimmered.
“Shit,” he breathed, and she leaned forward to kiss him. “Time to wake up.”
Caius stoodin the kitchens with a bowl of ice cream just before dawn. Their soulscape ended earlier than usual, and he didn’t know why. Did someone intentionally wake Rory?
He shoveled another spoonful into his mouth and licked his lips after he swallowed. Sugar de-stressed him, always had since he was a child. His mother would catch him hiding in the kitchen cupboards with a piece of cake clutched in his hands and crumbs covering his shirt.
“Did you leave any for the rest of us?” a teasing voice asked from the doorway.
