He turned his hand, adding a second finger and pressing the base of his palm against her swollen clit.
“Oh,f-f-fuck.” Her stuttering moan thickened his cock further. A bright bolt of pleasure that nearly pitched him over the edge. He’d thought of no one else since he’d left her in Rhamnos. Hadn’t even touched himself. And that pent-up frustration was threatening to explode.
He pumped into her, circling his palm against her clit, feeling her inner walls ripple and shudder as she rolled her hips against his hand.
She was close.
“You can take more, Blondie,” he growled against her neck, biting against her galloping pulse and drinking down the intoxicating taste of her skin, the scent of her arousal.
“Yes.”
He added a third finger, then switched out the base of his palm for his thumb, which he brushed over her clit in teasing, rhythmic strokes.
Her breathing stilled, her entire body taut as a bowstring. All her muscles tensed and released, then tensed again in shorter and shorter increments.
He released her wrists, traveling his palm up one of her hands and intertwining their fingers.
She brought her other hand to his face and cupped his cheek as he pressed their foreheads together, staring into her enchanting emerald eyes as he fucked her with his fingers.
And even though he was fully clothed, he felt stripped bare. An intimacy he’d never experienced with anyone.
He curled his fingers, stroking the tips across that spot just inside her entrance as he circled her clit with the pad of his thumb.
“Give it to me, Xenia,” he breathed against her lips.
Her brows furrowed and her thighs pushed together slightly before they slammed back out again and she jerked against his hand, her sex pulsing around his fingers.
A scream tore from her throat, and he swallowed it with a kiss, devouring the sweet sounds of her climax as his own shuddered down his spine.
As she came down from the high, he removed his fingers, but continued to stroke his thumb over her clit. She squealed and pushed his hand away. “Too sensitive,” she breathed as she fell against his torso, and he chuckled.
They spent several minutes like that, Cael holding her, stroking her hair. Her breathing returned to normal.
She pulled away and gazed up at him, satisfaction and wonder in her eyes. “What was that for?”
He tilted her chin up with a finger, and pressed a gentle kiss to her addicting lips. “That was for you.”
Her eyes flicked to the wet spot at his groin. “Looks like it might have been for you, too.”
He pinched one of her curls between his fingers. “I couldn’t help it. Icraveyou. The sounds you make. The way you taste. I’ve been dying to touch you since the moment you came back to me.”
He pulled the silver cuff from his pocket and placed it on her wrist.
She smiled up at him. “What’s this?”
“Tristan gave it to me. It will help us communicate. Just tap the violet stone and picture me in your mind, and you’ll be able to send me messages. Sort of like windwhispers. And the opal will allow you to portal wherever you like—within the estate, obviously. Though I wouldn’t use that one very often. Only if you’re completely sure that where you intend to land is empty. We should test it now; go back down to your room so you can put on a new uniform. Then I’m going to take you to see Mistress Ostere to have you reassigned.”
“No,” Xenia bit out, brows furrowed. “I need legitimate access to Elodie’s room. And I need you to get me that key.”
Cael scrubbed a hand down his face. “You’re going to get caught, Blondie.”
She shot him a sharp glare. “Cael.”
“No.”
“Cael.”
“I saidno!”
