“I didn’t want to go with them. You have to believe me,” she says, crawling closer. My hands come up to grip her by the shoulders to once again push her off, but she clasps onto my thighs to anchor herself.
Our struggles become a sloppy wrestling match where I growl and whisk her off my lap. I flip her over ’til she’s pressed down into the mattress and I’m hovering above with teeth barred like the beast I transform into.
Nevaeh’s a bundle of energy underneath me, squirming for the first chance to slip free.
The tense air between us has only intensified. I’m pissed off and half hard in my sweatpants while she’s frustrated and desperate. We glare into each other’s eyes in our own form of telepathic communication.
“I told you to get out,” I grunt.
“And I’ve told you I want to be by your side.”
I squeeze her wrists. Roughly but keeping in mind my strength and her petite size. Just enough to seize her attention and make it clear I’m not falling for her antics. I’m serious when I say I want her gone.
But Nevaeh merely tilts her chin up at me in defiance. If she’s going to leave, I’ll have to physically remove her myself.
“It would be best if you leave. You’ll be spared my wrath.”
“I want your wrath… I want what you’ll give me…” She arches her malleable body so she comes up within inches of my face, so close it once again seems like she’s about to kiss me. She stops just close enough that her full lips almost graze mine. “I’ll take what you give, Cael. If you want to be angry with me, then be angry. Yell. Break things.”
“Punish you, mia bella ballerina.”
She double blinks, surprised for half a second, then she agrees. “Yes. Punish me. Just don’t push me away. Please.”
Her offer pierces through the heady anger/arousal combo that’s driving me. I consider it peering into the shiny dark orbs that make up her eyes, and I see the desperation on my ballerina’s beautiful face. She’s reached a breaking point where she’ll take whatever she can if it means having something of me.
If only she hadn’t made me this way. She wouldn’t have to settle for pieces; I’d have given her everything.
But as in love with her as I am, the bad blood between us roars stronger. It consumes me ’til I’m reminded why I can no longer stand her presence. She’s nothing more than a reminder of the betrayal that revealed a deep vulnerability of mine.
That doesn’t stop me from taking her up on her offer. My urges still pulse through me, driving me to a place where only basic instincts matter. I’ll take what I want, and she’ll have to accept the new reality of our marriage.
The man who tried to make her life enjoyable as my wife is gone. He died the day she left our home.
I make the snap decision in a quick flash of movement. I go from hovering over Nevaeh to lying under her. She comes along, yanked up and deposited into my lap. We’ve returned to where we started, where she’d climbed astride me. I pull my huge, throbbing erection out and grab her by the hips to lift her and align us.
“You want what I give you, bella?” I snarl, feeling hot with arousal. I pull her down onto me with a yelp from her as I’m surrounded by instant warmth, and she struggles to accommodate my size. “Fine. Then ride my cock. And don’t you dare fucking stop ’til I fill this pussy all the way up.”
TWELVE
Nevaeh
Caelian’s larger thanmost men in every way. He’s the size of a titan, with the thick, heavy appendage to match. It’s only been a few days since the last time we’ve been together, but that doesn’t matter—he’ll always be a lot to accommodate.
Now is no different.
I grab hold of his member and help guide it into myself. The fat, round head pushes past my entrance, the pressure building up ’til he’s slipping inside and I’m stretching around him. I sink down as far as I can handle, angling my hips. An immediate shudder racks through me at taking him so deep so quickly.
I have to pause to catch the breath my lungs lost.
For his part, Caelian welcomes me. He coaxes me. He groans as he slides in and squeezes my thighs to keep me where I am, where he is planted deep inside.
“Yes, Nevi,” he rumbles. “You like having your little pussy filled up by my cock? Tell me how good it feels.”
I shudder again, my breaths short. “Mmm… Cael… it’s so good. So much… but it feels good.”
“You know what to do. Ride my cock. Take every fucking inch.”
I begin undulating my hips, going slow, building to more. My motions are fluid and smooth like the dancer I am. Caelian’s thick, throbbing member slides in and out of me. In every time I rock my hips toward him. Out every time my hips rock away.
