“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 wantyouin 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.
