Prying himself from my hold, he kneeled. For a moment, he hesitated, then his hands found the bottom of my shirt and lifted it to my collarbone, revealing my breasts. He stayed there, looking at me, studying me with an intensity that made it seem like he was committing every detail to memory.
Despite considering myself a confident person, when someone like Cezar looked at me the way he did, I couldn’t help but feel fragile. I wanted to curl into a ball to shield myselffrom exposing any vulnerabilities. As he got down on his knees, draping his arms around my legs and pulling me closer, my breath caught.
The first thing he did was bite me. Maybe I deserved that. My hands instinctively went to his head, pulling on his hair, but he never came up for air. His tongue licked my sensitive flesh, then he would suck on my clit, moving in a circular motion. I couldn’t contain myself.
Trying to ease the pleasure, I fondled the ground for something to hold onto, but there was nothing. I didn’t want to rip out his hair. My back arched, and I twitched. The moans that escaped me were loud and needy, chasing that release.
Cezar moved one of his hands to grab my breast, kneading it roughly. Even though his hands were big, he couldn’t hold all of me, pinching my nipples. The passion added stars to my vision as I stared at the sky.
Cezar then stuck two fingers inside me while continuing to savor the taste. His growls were primal, his need to ravage me taking over rational thought. He fingered me fast with no mercy, playing with my clit, until I fell apart, crying out his name.
The intensity made me spasm, my hands moving to rest between my legs, shifting my body to the side. Shaking, Cezar got on his knees and stroked himself to the sight of what he had done to me, painting me with his essence.
It was still raining, and he was toppled over me, each inhale labored as we drowned in each other. Faint kisses graced my cheek and neck, his arms on either side of me, keeping me there, with no escape.
“Did I do well, Petal?” he asked, eagerness shining in his eyes.
“So, fucking well,mygood boy,” I replied.
It didn’t matter that the storm was still trying to turn this area into a graveyard. All I felt was peace.
Cezar bundled me into his arms, all muddied. He put me in the shower, running the water scalding hot, just how I liked it. After helping me undress, he cleaned every part of me. I almost fell asleep as he washed my hair. The care in his touch was everything.
My… Cezar…
He tucked me into bed, cuddling me once again. It wasn’t long before my eyes grew heavy with the night we spent together. So much had happened, but it was going to be okay. The past was resting now.
Chapter 26
ADELINA
Usually, waking up to the sound of birds filled me with a strange kind of sadness. This morning wasn’t like the others. Cezar made things feel different, in a good way.
The door opened abruptly, and there he was. “What are you doing?” I sat up in bed, holding the sheets to my body since I never put any clothes on.
“Fuck, I wanted to get back in here before you woke up. I made breakfast… well, technically, I woke Dorin up and made him make you breakfast because I don’t know how to cook that well. Except for sandwiches, apparently.” He laughed, carrying the tray over to the bed and setting it in front of me.
All of it looked delicious. Dorin was a really good cook. He didn’t get to do it much, and I knew I was going to hear about this later, but it wasn’t me who Cezar woke up.
Cezar sat beside me, munching on some of what he had brought. I was already possessive of my food, even though I didn’t make it and it was hand-delivered. Letting go of the sheets, I moved the tray closer to me and my body further from him. “Ouch.” He snickered, helping himself to more anyway.
“I will bite you.”
“I know. You have. And I want you to again.” He kissed me on the forehead.
I didn’t even know what this life was anymore. It felt like I was playing a different version of myself in someone else’s world.
I could hear humming coming from deep within his core, the same melody as last night. He was so willing to tell me everything, mostly anyway. Why was it so hard for me to do the same? I wasn’t in denial of what I wanted when it came to him. Even though he was a perv and he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at my boobs while I was eating.
“How did you get the name Nycto Reaper anyway?” Cezar was full of curiosity and so many damn questions. “You didn’t… name yourself, did you?” He started laughing at his own audacity.
“No, I did not name myself. What is wrong with you?” I shot him an annoyed glance, savoring the taste of the delectable bacon to mask my irritation.
“A lot is wrong with me, but I am curious.”
“Not sure, eventually it just started circulating. No idea who came up with it.” I shrugged and went on to eat more of the deliciousness.
“I had to look it up. I wasn’t sure what the whole Nycto thing meant. At first, I thought of necro and then necrophilia, and then I was all sorts of disturbed. I mean, I have seen some shit, but that would have been one wild twist with the black roses.”
