Caden’s still moving me, stretching out the orgasm until my legs start spasming around his hips.
“Jesus, fuck, Elodie.”
My head flings forward again. Caden’s eyes are open.
They’re only half open, sheltered by a deeply furrowed brow, and glazed like donuts. He’s staring down at the middle of us, dazed and hard. He can’t be fully conscious. But it’s enough to annihilate the delicious wake of my orgasm. Only fear and stupid fucking clarity pummel me now.
Caden still moves me though, desperately chasing something that’s building up in the tightening of his abs, making his whole body go rigid. He’s close. I’m going to make him come.
And just like that, he blinks and his eyes fly open. Clear as day. Dark as night. And they lock on mine.
Realisation and outrage take all but two seconds to fill those green irises.
“Elodie?” he asks. It’s confused and dreary.
“It’s okay, Caden, you’re dreaming. Go back to sleep.” I tentatively climb off him, the imprints of his fingers still prominent on my hips as I lower myself back onto the floor.
He tries to prop himself up on his elbows but then grunts.
“You’re hurt. You need rest. Go to sleep.” My heart pounds in my chest.
He doesn’t respond, only looks around him in a weary, lazy way before falling back onto the pillows.
I wait for his chest to even out again, his cock softens even slower than that. But it does. He goes back to sleep.
Shit. That was so fucking close. I lie down on the floor and wipe the sweat from my brow. I may not have made him come, but I did take something from him. I took advantage of his vulnerability. I took his pride. Dignity. His strength. Everything he’s taken from me. Even if he doesn’t know it. I’ve now seen him at his weakest, and I gained something for myself from it. So, this is what being powerful feels like.
It’s dampened by another revelation. One not so worth bragging about.
Caden Blackwood just gave me my first orgasm. And my body is already begging for more.
CHAPTER 32
FIZ
I’m making Caden some protein shake I found online when he walks into the kitchen.
I swing round. “What the hell are you doing up?”
Caden looks awful. There’s no colour to him; his eyelids are swollen and the skin underneath his eyes is sunken. He limps forward; a hand placed on his stomach. The other holding the detached, empty blood bag. He chucks it on the side. “I couldn’t be in that room any longer.”
He looks like he’s struggling to remain upright. He looks wrecked. Everything that makes Caden, Caden, is gone right now. He’s taken some hits before, but… this is the worst I’ve seen him. But the fact that he’s even standing right now is a testament to how strong this motherfucker is.
“Why?”
He runs a hand through his hair. “Elodie rode me last night.”
I spit a sound of disbelief. “Excuse me?”
Sarge appears and runs up to Caden, coming to a halt by his feet and gently nudging his legs and whimpering. Cade does his best to bend down and give him some reassurance. “She fuckingrode me. Not inside, just on top of me. Then tried to tell me I was dreaming. I was a second away from coming.”
An unauthorised balloon of pride swells in my chest. So, our little sleeping beauty isn’t so much unlike us as she likes to make out. I knew it.
I finish the shake and pour it into a glass, handing it to him and then downing the rest from the jug. It’s disgusting, but it’ll help, apparently. “Damn, son. Was it good?” He flashes me a warning glare. I raise my palms. “Just asking.”
Caden blows out a breath that makes him wince. “She came. She made herself come on me, and I think she was trying to make me come.”
I blow a low whistle. “Diabolical.”
