“What about Ms. P? Cael, you can’t?—”
“I’m not going to do anything to her yet,” he interrupts. “She’s lying to us. But I’m not convinced she is a traitor. There must be something else.”
“Are you feeling alright? You seemed so exhausted last night. You slept so much.”
“The treatment will help. You have a treatment of your own today. Another appointment with the fertility doctor. I have arranged for them to come to us this time. We’re not taking any more chances going into the city and risking another attempt on your life.”
I’d argue with him about it if I weren’t more concerned about his condition. Caelian tries to come across as strong and powerful… and heis. But he’s also a man. He’s mortal like the rest of us. His illness is a very real threat.
He’d once told me it wasn’t a matter of if but when he succumbed to it…
Our snuggling turns into heavy petting as Caelian seeks to soothe me and I find myself reciprocating. He slips me under him, his hands gliding over the curves of my sore, achy body.
I’m more than just mentally tired from a night struggling to sleep.
My body’s achier than usual, breasts tender and back sore, but as soon as Caelian’s large hands start touching me, little pulses of pleasure make it better.
A moan hums from my throat.
I reach for him, fingers on his nape, and drag his mouth down to mine.
We kiss and grind together. His hands slide under my cotton nightgown and find my panties. I lift my hips for him, a wordless invitation he quickly understands.
The pair is rolled down ’til I’m kicking them off the heel of my foot and Caelian’s positioning himself between my thighs.
He’s taken his cock out, his huge length erect and throbbing in the morning light.
He kisses me deeper as he lines himself up and then slides into my pussy.
A burst of tingles explode inside me. I moan despite myself, mouth dropping open wider against his. My body writhes in answer to his invading mine, hips naturally rocking as I take him in.
He’s so thick and girthy it’ll always be so much to handle.
But always so, so good.
Always just what I need.
Caelian presses his lips harder against mine and grips my hip as he draws his back. He starts stroking into me, setting us at a slow but deep, punctuating pace.
And my achy body welcomes him.
My pussy ripples around his large dick as I whimper and beg for more. Pleasure has started to erase the fatigue, the aches and pains I can only assume are left over from my ballerina training yesterday and my lack of sleep.
Caelian’s kneading hands help—he palms my breasts, massaging the small mounds of flesh, and draws even more cries of pleasure out of me.
His thrusts gain speed, his hips crashing against mine harder the more we work ourselves up.
I run my hands up his chest and shoulders, then stroke his beard, holding his gaze. We’re so focused on each other, nothing else exists except us and our pleasure.
It’s what we both need in this moment as Caelian sinks deep into my pussy and I clench around him. We moan and groan, panting for air in the final moments before the crash.
Caelian gets there first, planting himself deep and releasing a feral grunt as he lets go. He crushes his lips to mine, his dick twitching inside me.
I close my eyes and follow him over the edge into bliss. Warmth floods me, spreading from my pussy to the rest of my body. For those few seconds, I’m enveloped in hot pleasure, pulsing all over.
When it passes, Caelian kisses my brow. “That was the right way to wake up this morning.”
I laugh softly. “Maybe we don’t need a fertility doctor. We just need to lock ourselves in this room for a few days.”
